I'm All Yours | B.E

Chapter Seven

With a slight headache, Billie finally got woke up.

The clock had just struck ten.

Due to her husband opening the window for a little bit earlier, the space smelt like fresh air.

Her eyes looked around the room.

She made eye contact with Andrew who was buttoning up the sleeve of his suit.

"Was just about to wake you up. Get up, let's go down for breakfast."

She stretched out with a groan and closed her eyes, "I don't want to go downstairs, order room service." Her voice was still thick with rest

Andrew stuffed his hands in the pockets of his pants and eyed her.

"At what time did you go to sleep?"

"You fell asleep and then I went to sleep."

She heard him let out a disappointing sigh.

Though after a couple of seconds he ordered room service for the both of them.

Billie finally got out of bed after. Put on her silk robe and walked in the bathroom.

"If you remember, I told you yesterday that I have to be at my office at seven," he spoke through the door.

She spit out the toothpaste in the sink, "Yeah, you won't be home tonight. I remember."

"Are you gonna stay here or do I need to get someone to take you home?"

Billie rolled her eyes and wiped her mouth before going over to open the door, "I'll stay here."

His eyes traveled down to her slightly exposed chest, "Okay but tomorrow we're going to our house. I have some documents there that I need."

"At our house?" she raised brow.

"In my office."

Their house was really something.

A two story mansion.

No denying though that Billie loved it.

She loved living a luxury life and being spoiled.

Loved waking up and opening the curtains to her massive view.

Drinking cocktails in their hot tub.

Unfortunately there was a prize to pay for a lifestyle like that.

Sometimes she also just enjoyed making her own breakfast in a robe in the sunlight and enjoying it in their backyard.

There was a knock on the door.

She watched him go towards it.

Billie wanted to protest against his statement but figured that it wouldn't be smart for them two to argue when she was wearing nothing but a robe and a small slip nightgown underneath it.

"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Ellison! Where should I put this?"

She looked over at the waitress pushing in a cart with their breakfast on it.

"You can just set in on the table," Andrew responded.

As the table was being set up, Billie felt his stare burn a hole in her.

"Thank you for your service."

He pulled out seven hundred and fifty dollars out of his pocket and handed it to her.

"Thank you, Mr. Ellison."

"Don't you think that was a little much?" Billie sat down, legs crossed and grabbed her latte from the table.