The Billionaire’s Pawn

STRIKER

“Sorry if I ruined your dating life.”

“It doesn’t matter now.” That was all I could say because I had a feeling that my married life would get better. This bump in the road would be over soon.

After our solemn dinner, we walked down the bay area, where a lot of people watch the ocean. The sea breeze was immaculate.

We were in one of the most romantic places, yet we were like cat and mouse.

When I noticed a woman taking pictures of her friends, I asked if she could take a picture of my wife and me. I thanked her after she gave me my phone, telling me how beautiful my wife was.

“Thank you,” London said.

“You look familiar. I think I saw you somewhere.” Her eyes widened. “Signora, I know you now. You’re London of London Hester.”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“Oh, look?” She was wearing one of London’s sandals.

“Oh, my God.” London broke her smile into a gush.

“Please, sir, take a picture for your wife and me.” She gave me her phone.

“Of course.”

London and the woman posed together. Then I took a shot.

“Here.” I showed her.

“Grazie.”

“You’re welcome.”

Once she was gone, I took London for a walk. “Are your feet okay?”

“Yeah.”

“People know you for what you’ve created. You’re more than just a boss, entrepreneur, and designer. You’re a good example and an influencer. You have a good impact on young people around the world.”

“That means a lot coming from you. Is that one of the reasons why you bought LH?”

“I have a million other reasons. Do you really wanna dance or get a drink?” I took off my jacket and hung it around her shoulders. The breeze was a little chilly, and her dress was inappropriate for the cold night weather.

“No. I was just angry.”

“At me,” I added.

“At myself.”

“You should stop blaming yourself. What’s done is done. You can’t take it back, but you can learn from it. I know you are a good person that makes bad decisions, but I know why you did what you did. Your father didn’t give much any choices. I just wish you had considered me in the decision-making since our marriage was on the line. I’ve always told you you’re not alone anymore, but you took it for granted.”

“I’m so sorry.” That was all she could say. I knew she was sorry. She had regrets, and guilt was tearing her apart.

“Let’s head back.” I held her hand. She stiffened a little, but then, she squeezed it and smiled lightly. “I don’t think you can walk further.”

“I didn’t know what I was thinking.”

“You knew. It was to piss me off.”

“Well, you hated me already. What’s left in there?”

“I don’t hate you, Vanderford.”

“Eyes don’t lie, Cade.”

“I’m angry, yes. Furious at you, but I never hated you. I couldn’t hate you.”

Once we got back to the hotel, she took off her shoes, tiptoed, and carried them with her. I wondered how long she would last in her position.

I chuckled as I shook my head. “Poor thing.” I scooped her up and carried her bridal style, causing her to yelp.

“What the hell?” Her eyes were still wide. “Put me down. I can still walk.”

“I know, but the floor is dirty.”

“I can wash my feet.”

“Just shut up. We’re almost there.”

Just a few moments later, we reached our floor. “Take the card in my pocket.”

She went to the right front of my pants. I didn’t know what she was trying to find.

“Sneaky.” She giggled.

“Jacket, Vanderford. Left pocket.”

“Oh.” She laughed this time. “Sorry. You should be more specific next time.” When she finally found it, she showed me, still smiling.

“You gain weight.”

“So you’re telling me I’m fat after forcing me to eat the entire food in the pantry.” She inserted the keycard with a frown.

“Just right, Vanderford. This was your weight when we got married.”

“Well, you and Reef always came to complain if I didn’t touch the food.”

I put her down on the bed and knelt to inspect her feet. Her toes were red, but she didn’t get a blister. “They’re okay.”

“I’ve been wearing heels for years, so they’re fine.”

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“Well, my plan was supposed to-”

“Go to the club, get drunk, maybe dance and flirt. I get it.”

“I haven’t done that in a while,” she admitted, even if I already knew it.

“I will take you to my friend’s nightclub once we’re back home.”

“Night Stalker?”

“Yeah. You don’t like it there?”

“I actually like it. It’s just I got kidnapped outside.” She just took off her dress in front of me.

“I’m sorry.” I shifted my gaze. My jaw locked tight. Still, the image of her tits was already stuck in my head, and now she wanted to add a more carnal image.

“You’ve seen me naked. What’s wrong if I stand naked before you?”

I couldn’t answer. I picked up my jacket, walked away, and took off my clothes.

Still, she followed me. “Am I that ugly in your eyes that you couldn’t even look at my naked body?”

