The billionaire's wife

Part 19

Their luggage arrived and Natasha thanked the staff, closing the door and turning to face Steve, who was sitting with a long face.

"Steve, get over it. Its just a matter of one night" she said, taking her travel coat off.

"Nat, we are stuck in this tiny room " he said, "thanks to their carelessness"

"Its not tiny. It's larger then any rooms I have lived in the past. And its not their fault" she said.

"How are we gonna share that bed? " Steve asked, pointing at it.

The bed was indeed small, for two people who didn't want to share it.

"We'll adjust, somehow" she said, "I can sleep on the couch, I did that a lot in past"

Steve stood up and held her arms, "You are not gonna compromise!! Not at all!! I forbade it. You are my wife, Nat. This hotel, belongs to you. You are not gonna sleep on a damn couch. We'll share the bed, and I won't do anything to make you uncomfortable "

Natasha smiled, he cared so much for her and she sometimes found it weird. How can someone be so considerate for a person he barely knows.

"I'll freshen up" she said, heading towards the bath.

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Steve knew it was gonna be difficult, he was getting more and more attracted to her, and this night would be a huge pain.

The thought of lying beside her, so close, her fragrance all over the place, her soft smooth skin just inches away.

She returned wearing a decent night gown, but it still affected him. He had removed his shirt. He slept only in boxers but he put on pyjama pants. A shirt would be too much to sleep on.

"Hey" he said, "For the record. This is the first time I am sharing a room with anyone"

She raised her eyebrows, "What? But you said.. You.. Those girls"

"They left after.. You know" he smirked.

"That's so rude" she said, her beautiful eyebrows frowning, "You are such a jerk "

"Not to you, my dearest wife" he said.

She walked close and sat onto the bed, "You still are. Now I know the separate rooms are not for my comfort but because you are a spoiled brat" she rested her back to the back crown, and hugged the pillow. Her cheeks all flushed, matching the dark pink of her silk night gown.

"Sorry, I can't sleep in a shirt " he said.

She avoided looking at his chest and he felt proud of having an affect on her. 

"You can remove that overall if you want" he said, hoping that she would. He liked to see her soft skin.

"So that you can flirt more with me? " she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I am not good at flirting " he told her, "I am good at getting what I want. But with you, I can't do that"

Torture, that was what he was going through. His beautiful wife, blushing, biting her ripe lips, looking so gorgeous, sat just a few inches away, and he couldn't even touch her. He wanted his rough bearded cheeks to be on her neck if not more, her aroma hypnotizing him.

Many thoughts clouded his mind. They had been married for two weeks now. They knew each other quite a lot. He recalled one of his Indian employee marrying a girl he was a total stranger to, on one of his visits home, and he told Steve how it was common in his part of the world.

Could he ask Natasha for it? What if she thinks of him as a horny pervert and gets so uncomfortable that she runs away. No, he couldn't do that to her. She trusted him. She gave him her friendship, her smiles, her time. He couldn't demand something like that. It was highly inappropriate, yet his devil side couldn't settle down.

Natasha got out of the bed, and took her overall off. Steve's heart jumped at the sight. Her nightie was just sleeveless but long to cover her legs, and very revealing. As she turned, a small of her cleavage peeked out but he could survive, maybe.

"Good night" she said, getting into the covers and turning to the opposite side.

"Good night" he said and turned to face the wall too.

He hated the space between them. He hated how she was so close yet so far away. He hated how she wasn't in his arms, cuddling to him.

He recalled all the women who seduced him with lace and transparent nighties and how he never cared now got attracted enough. But this girl, she might be the end of him.

He turned to check if she was asleep and her slow breaths confirmed that she was.

He wanted to slide his arm under hers and hold her waist. But it wasn't allowed yet.

Her beautiful long, wavy, flame colored hair were spread on the pillow. He took a handful and dug his face, the smell captivating him.

He kept staring at her back, until tiredness took over and succumbed to the impending sleep.

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Clark Kent was in his hotel room, thinking about Steve, and his wife Natasha.

"Why do you always steal the best from me? " he asked, "Why everything is yours? Why am I left with the second choices? I hate you Rogers. I hate you from the depths of my heart. The one girl my heart jumped for, the one girl who should have been mine was already taken by you when I saw her. You took my love. My love at first sight. And I would steal it away. I would take her. She should be mine not yours. You cannot love her the way I would. She would be mine. " he finished his drink and stared at Natasha's photograph he got from the newspaper and articles from that reception night.

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I am so overwhelmed to the respond this story is getting.
Thank you so much.
And all this puts a pressure to make the chapters better so sometimes I can't update faster. Sorry for that.
Anyways, Steve and Nat are sharing the room. And Clark has fallen for Natasha. How would this affect them?
Also, hopefully the next chapter would be steamy. Can't believe its already 19 chapters 😱.
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