“I told you to just let the maids do their job,” Adam said as he put ointment on the burned area. I woke up early and went to the kitchen to cook. He’d go to his office at 7 sharp so I had to prepare for hours since I wasn’t very confident about my cooking prowess.
But came 6 am and Adam woke up. He couldn’t find me on the bed so he went down and saw me in the kitchen while I was trying hard not to tear up. The burn was so painful! I didn’t know what stupidity came into me that I accidentally dipped my finger together with the bacon in the pan coated with oil. I was such a walking mess!
“I want to cook you breakfast,” I told him. I researched! I read recipes and watched vlogs about cooking. I wanted today to be perfect because it’s our first day back here in the city. The two weeks vacation in Maldives and Europe was heavenly but now that we’re back here in Seattle, I wanted to start being hiswife.
He kissed my unburned finger.
“And I appreciate the thought but I don’t appreciate you getting hurt, Bree,” he said and then he was finally done patching me up. He pulled me up with him and pulled me close. “You don’t have to do anything,” he said and then kissed me.
I opened my mouth and welcomed him. I kissed him deep until I couldn’t breathe anymore. I had to wrap my arm around his neck to prevent me from falling down because every time he kissed me, I lost my senses and even gravity couldn’t help me. And when he grazed his sinful tongue against my lower lip, I just lost it.
Pushing him back down on the couch, I straddled him and quickly pulled his pajama bottom down.
Leaning down to kiss him, I also rapidly pulled my panties down and eased his member into my core. I gasped at the contact. He had been inside me every night since we got married but every time we’d do it, it was like I was being stretched to my limit.
“God, Bree,” he breathed against my neck. “I have to get ready for work.” But he was doing the otherwise. He was guiding me up and down and I could hear our s*x pounding wildly against each other.
“Then do me good and do me fast,” I answered with deep and labored breathing.
That seemed to do the trick. Adam switched out position and made me bend over the couch. I turned and saw him completely removing his pajama bottoms.
“Your pajama’s so cute, Adam,” I commented and I laughed at him. I just didn’t imagine that someone as successful and as hot as him would be sleeping in his pajamas. I thought I already knew Adam but as our married life went by, I kept on discovering new things about him and it was wonderful.
“It’s not cute. Don’t use the word cute to describe or anything about me.”
And then he pounded into me. Hard. Deep.
Gods!
“Are we clear?”
And another thrust. And I moaned so loud I was afraid the maids would hear us.
“Did you hear me, Bree Walton?”
And another.
“Y-yes,” I said as I welcomed his sweet assault. He continued pounding against me and I arched my ass so that he could angle better. I whimpered at every contact and I nearly cried when he reached that sweet spot. “Oh good Lord!” I cried out. I was being delirious with the pleasure and when he reached for my cl*t and rubbed it, I came so hard.
“Shit!” he cursed when my s*x squeezed his c*ck. I felt him coming inside me. We stayed like that for a while until he removed his c*ck from my s*x. “God, that was amazing, Bree,” he said and then kissed my forehead. “I love being married to you.”
I smiled at him. I loved every second of it, too.
We ended up having s*x inside the shower room. Adam took me from behind again and worshipped every inch of my body. He almost got late because of that so he didn’t eat breakfast at home.
“I promise I’ll cook tomorrow,” I told him as I arranged his tie.
“Just don’t hurt yourself.”
“I won’t!” I beamed and tiptoed to kiss him. “See you later, babe. Come home to me, alright?”
“Always.”
The first few months were okay… but I was starting to get bored. My mind was starting to feel rusty and I was starting to considering cleaning every inch of Adam’s mansion just to ease my boredom.
I called Maya and asked her to have lunch with me. She was in the middle of a deposition. I felt a little jealousy that she was able to experience that.
“So, how’s the billionaire life?”
I rolled my eye.
“Seriously, I don’t spend Adam’s money.”
“But you’re his wife!” she argued. “You’re entitled to what he has.”
True. Adam told me I could buy whatever I wanted but I just wasn’t that type. I tried shopping a few times but the absurdity of the prices was giving me a headache so I stopped it. I just stick to the stores I was buying from before. I would never get the hang of being married to a billionaire.
And being driven everywhere I go plus having a personal bodyguard. I was used to being completely independent before I met Adam so this was completely new to me. It was like I was living someone else’s life. It was crazy.
“He didn’t even ask for a pre-nup. You’re so lucky! Does it feel so good? I mean, being a billionaire?” she asked with her eyes twinkling. If I could only view this the same way she was viewing it, maybe life would have been a little better for me. I mean, I could enjoy Adam’s money and I wouldn’t worry about being bored. I probably would have spent all my time buying anything my eyes fancied.
“Not everything that glitters is gold,” I told her and she just rolled her eyes at me. “Anyway, how’s your job?” I asked her because I was so desperate to hear somerealstuff! My mind was starting to feel useless because I hadn’t really done anything for the past months.
Maya ranted about her job and I was in heaven. Hearing about those familiar terms and listening to different public cases was a delight. It was like I was deprived from all of these and finally, I was getting a swig!
“You look happy. Is there anything entertaining with my problems?” she asked, confused because of the smile on my face.
“No, no. It’s just that I was so bored. Being a wife is good—and Adam is so good—but sometimes, I just can’t help but imagine what would have happened if I continued my career.”
Would have I made something out of myself? I would probably be still in law school by now. And my family wouldn’t avoid contact with me. They still couldn’t accept the fact that I chose being domesticated from the very promising career in law that was waiting for me.
“Pretty sure you’d annoy people in UMass Law because you’re such a smart weirdo.”
“That’s not true.”
“No, honey. It’s true. You’re so smart that it’s annoying. You’re lucky Adam didn’t find it annoying,” she said. “Lucky bitch.”…