The Bargain with the Billionaire

Chapter 20- Proposal

"My most brilliant achievement was my ability to be able to persuade my wife to marry me" ― Winston S. Churchill

Dominique's POV

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...one thousand sheep. Time check: 1:15 am and I'm still widely awake.

Maybe I should count the shepherds too.

One shepherd, two shepherds, three shepherds...one hundred and thirteen shepherds and my eyes are slowly closing. My mind's hazy and sleepiness overtook me after hundred years. It feels hundred years to me, so don't argue.

And then all of a sudden,

Ding...Ding...Ding...

It's the damn doorbell again. I swear I'm going to throw that doorbell from the helipad to the ground as soon as the sun rises.

Time check again, 2:30 am. Whoever at the other side of the door at the moment is surely dead the second I open it. I'm going to throw that bastard from helipad to the ground floor together with that damn doorbell. But who? Maybe one of the reporters?

I lazily got up of the bed almost dragging my feet towards the door with my eyes almost shut.

"What the hell do you..."

My yelling was mumbled inside my throat as the bastard who knocked during this ungodly hour decided to kiss me all of a sudden. I was caught off guard or maybe dumbstruck? I don't know what happened. My sleepiness just washed away instantly as his lips claimed mine without a word, without explanation as to why he was here at almost dawn.

I don't know how he was able to drag me in and pin me between his hard body and the hard wood door, which is closed by now. Whether it's me or him who closed it is beyond my comprehension. I was drugged with his kisses and his hard hot body pinned to my soft one. I'm losing my control and my mind went hazy not from sleep but something else, something my body craved for.

He smells of alcohol and taste like one, intoxicating. Does he know what he's doing right now? This is wrong. Utterly, definitely, undeniably wrong.

But why the hell it feels so right?

I closed my eyes to concentrate and not let my body dictate me, but it was a wrong move on my part. Very wrong, as I felt his cool breath in me, I felt his hand caressing my neck, I felt his hard hot body on mine and god I felt his arousal right at the top of my navel even with his pants on. Oh holy god help me, I can't control my desire anymore.

And then his hand suddenly cupped my behind followed by the other one that cupped my breast. I gasped at the feeling of his hands on my bare skin. Wrong move again as the moment I opened my mouth, he slid his tongue inside claiming his price completely and savagely. I was only wearing a baggy shirt and my underwear and I can feel the heat emanating from his body.

And I totally lost my control. I flung my hands around his neck and responded to his kisses with the same intensity. His other hand left my breast and I was disappointed as my body wanted more. But both of his hands cupped my behind and pulled me up. I encircled my legs around his waist in response. He started kissing my forehead, my nose and then he claimed my mouth again passionately. His tongue was playing with mine creating a sensation that made my body heated up more.

He trails wet kisses on my neck alternating with soft bites and then he gently bit my ear. I can't control the soft moans breaking out my lips with every contact of his lips on my bare skin.

"Marry me, Red." He whispered all of a sudden. His voice was husky with need. His lips were brushing my earlobe.

My mind was hazy but somehow my ears were not. I heard him perfectly fine. He's calling me Red. Who's Red?