Billionaire's wife by Ashleh Queen (free ebook novel TXT) 📗

Coming home

I went into my place to only find those four women connected to this case standing in the living room at the entrance. “Who the hell you think you are?” I yelled making them cower.

“How could you believe that you are anything closer to Mrs. Lucca? She is not a slut like you. Are you getting my point?” I got louder as I took steps in their direction getting them to get back more. “And, if not anything you know I don’t pass my women until I am done with them. You know this much right? You could have used your fucking brain!... Colombo?”  I called for Colombo who wasn’t standing too far.

“As we can see that these women either have brain little than grain or tried to be over smart. You know what to do with them. Clear their balance if there is any!” I got away yelling. “I don’t want them to breathe over my property.”

I looked at my left to view my vast state sparkling in the L.E.D lights and lamps as I ascended the stairs. Coming up I looked at my cell phone to switch off all of the lights from outside. I went into my room this time but unlike many times she didn’t come to stand behind me. I could see her sitting on the bed leaning to the headboard. Her hands had her body wrapped while the color of her dress was calming my nerves. She was just like this color. Clean and pure. Or she was?

I recalled her cry making my feet more impatient. My uncle’s voice rang in my head, “The moment you started loving a woman it will be your fall. Remove distractions. Always remove distractions,” But it is not the first time that these words rang in my head. I had found pleasure, and ecstasy in women’s arms many times. She was no different. This pull wasn’t something new. But yea…it was rare.

The room was drowned in darkness given no light was coming from outside. I sat beside her at the edge of the bed. “What happened?” I asked making her look at me. She straightened a little to me as if wanted to ask something,

I only saw her started heaving more. I didn’t know if it was fear or anger but she confirmed that she was pissed when she asked.

“What those women are doing in your place? Have you…have you…?” She trailed off becoming weak at the end and I wonder why she should care.

“What makes you think you can question me?” I tried to intimidate her by leaning in and used my best heavy accent. I wanted her to know her place at all times. I hear her breathing getting labored. “What you going to do about it, Julie?” I asked making her got away a little before I heard her say.

“I will leave you…I…am…not here with you because I took the money, Matteo. Or not because I will have to return the penalty of my contract…” For a moment I wonder why I was even letting her speak. But I was curious about what she will say. “…I am here because you are my husband. And,…you have right over me…but if you are unfaithful and giving yourself to someone else…I will not let any stone unturned to get out of here.” Every single thing ran in my mind in a millionth of a second.

I could have given her the facts. Of course, she didn’t know that she was still going to be on my bed and getting fucked no matter what the facts are. But why have her sore mood for days? Before she would catch me with someone else, I am sure I might be full with her already and she would be allowed to spend her days at some corner in my palace.

“No,…I didn’t give myself to anyone else.” This made her eyes look at me but I hated it when she asked.

“Why you have women to serve your friends?...and, how is it possible that you were not attracted to them…you…”

“Why do you think my father looked for a bride for me? So,…” I held her knee.

“…you are a gift to me. And, I love to use you…every day,” I heard her breathing getting labored.

“But…those women…” She tried to say when I cut her off,

“It is a common practice to keep the consorts for us. Those women are here to serve my guests…with their free will.”

“Why they would do that?” Her voice came in disbelief.

“Shut the hell up Julie, not everyone is like you who plan to trap a rich husband. Some want to work for it!”

“I…I didn’t Matteo! I used to do…” She tried to get back at me and I had to cut her off.

“And, my father who never once cared about a thing suddenly changed and forced a decision on his son who was past the age of following his parents…and, you didn’t even lose your virginity for the same reason. Because you wanted to make a good impression on me…too bad for you that it is me who can look right through you.” She jumped a little before slipping a little further away.

“But those women even know what kind of hair you liked? How?” She asked making my mind go nuts.

“No….now you tell me! Why the hell on the earth you let anyone touch what’s mine…” I yelled over her face.

“I didn’t…I...was only trying to go and see the guests.”

“If those guests were supposed to attend by you I would have called you!” I hissed making her flinch but before she could get away I got her arm to pull her ear to my mouth.

“Tell me how much you have lost to them!” She winced catching my hand on her arm and tried her best with her fingers to get my hold off.

“Nothing happened Matteo…I swear…Mr. Colombo was on time!” I could hear her whimper and feel her bone under her flesh. This only made me make my hold stronger before I seethed in her ear.

“Your cry for help doesn’t tell me that nothing happened?” I seethed in a warning tone.

“Someone…someone caught me from behind and…and I called for Mr. Colombo’s help…this is all…”

“Did you feel him?” My question made her struggles stop. She was looking at me without moving no matter how much hard my hold was on her arm.

“Matteo...why…are you doing this? I…I can’t talk about it.”

I got my other arm to wrap her body to me more before uttering over her mouth. “Did someone kiss you?” She hiccupped and used her other hand to push my shoulder.

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