I stared at her for a while. Something was really messing with her head. She was miserable, hurt, insecure, and vulnerable.

“Vanderford, you are still the most beautiful woman in my eyes. Whether you fit in a sample-sized or round, I would rather look at you alone than one million women before me. What’s gotten to your head?”

“I don’t know.” She finally left and put on that cute nightgown she had worn before. She went to the bathroom, probably to get rid of her makeup.

When she came back, she went directly into bed. And this would be the longest night of my life. I would sleep with a raging hard-on until morning.

Damn it.

When I joined her in bed, she was giving me her back.

“Night, Cade.”

“Night.”

“Cade?”

“Yeah.”

“Can you turn to your side?”

“Why?” I did as she asked.

Then I felt her hand around my waist, her face against my back. I stiffened for a moment because I didn’t expect her gesture. “Just for tonight. I just need someone to make me feel it’s gonna be okay.”

I drew a deep breath before I faced her. “You’re gonna be okay, Vanderford.” I couldn’t do it anymore and make her suffer. I pulled her close to me and wrapped my arms around her.

Then I felt her shaking. “Vanderford, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just missed this.” She just cried.

Jesus.

“I missed this too.”

“But you’re still furious at me.”

“If you keep on talking, maybe, I will get more furious.”

“Fast and furious.”

I chuckled. “Just close your eyes. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

She nodded. “My eyes are closed.”

“And you are still talking.” I looked down at her. I missed her so much. She had no idea. When she was smiling like this, she just made me happy and complete. I lifted her chin and leaned in to press my lips against her.

Her body went rigid. When I began moving my lips, her arm tightened around me. For the first time in weeks, I did something right for us.

I moved my hand to her back and cupped her ass so that I could press myself against her. Her skin was always soft and supple.

I needed her warm and soft body. I needed her touch. Those sleepless nights were over. My dormant desires had come to life. My inert cock had wakened up.

I burned for her.

I craved her.

I wanted her.

I abandoned all the willpower I possessed and kissed her hard and hungrily.

When she wrapped her leg around my waist, clung to me, and kissed back, I knew her kiss told me everything. She wanted this as badly as I did-we both wanted this.

At least I did the right thing tonight, even if it began roughly. I licked the seam of her lips, and she instantly granted me, letting me explore her mouth and take whatever I wanted. But I wanted everything she could offer, and I gladly accepted it. Our tongues touched, dancing together. I tasted her. She tasted the wine we drank earlier.

She moaned softly against my lips. I slipped my hand into the thin material, cupped her breast, and she whimpered-her sound was muffled in my mouth. She then shrugged out the strap, setting her tit free.

I pulled my lips free, tracing kisses down her jaw to her exposed shoulder before I captured her breast with my mouth.

I ran my hand between her thighs and cupped her pussy. Her hand came to my wrist with a grip, making me stop. I opened my eyes. Her tit was gone from my mouth. I felt like she threw a cold bucket of water into my face.

“You don’t want me?” Dismayed, I asked. My voice was a little bit shaky and low.

“You’re stupid if you think I don’t want you. But.” She bit her swollen bottom lip.

“Just say it, Vanderford. “You found someone.”

“Fuck you.” She snapped at me.

“Yes, fuck me because that’s what you’re doing to me right now.”

“Did you really think that I cheated on you?”

“Then you better have a reason?”

“I don’t want this to happen because you’re giving me what I want and because you’re horny.”

“I’m always horny, but isn’t this what you want?”

“Yes. I want you. I always want you. I never stop wanting you. But do you want it? Do you want me?”

“Since we slept together, do you think I did that because you wanted me and because you were fucking hot? The feelings were mutual, Vanderford. I slept with you because I wanted you. I needed you like you were my air.”

“I’m sorry, but not tonight.” She looked sorry, but that didn’t answer my question.

“So now you’re playing hard to get?”

“No.” She pulled the strap back. “I can help you with that, though.” She looked down at my hard-on.

“No way. You sleep with me or don’t.”

“It’s the first day.”

“Of what?” When I realized what she was trying to say. “Fuck your vagina. Really? Of all the days?”

“I have an irregular period, dickhead.” She rolled her eyes.

“You’re looking at it.” I pointed at my cock and smiled until my smile broke into laughter.

She then smiled as I pulled her into my arms. “I should have told you. Sorry.”

“I get it. We’re caught in the moment.” I sighed, disappointed and relieved at the same time. “Your vagina is a major cockblocker.”

“Not for long.”

“Still.”