The Bargain with the Billionaire

Chapter 30 - Misunderstanding

"Most of the trouble in life comes from misunderstanding." ― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island

Dominique's POV

It has been almost three months since I married him. The best three months of my life to date. No one will ever suspect that the marriage is a fraud. Even I most of the time seems to forget it. Together we're a picture of bliss, contentment and love. Maybe the 'L' word never came out once between the two of us but it's hanging in the air. I can feel it. I hope that he is too. I have high hopes for this relationship.

Elle said I'm glowing. I don't know what she's talking about. She said it's because we're still in honeymoon stage. Every time I heard the word honeymoon I can't help but to blush as my imagination starts to run wild. No it's not only imagination. It happened and it's happening everyday more than once.

His appetite for that is like the water and the air he drinks and breaths. It is as if he can never live now without it. He can't get his hands off me. There are times it's hard to move for I can't feel my legs but I'm not complaining. Actually, I'm satisfied or maybe that's understatement of the year. He's hot and the truth is he's addictive. He's a great lover plus a good teacher. He really knows exactly what to do to make my body set on fire. Sometimes he's teasingly slow leaving no part of my body untouched, which made me beg for more. Sometimes he's rough, tough and fast that I can't control a scream of satisfaction. Sometimes it's a combination of both.

We made love everyday more than once. The location - it doesn't really matter. It can be in the kitchen floor, near the kitchen sink or on top of the table. We tried in the shower standing up, in the bathtub after a good scrubbing or probably before I can't really tell. Bedroom and living room were the usual. Sometimes in the minibar after a few shots. Pool area during the weekends after a picnic.

He's fantastic.

I'm on a cloud nine. I look like on drugs most of the time, so high.

But that was a week ago. As the saying goes, change is inevitable. As the honeymoon stage ends, everything started to fall apart. He suddenly became the Lean I met the first time, cold, calculating and bipolar. Making love became less and less that I'll not be surprised one day there will be totally none. He's always busy and tired. He looks frustrated all the time. I never asked. I never confronted him. I waited for him to tell me what the hell is his problem. But I guess the hawk will turn white first before that will happen. In easy word, he has no plan to whatsoever.

In response to his bipolar tendencies, I started to ignore him. It's really hard at first because my heart ached for him not only that, my body feels the same way. But I learned this trick. I pretended to be busy whenever he's around. It's either I'm asleep before he arrives or I'm way behind all my drawings that I can't even blink in front of my PC. Sometimes I pretended to be busy doing stuffs here and there. In fairness to me though, I'm really busy, busy avoiding him all the time.

He's not the only one bipolar here because I'm a good definition of it. If he can be cold, I can be colder. If he's tough, I can be tougher. If he's mute, I can be deaf-mute, blind and everything. I can be crazy stubborn too.

So let see who will give up first.

"Genie, we need to talk." I was working in the study room when he suddenly burst out from the door without warning. I tried to ignore him but it's impossible. His presence dominated the room. He's still wearing his business suit. He looks really tired and frustrated that I want to hug him and pat his back and advise him to take it easy. Except I'm not doing that, my pride will kill me if I do so. Despite his not so good aura, he still without a doubt looks devilishly handsome. I want to kiss him right now. I really miss him.