Billionaire's Hated Wife

Chapter 7: Your Arrogance is Hunting me

"You know she's great, but it seems like she's so self-obsessed. No offense, but can't you be too careful?" Zen addresses him, awaiting a response, yet he remains silent as he acknowledges the validity of Zen's observation.

"Okay, get ready because the guests are coming and I'm here so you can ask me if you need any help."

"Don't bother, I'll manage; you can go now," he says. Zen shakes his head in response and exits the room. After about an hour, he hears a knock at the door, and in comes Mrs. John, emitting the elegance appropriate her maternal presence. "My son is a prince!" His mom smiles proudly, giving him her affectionate and adorable smile. "Because my mom is a queen." He takes hold of her hand, prompting her to draw him in for an affectionate kiss on his forehead. In response, he lowers his head slightly to allow her to reach his forehead and bestow the kiss.

"Happy Birthday, my prince." After giving well wishes, she embraces him warmly. With the arrival of guests, she urges him to join her in the hall room."Yes, Mom, let's go." He entwines his hand with his mother's, and together they make their way to the living room, where guests await their arrival. His mother begins conversing with the guests, and he greets them politely. As he scans the room, his eyes fall upon his girlfriend, and a smile lights up his face at the sight of her surrounded by their mutual friends.

"Woah, Ellen is a living prince! You're lucky, Rylee. However, I don't know how the hell he is in love with you!" Emily tells Rylee, staring at him amusingly. In response, she earns Rylee's toxic aura.

"Rylee would not associate with him if he were not a prince." She smirks, looking at her.

Ellen approaches the group and proceeds to greet his friends with a firm handshake. Despite his strong desire to embrace Rylee, he refrains from doing so with his mothers' present, opting instead to shake her hand, much to her displeasure.

"I'm dying to taste you, baby. I don't know why you're just giving me a formal treatment." Rylee goes near him and whispers in his ear.

"Babe, don't tease me this way, wrong timing," Ellen says while biting his lips. In a moment, after hearing his mother's call, he promptly makes his way to her. "Your prince is just a cub of his mom!" Emily teases Rylee. "Just wait and watch how I make this mom's cub my slave!"

After cutting the cake, Ellen looks at his mom when everybody starts drinking and gossiping. "Mom, I'm going to my friends, and please don't let anyone bother us."

"Yeah, sure, you can go now and enjoy yourself with your friends. After all, it's your day." His mother says him with a genuine smile. Feeling relieved, he walks towards his friends, leading them to his gaming room.

"It was very hard to control myself, baby." A greasy chuckle skips his lips while he utters it in his husky tone, which makes her smirk. Ellen stomps on his lips while all his friends start cheering. "Aren't you going to introduce your girlfriend to your mom?" Rylee asks him after breaking the kiss. "I'll, but not now. I'm just waiting for the perfect time to come." As Ellen tells her, she rolls her eyes. "I don't know when the perfect time will come," she says arrogantly. "Wait a little, please." He looks at her, but she removes her gaze.

"I know well how to calm down my girl's sulk." He indicates to his other friends to join him in the adjacent room to enjoy their drinks, and they do so. In the now-empty gaming area, he struggles with the innate want to suppress his hormones. "I'm all yours now, baby."
She gives him a sexy smile and promptly nods after hearing him. As he draws her closer, he effortlessly twists her around, affording him easy access to the exposed area of her back. His lips graze over her neck gently,  but as his fingers make contact with her skin, Judy's face comes in front of him. Despite his rising annoyances, he finds himself caught in thinking, imagining her presence while he becomes cruel. With a deep grudge, he abruptly turns her face towards his, pressing his lips against hers without a moment's hesitation. As she moans with pleasure, he gradually works his way down to her collarbone, dotting her skin with passionate marks that will remain long after the moment has passed.