The Heartless Mr.Billionaire (BOOK II)✔ #THLMB

Chapter 30

Hello my friends!

Well! I must say I am doing well! We Sri Lankans are doing better now. Thanks every soul of you for comforting me with your lovely and supporting words. XxXx ❤❤

Those dumbasses couldn't do anything to us after that one terrific day. Our STF could curb the situation and find them in their bare hands. They are doing a hard work to give us freedom. #Respect #HatsOff 👼👮

So this update is for you guys eventhough it came in a rush.. Thanks for staying with me and believing in me. 😇😇

Loads of Love from me! ❤❤

Happy Reading!

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SIAN's POV

Next day

Water had never felt so good on me before... The stream of hot water kept on cascading down my body as I stood under the shower. I closed my eyes trying to feel the warmth of the water tingling on the length of my body, but the events from last night kept playing behind my eye lids.

The sweetness of his possessive kisses, the tickling touches of his magical hands, his manly scent, the feel of his protrusion and the heat of his mascular body against mine kept disturbing me from time to time.. It's like I could still feel him on me.... I couldn't have a proper sleep since that moment with him.... Eventhough it was quite similar to the nightmare I had of him few weeks back, yet I couldn't be mad at him. Cause now he doesn't surely know a single thing about what happened last night... That was probably his drunken self that appeared to be in front of me last night... But I extremely knew how I would be able to make fun out of it..

After I had almost kicked him off the bed, the sudden regret washed over me the first instant to which I made him lay back on the bed as he just went blacked out on the carpeted floor itself. I covered him with the quilt and went straight to sleep on the couch as it felt too uncomfortable to sleep in the same bed after what occurred between us... He was snoring peacefully as if nothing happened in his damn world. I couldn't help, but smile looking at his drunken self. The sleep was out of my cards which kept me rolling on the couch. As the events of night had worn me out more than I needed for the day, I didn't know the time I had fallen asleep until I woke up the next morning... As I looked towards the clock on the wall, I realized it was already seven past thirty. So tying my hair up into a messy bun, I slipped myself out the couch before walking to the bathroom; but something stopped me in the middle. As I pelted my glance at the bed, I got to see nothing, but my drunken husband from last night was still dreamily lying on the bed, yet without the quilt I covered him just before I went to sleep last night.

Eventhough he was fast asleep in the same posture, I sensed his other half was fully awaken due to the swelling evidence hidden in his thin fabric in front of my eyes. A bail formed in my larynx as a ripple of excitement which had mingled with discomfort as well as fear shot inside my veins.. I have never felt or known how to be loved by a man since I had always wanted to be this virgin bride which I am still keeping protecting too even after my marriage, due to my frigidity to be exposed... I have been a control freak and a surreal woman ever since I hit my puberty... What had been terrifying me most was, give myself to the man oneday I would get married to. Once I could remember how I contemptedly threw a story book where it started a descriptive smutty scene ahead. I was a fourteen or fifteen year old girl and I couldn't digest down what's been written in the first s** part of that book. I felt beyond disgusting to continue it further... I thought how could women do things to their own body being naked with men. Since then I have always been skipping the smutty things whenever I read a book.