Married to the Scandalous Billionaire

14. Honeymoon?

"But you are my wife," Brent whispered. The man lowered one of the straps of her dress. "You can't refuse your husband's wishes."

"No, Brent. We're not—"

Brent kissed her again to silence the words she wanted to say. His large palms cupped her breasts, squeezing them, twisting her nipples, and sending her thoughts into disarray. She moaned, and her body trembled.

"You're getting horny, honey," Brent whispered, licking her ear. Suddenly his hand went down to her stomach and then down again.

"No!"

"Don't touch it!"

Beverley screamed, then opened her eyes while panting. She immediately changed her position to a sitting one, then wiped the sweat dripping down her forehead. "Oh, Lord! What kind of dream was that?!"

She gets irritated and angry. Since the night when Brent got drunk at the nightclub, she has had two abnormal dreams. The man had come to her in her dreams, haunting her with something obscene. Her face turned red at the memory.

"Damn Brent!" She bit her lip. Her underwear was slightly wet, and it made her want to hide in the bathtub. The dream has really teased her lust.

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Calm down, Bev. It was just a dream," she muttered. After that, she glanced at the clock on the wall. It's already morning. She rushed to take a shower and get ready for work.

Over the past few days, Beverley had felt more at ease because Brent wasn't home. The man went to New York on business the very next day after they met David Porter at a nightclub. She didn't know how long it would take, but it would be better if Brent stayed there a little longer.

A few moments later, Beverley came out of the room with a neat appearance. Incidentally, at that time, Edward wanted to meet her. The older man smiled awkwardly. "Ma'am, are you going to work?"

"Yes." Beverley nodded. "Um, what's wrong?"

"That... Mr. Oliver would be back soon," he explained cautiously. "He asked me to pass on a message for you."

Beverley frowned. She felt unprepared to meet the man. Besides that, her instincts also told her that something bad was going to happen. She became alert. "What's the message?"

"He asked you to pack some clothes."

"Pack some clothes?" She became a little confused. "What for? Is he going to kick me out of here?"

Edward immediately shook his head. "I'm not sure of the reason, but he wants you to be prepared. He would be picking you up in a moment."

"What?" Beverley was speechless. What is Brent planning? That man had been missing for a few days and then suddenly came to pick her up.

"Edward, do you really not know what he's up to?"

He smiled wryly. "How would I know? I am just a butler."

"If I still go to work, would he be angry?" Beverley asked again. A moment later, she shook her head weakly. "No. If he didn't find me here, he would definitely come to that cafe looking for me. It's useless for me to avoid him," she muttered helplessly.

"Ma'am, don't worry. I think Mr. Oliver wasn't going to kick you out," Edward said hesitantly. "He shouldn't be that cruel."

Beverley could only smile. She was not concerned that Brent would kick her out. Ah, other people would not understand her feelings. Last time, she managed to escape a drunken Brent. And now, she didn't know how the man would treat her.

"Thank you, Edward. I'll go get ready," said Beverley, then returned to the room. She informed Katy about her work permit. She then changed out of her work clothes and into less formal attire.

Her cell phone suddenly rang, an incoming call from an unknown number. Lazily, she answered. "Hello?"

"Has Edward conveyed my message?" Brent's voice came from the other end of the line. She quickly pulled the phone away from her ear and glanced at the unfamiliar number on the screen. So, that's Brent's private number.

"Uhm, yes. He just said that you will—"

"I'll be home soon. Get ready."

"Hey! But where will you—"

The call was suddenly disconnected. Beverley becomes irritated with Brent's attitude. After she helped him sort things out with David, he still hadn't changed at all. The man still ruled her arbitrarily and at will.

She growled before finally picking up her bag. She didn't prepare anything. Not with her clothes. After all, the man wanted her to pack—but for what purpose? That's weird and suspicious.

Beverley went down to the first floor. Aunt Daisy suddenly approached her with a smile. "Ma'am, you have to eat first. I've prepared breakfast for you."

