Not To You (Billionaire's Secret)

chapter 18

Abriella opened her eyes and light filled the room making her blink. Her head was fuzzy from lack of sleep.

"Hi." Anerudo murmured. He was lying beside her fully dressed on top of the bed. How long had he been here? Had he been studying me?

"How long have you been watching me?" Her voice sounded a little bit weak.

"I could watch you sleep for hours Abriella but I've only been here for about five minutes." He leaned over and kissed her gently.

"You are a pervert."

"I know." He grined a little.

"My pervert." She whispered.

"Yes. Yours."

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Her hair fell in soft waves around her face, spiling over her shoulder to her creamy bossom.

A dark green carpet ran along the lawn to one side of the house, leading to the impressive ground at the rear. Anerudo had a protective arm around Abriella's waist, as they followed the green carpet with a steady steam. Two photographers scrambled all the way to their sides and Anerudo pulled her close as they pose quickly for a photo. Abriella walked in with a satin silver dress. Her lipstick deep red.

Music plays gently from the hidden speakers and they settled in the crowd.

Abriella pressed in close to him and he could smell her tender skin beneath the gown. Recalling the fullness of her breasts against his bare chest made him want her now. He draped an arm around her shoulder his thumb rhythmically stroking her back, sending delicious tingles down her spines. His free hand clapsed hers, bringing it to his lips and letting it rest on his lap.

Slowly and surreptiously so she din't realize what he was up to untill it was late, he eased her hand up his long leg and against his erection. She gasped and her eyes darted in panic around the table but all eyes were fixed on stage. Taking full advantage, she slowly caressed him, letting her fingers explore. He kept his hand over hers hiding her bold fingers. His lips parted and he aighed softly. It was the only reaction she could see as an effect of her touch. He needed her.

"Am going to the restroom. I'm so pressed." She whispered and stood. Looking at him, he nods in agreement and she leaned to plant a soft chaste kiss on his lips. Glancing around, she realised that their fellow guest at the table were atonished. They've never seen Anerudo with a date.

There was music once more from the dance floor.

"Do you want to dance?" Anerudo asked.

"I'm really tired. I'd like to go if that's okay." Abriella responded.

Quietly Anerudo and Abriella walked hand in hand to the front of the house where countless cars were lined up waiting to collect guest. She glanced up at him he looked so relaxed and happy.

"Are you warm enough?" He asked.

"Yes. Thank you." She clapsed her satin wrap when their ride was insight.

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Abriella was dizzy that she slept the whole time in the car.

"Aren't you coming out." At the sound of his voice Abriella woke up.

"Oh yeah." Her voice croaked out and she itched her eyes as she stepped out of the limo. "I'm so sleepy." She yawned and stretched then went close to him and as they walked toward the building she rested her head on his shoulder.

The elevator door opened. Anerudo came out carrying Abriella; her legs were wraped around his waist and her arms around his neck.

He gently dropped her on the bed and watched her cuddle herself before retreating back to the living room.

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"We shouldn't lose this game or our efforts would be gone...are you listening? Good-good night." Abriella slammed the phone down to the desk then Abriella knocked tentatively on the door.

"What?" He snarled, and she almost wanted to run and hide. He was sitted at the desk, his head in his hand and as he glanced up his ferocious experssion softened immediately he saw her. His eyes that looked so wide and wild suddenly looked so tired. He blinked and his eyes swept down her legs and back again. She's wearing one of his t-shirt.

"Abriella you should be in satin or slick," he breathed "But evem in my t-shirt you look so sexy."

"I've missed you come to bed." She said.

He rose slowly out of his chair, still in his white shirt and black pants. His eyes glittered and there was a trace of sadness. He stood infront of her, staring intently but not touching her.

"Do you know how much you mean to me?" He murmured. "I don't want to put you in any of this stress." His voice trailed off, his brows creased and the pain that flashed across his face was almost palpable. He looked so vulnerable, his fear very much apparent.

"I know." She reassured him. Her voice soothing. She reached up and stroked his face running her finger aling the thin line of his stubble. "Your beard's growing quickly." She whispered, unable to hide the wonder in her voice at this beautiful fucked-up man who stood before her. She traced the line of his bottom lip then trailed her fingers down his throat. He gazed down at her, still not touching her, his lips parted. She ran her index finger along his shoulder and he closed his eyes. His soft breath gently quickened. Her finger reached the edge of his shirt and she ran them down to the next fastened botton.