Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (romantic story to read txt) 📗

Leonardo finishes yelling at me and punches the door of one of the bathroom stalls, making it spin. He turns, seized with anger while I watch him in a strange border between anger and indignation.

"I didn't bring you here to make people think you're the most expensive bitch in town, but to tell the world you're going to be my wife!"

"What the hell?" I mumble.

"It was my idea to propose to you!" he declares, taking a small box out of his pocket and throwing it into one of the sinks, causing it to open, and throwing wedding rings scattered throughout the space.

Amazed by the conditions that are allowed today, what he just did is fucking crazy.

The rings I mean.

"You're...completely crazy..." I sputter indignantly.

“I Can be! If you want to bet on love, call me crazy as many times as you want. Obviously, your expectations with me were never the same.”

"How dare you say that?"

"You wanted to use me, that's obvious, Gigi!"

"You could start by calling me by my real name, which I always asked you to do and you stuck with it!"

"Well, I think you're right! You are no longer my Gigi.”

He seems strangely childish and perverse speaking that way. It's the same Leonardo as always. I don't understand why it surprises me now; the difference is that the situation has been making noise for me for a long time, obtaining as a result that only in these instances the thing explodes because I can't take it anymore.

‘I was never ‘your Gigi’, Leonardo.”

"Wow, what I've come to find out."

"I don't want this anymore!"

“What are you talking about? I brought you here, I gave you everything. Since I met you, you’ve driven me completely crazy and I knew you would be the ideal person, but only now do I feel that I am beginning to believe you, without being sure that I know you well. At the moment, you're just a buscon”

“ Call me that again!” I threaten him with a raised index finger. “ I dare you!”

He looks at me wide-eyed, surprised. Okay, it's my time to act.

I reach down and grab the ring and toss it to his chest pressing it here.

"You can't expect me to do everything exactly the way you want me to! It's important what you tried to do for me, but you constantly threaten me and promise to change, but you get more and more obsessive! And I hate those sick behaviors! You have no right to do what you do, you Italian idiot!”

He raises an eyebrow, frowning, and grabs my hand.

"Now you insult me ​​because of my nationality?"

"I insult you for who you are and for what you do to me! Let go!”

This time, I try to push him with my free hand, resulting in him grabbing me with his other hand, preventing me from moving.

But pushing me against his chest.

"Do you know how much that ring cost?" he asks, his eyes locking with mine. Who knows where that beautiful jewel is lying.

"I'm not interested," I decree.

“ You should.”

“ Make me.”

“No matter how much it cost, it never compares to the incalculable value you mean to me.”

"Could it be that I'm not interested in being calculated in values," I reply?

"You're so rebellious.”

"If you want me to be submissive, you got the wrong woman."

"That's why I love you so much."

Then he violently attacks my mouth, in a kiss that I stop immediately by biting him on his lower lip.

He pulls away, checking the droplet of blood I just gave him. Instead, he licks his lips, doesn't let go but holds me tighter and draws me back to him in an aggressive, sick, mad kiss.

He takes me against the left side wall and pushes me against the sinks, spreading my legs, knowing I'm doing the wrong thing.

My mind repeats ad nauseam that this is terribly wrong.

"Make no mistake."

"Make no mistake, Iggi."

"Be careful."

"The fire between the two is going to consume them and it will be too late by the time you want to realize it."

However, the environment brings us out of the trance when a woman enters the bathroom and emits a little cry when she sees us:

“Oh! I am sorry!”

I would be quite angry.

She leaves immediately and Leonardo, with a little laugh full of mischief and a hint of playfulness, says to me, pressing his hot lips to my right ear:

“Let's go to the hotel. Let's go.”

His lips continue to trail kisses down the curve of my neck.

Well, if before I was afraid that they would sentence me like a bitch, now we have just given them the evidence.

But of course, Leonardo doesn't care about this because I'll be classified as his. The Italian’s bitch.

“Come on” he insists, causing revolutions in my body that I only feel when that strange sensation is combined between doing things dangerously wrong and, at the same time, delicious.

"Leonardo… No…”

"Come on, Gigi. Please. Let's get out of here.”

Holy shit, fucking hot Leonardo Ferrari, bless the moment I met you!