"Thank you." Beverley smiled. She followed Aunt Daisy into the dining room. On the table were an omelet and fruit prepared for her. Finally, she ate breakfast so as not to disappoint the middle-aged woman.

While Beverley was eating, the sound of cars and horns could be heard outside. Aunt Daisy, who heard that immediately asked, "Is that Mr. Oliver?"

"Well, I guess that's him." Beverley intended to continue eating, but the horn sounded again, and it was so annoying. Like it or not, she had to stop. "How annoying!"

She immediately left the house and saw a black car waiting for her. The rear window rolled open, revealing Brent's somber face. "You didn't bring a suitcase?"

"You didn't tell me where we were going. So, I didn't bring it," Beverley said nonchalantly. She tried not to be swayed by their last meeting, his kisses, his touches, or by her ridiculous dreams.

"Very nice. You sure are good at pissing me off," Brent said coldly. "Come in!"

Beverley snorted before getting into the car. She sat in the back seat next to Brent. In the front seat were Jace and a familiar driver. The car finally left the mansion grounds.

Beverley glanced at Brent surreptitiously. The man was busy with a tablet in his hand. He was wearing a white shirt without a tie, which made him more casual. She pursed her lips in a pout when she realized they were wearing the same clothes.

Right. She is also wearing a white shirt at this time. However, she was wearing navy jeans, while Brent was black trousers. At least it's not exactly the same.

"What are you thinking by looking at me like that?" Brent suddenly asked without taking his eyes off the tablet screen.

Beverley was a little taken aback. She cleared her throat. "You still haven't told me where you are taking me."

"Hawaii."

"What?" She opened her mouth wide. Well, Hawaii is still in the United States. They only need to fly from Los Angeles for a few hours. However, isn't this too sudden? And what are they going to Hawaii for?

Brent looked at her levelly. "We haven't gone on our honeymoon yet, have we? I hate to hear some people ask about it."

"What?" Beverley again opened her mouth wide. "Honeymoon?" She shot Brent a sharp look. "You really are ridiculous! How can we..."

"It's just pretending. Do you think I want to go on a honeymoon with you?" Brent asked in a mocking tone.

"Do you think I also want to honeymoon with you?!" Beverley asked back angrily. She had helped Brent a lot, but he still wasn't satisfied and didn't have enough. Today, he may ask for this. Tomorrow he may ask for that, and the day after tomorrow, he may ask for something else that is different.

"Beverley...." Brent suddenly turned sideways toward the woman. "Do you remember the rules of our marriage? About first and fifth points," he said threateningly.

Beverley took a deep breath after hearing that. If she didn't protest or put up a fight, wouldn't the man only bully her even more? This cannot be allowed. She must fight him!

Finally, she decided to face Brent bravely. She straightened up, then smiled. "Mr. Dear Oliver, you may be rich. You're famous. You have great influence in the world of your business. But am I not just an ordinary woman who is not worthy to be your enemy? Can't you have mercy on me?"

The corner of Brent's eyebrow shot up immediately. Somehow, Beverley appeared more attractive when she forced her courage in front of him, as she was now. She tried to smile and flatter him with funny-sounding gibberish.

Brent finally smiled back. "Some of the sentences you said are true."

Beverley was surprised to see Brent's smile. Her smile grew even wider. "Right, right? So, are you going to cancel this flight? Aren't you tired of pretending to have a happy marriage?"

"Absolutely not." Brent's smile turned flat. "Because I'm not alone. At least you're as unhappy as I am."

"You are an asshole!" Beverley immediately turned around to curse. Her expression turned to one of annoyance. Her fake smile just disappeared.

Meanwhile, Brent smiled smugly. He leaned in and touched Beverley's chin. "Trying to act pitiful will not affect me. You better keep your bullshit to yourself."

Beverley immediately shifted her seat away from Brent.

"But I like your flattery," continued the man. He was getting closer. "I will consider canceling our honeymoon if you continue to flatter me."

Beverley immediately glared. She shook her head slowly with a stiff body. "Do not dream! I... will not be deceived by you!"