The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Aileen

Brushing my hair while standing in front of the mirror takes me longer than it should as I can't stop observing Liam in the background. He hasn't been the same since he suddenly zoned out and has barely said a word to me. Could it be that I did something wrong? Unable to take it anymore, I turn around, lean against the dressing mirror and playfully say, "You must be so lost in thought that you can't see how pretty my dress is."

He looks over at me with a chuckle, instantly approaching me as he nods with approval.

"You look beautiful." He kisses my forehead, rubbing the palms of his hands on the sides of my arms.

Though the forehead kiss feels warm, I can't help but feel he's not yet being his usual self.

"Is everything okay with you?" I ask, looking up at him.

He sighs. "Of course. I just have a lot on my mind."

Tucking my hair behind my ears, I point at them and say, "I'm all ears."

He giggles, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my forehead again.

"I bet you thought that was funny," he says.

"It definitely was." I nod while resting my head in his chest. "Can you please tell me what's on your mind?"

"I'll be fine."

My heart sinks a little, feeling like he's shut me out.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Don't worry about it. Now..."

He trails off, then suddenly lifts me and heads out the door.

"Hey, what are you doing?" My eyes widen as my feet dangle. Looking down at me, he proudly says, "Can't I carry my wife?"

"You're quite the charmer, you know that?"

He proudly nods. "That's one of the reasons you're mine right now. Let's have some breakfast."

I tighten my grip around his neck as he carries me down the stairs and while I want him to focus on making his way down, I can't resist each time he brings his face closer for a kiss.

He finally makes it down the last step and walks past the chefs, who have been waiting so they can lead us to the dining room even though we already know where it is.

Not even their presence can make Liam put me down before we get there. It makes me feel a little awkward but I wouldn't want things any other way.

After making it to the dining room, the chefs stand at the end of the table and plan to be present while Liam and I have breakfast but before he even puts me down, he allows them to leave, saying it while slightly tightening his grip on my thigh. Now left alone, he puts me down and pulls out a chair for himself to take a seat. My jaw drops at how he didn't start with mine, I pull out my own but just as I'm about to take a seat, he suddenly pulls me down and I sit right on his crotch.

"You're not getting any other seat here apart from this one." He bites his bottom lip, looking down at the curves of my lower half perfectly placed on him.

Though I find it sexy, my stomach rumbles and I say, "I'm starving."

"So am I." His tone is suggestive as he rests his hand on my thigh.

For a moment, it feels as if he's about to pull down my underwear and take me right here. The thought of it surprisingly excites me, but he clears his throat and begins to reach for the bowls, leaving me a little disappointed. I can't help but internally laugh at myself at how I now easily have such wild thoughts. It can only be because he's the one who brought out this side of me.

While reaching for the bowls seems to be easy at first, it turns out to only be the case with those closest to the reach of our arms.

To reach for a bowl a bit further away, I attempt to get up so I can get it, but he holds onto my thighs to keep me in place.

"Don't you dare get up unless I say so."

His low and commanding tone is so sexy that I instantly obey and sit still while I explain.

"I was just trying to reach for that bowl over there."

"In that case, go ahead."

And with that, I get up, leaning over so I can reach for the bowl.

"Anything else from what we have on this side before I sit back down?" I look back and find him staring right at my ass. It's only now that I realize the view he has is of me bending over. "Hurry up and sit back down before I forget about the food."

I chuckle, shaking my head as I sit back down on him.

While it seems that this might end with us making love again because of the way he keeps staring at me, and all the suggestive things coming out of his mouth, the opposite happens and we make our way to the beach. The private island needs to be explored.

It's a beautiful sunny morning but the wind keeps blowing the bottom half of my dress and I have to keep holding onto the sides.

"I shouldn't have worn this dress." I huff.

Stroking his chin, he says, "I'm glad you did. The wind is on my side and shows me everything I want to see."

I playfully roll my eyes at him.

Suddenly, he crouches down in front of me, giving me the view of his back and I immediately figure out he wants me to hop on, so I lift the sides of my dress and get comfortable with my arms around his neck.noveldrama

He holds onto my thighs and begins slowly walking along the same path we took on the shore, then faces the other direction and runs towards the sea. My heart begins racing at his mischievous laughter but I can't stop him as his hold on my thighs is too strong.

He dives right in with me, both of us instantly getting soaked as he lets me go.

"You're unbelievable!" I chuckle, trying to clean out the water from my eyes with my fingers.

He scoffs, pushing back my wet hair. "What did you think was going to happen? We're at the beach."

"It's just that I-"

He shuts me up with his lips that meet mine in a passionate kiss and I forget all about my rant as I place my hands on his soaking wet shirt.

As Liam and I wait for the helicopter

to come and pick us up, I take one last tour around the house, my eyes mostly lingering on every spot he ever made love to me. It wasn't only the bedroom, but the kitchen, living room and even the balcony Phever thought I'd do such a thing, but I guess it made me feel secure that this was a private island.

Looking back, I'd do it all over again the same way. He makes me want to try out new things.

While I reminisce about how he bent me over the couch, I stare at the spot and run my fingers on the side of my neck.

It's only when my phone suddenly rings that I flinch and compose myself.

Meryl and I have kept in touch during the two weeks I've been away on my honeymoon. She's been in charge of receiving any new information regarding my parents so I can enjoy my time with Liam and so far, there hasn't been anything new. Seeing her name flash on the screen doesn't even give me any hope as I make myself believe it's the same old story.

"Hello?"

"Hey, are you busy right now?" she asks from the other end of the line, her tone urgent.

"No. I've already packed my stuff and am ready to leave. What's going on?"

"I just received extremely important information about your parents. We found them!"

Despite what she's just said, she sounds serious but that changes nothing for me.

With wide eyes, my lips curve into a smile. "Really?"

"I'm sorry to say this, but don't get too excited. You won't like what you're about to find out."