Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 135: Chapter 135

ELLIE
Andres already did everything I’d asked of him.
More than I’d hoped for.
Even if I didn’t really understand his motives for marrying me.
It didn’t matter, because he still did it.
I had no right to ask for more.
My emotions were wild like a rollercoaster as he wrapped me in his spicy cologne scented embrace.
Andres nuzzled my neck, and I felt his beard tickling the skin there as he pressed his lips to me.
Holy damp panties.
I didn’t know what this was. Wasn’t sure how to label our relationship. But it sure felt like more than a marriage of convenience.
And no, I didn’t want to think about my jealous display or why I’d even felt murderous rage when that woman had called asking for Andres.
Of course, now that I knew she was his mother’s best friend, I felt a little sheepish about my reaction.
Apparently, I was a little possessive of my husband.
Those feelings were unexpected, and I didn’t know what to do with it.
I also did not want to think about why I’d gotten so sad when Sof, Des, and Mer all seemed to know my husband had recently let it be known to everyone—except me—that Adrik and Marat were his cousins.
Maybe it was all that trust I’d placed in Andres’ hands that had me reacting this way. Or maybe it was because every single night since we’d gotten married, no matter how many times I said I wouldn’t cave, I found myself incapable of ignoring his presence.
I ached for that man.
In my most secret places, I needed him.
Wanted him.
I’d never felt that way about anyone, and it was disarming. I felt completely undone. Left naked and raw and open to ridicule.
If I’d known that would happen, I would never have proposed to him.
Andres didn’t love me.
He never claimed to, and he sure as fuck didn’t owe me anything.
But I was behaving like a jealous spouse.
And I couldn’t have that.
I shouldn’t have that.
Fuck. Damn.
I was seriously losing my shit.
I was falling for my husband, and I didn’t know how to stop.
“Ellie.”
Andres pulled back from our embrace, his stormy gaze freezing me in place.
Awareness surged, and that attraction I felt simmering at all times increased until it felt like a bonfire.
Ripples of need coursed through my bloodstream. Heat sizzled between us, and I felt a pull so strong I swayed on my feet.
Just like a magnet, I thought inanely.
His hands flexed on my waist, and I couldn’t deny how he made me feel. I was drawn to him, incapable of resisting the pleasure that surged in my veins every time we touched.
Did I even want to try?
If she only knew.
Ellie wanted to know how many secrets I was keeping, well, goddamn, I wasn’t about to tell her.
What could I say?
Why, yes Ellie, I have been keeping things from you.
Like the fact I’m obsessed with you. Completely and totally fucking unhinged when it comes to you.
I spend every waking moment thinking about you, wanting you, needing you.
I’m like a fucking junky with an addiction I have no control over. But it isn’t smack that has me off the rails, it’s you.
I am fucking addicted to you and your smiles, your kisses, the way you sigh in your sleep, the face you make when you come.
Fuck.
Fuck.
FUCK.
I had so many fucking secrets. But I couldn’t tell her any of them.
“Ellie,” I said her name again, stepping back from her tempting warmth.
I couldn’t touch her and keep my train of thought. I was only human, for fuck’s sake.
“I’m sorry if I kept things from you. It was unintentional. I wasn’t trying to hold anything back,” I said, carefully weighing my words.
I wanted to explain. To tell her how much she meant to me without sending her running. But like always, I was overthinking it.
“Andres,” she sighed. “I’m sorry, I just don’t want to do this. I-I can’t, I won’t⁠—”
Ellie dropped her chin and shook her head. Turning around, she gave me her back.
My heart was pounding so hard, squeezing tightly inside my chest until I couldn’t breathe.
Panic gripped me.
She won’t? She can’t? What did she mean she didn’t want to do this?
“No. No! Don’t tell me you don’t want to do this, Lupina,” I said, sputtering my words.
Fear made me choke.
Suddenly, I was so fucking scared.
Was she trying to leave me already?
The possibility made me sick to my stomach.
She can’t leave me. I won’t let her.
I’d do anything to keep her. Promise anything. Give anything. Even trick her.
If I had to fuck her into submission right there on the countertop to get her to agree to stay, I would.
“I fucked up by not telling you everything, but there’s no going back for us, Ellie. I won’t let you leave,” I growled, placing my hand on her elbow.
I wanted to force her to face me, but I needed to calm down first.
“What? No, I didn’t mean that. I just meant, I can’t have you shutting me out. I don’t want to feel like this,” she said, her voice low.
“Like what?” I asked, right behind her now.
I needed to see her face when she was speaking so I could gauge how she felt.
Ellie heaved a sigh, but she turned around. Her eyes were still downcast, and I couldn’t help it then.
I reached out and touched my finger to her chin, lifting gently until she looked at me.
“We’re married now. We do this together. Please, just talk to me. Explain to me what I did wrong and how I can make it up to you, Wife.”
Curiosity burned inside me like a living thing as I watched her processing my request.
Would she indulge me? Or tell me to fuck off?
I was eager to know. Anxious for her decision on how to handle me.
My Lupina was no mouse, no matter what she thought or how others viewed her.
I knew it, but that wasn’t enough. I needed her to know it, too.
“I’m sorry I—” Ellie started.
Her expression was so forlorn, it pained me to witness it. That I had caused her even a second’s displeasure made me ridiculously angry with myself.
She deserved better. For her, I would do better.
“Don’t apologize. Just tell me what’s on your mind,” I said, interrupting her.
“Okay, fine,” she muttered and heaved a sigh.
I bit back my smirk.
She was so fucking cute when she got annoyed.
Her gold-green eyes flashed with temper, and fuck, my cock was already half-hard just looking at her.
“Andres, I just need you to promise to talk to me, okay? No matter what. Telling your bosses they’re your cousins was probably emotional for you, and I’d like to be there for you when you have something like that going on. I’m your wife,” she murmured.
Pleasure filled me at her quiet declaration, but I held my tongue. My wife clearly had more to say.
“Even if it’s hard or ugly. I want to know. Maybe I can help,” she added. “I just don’t want to feel like I did something wrong when you go all quiet. If I did something to make you upset or something, I need you to tell me so we can discuss it like adults.”
“You think I’m angry with you?” I asked, truly stunned.
“I don’t know if you’re angry with me or if you’re anything with me because you don’t tell me. I don’t like not knowing. When I was married to Gary, he always played these little games, and he just made me feel bad all the time.”
“I make you feel bad?” I asked, my eyes even wider.
“No! No,” she said, shaking her head, and some of my tension eased.
I rubbed my hand over my face, trying for a calm I didn’t feel.
“Ellie, what are you really saying? I need you to tell me more, please,” I said.
It was only through years of working a high-pressure job that I wasn’t a bumbling mess right then. I wanted to drop to my knees and beg forgiveness for something I didn’t even know what.
This woman had me by the balls, and she didn’t even know it.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything,” she whispered.
“No. Don’t do that. You can talk to me, Ellie. No Lies. Just truth. Always,” I told her, meaning every word.
The last thing I ever wanted to do was ignore this. I didn’t want her upset, but we needed to hash this out. Whatever this was.
Fuck.