The Daring Billionaire’s Wife by Lypstical

Aileen

Brushing my hair while standing in front of the mirror takes me longer than it should as I can't stop observing Liam in the background. He hasn't been the same since he suddenly zoned out and has barely said a word to me. Could it be that I did something wrong? Unable to take it anymore, I turn around, lean against the dressing mirror and playfully say, "You must be so lost in thought that you can't see how pretty my dress is."

He looks over at me with a chuckle, instantly approaching me as he nods with approval.

"You look beautiful." He kisses my forehead, rubbing the palms of his hands on the sides of my arms.

Though the forehead kiss feels warm, I can't help but feel he's not yet being his usual self.

"Is everything okay with you?" I ask, looking up at him.

He sighs. "Of course. I just have a lot on my mind."

Tucking my hair behind my ears, I point at them and say, "I'm all ears."

He giggles, wrapping his arms around me and kissing my forehead again.

"I bet you thought that was funny," he says.

"It definitely was." I nod while resting my head in his chest. "Can you please tell me what's on your mind?"

"I'll be fine."

My heart sinks a little, feeling like he's shut me out.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Don't worry about it. Now..."

He trails off, then suddenly lifts me and heads out the door.

"Hey, what are you doing?" My eyes widen as my feet dangle. Looking down at me, he proudly says, "Can't I carry my wife?"

the charmer, you know

reasons you're mine right now.

my grip around his neck as he carries me down the stairs and while I want him to focus on making his way down, I can't resist each time he brings his face closer for

chefs, who have been waiting so they can lead us to the

before we get there. It makes me feel a little awkward but I

left alone, he puts me

seat here apart from this one." He bites his bottom lip, looking down at the curves of

my stomach rumbles and I

I." His tone is suggestive as

The thought of it surprisingly excites me, but he clears his throat and begins to reach for the bowls, leaving me a little disappointed. I can't help but internally laugh at myself at how I now easily have such wild thoughts. It can only be because he's the one who brought

bowls seems to be easy at first, it turns out to only be the case with those closest to the reach

bowl a bit further away, I attempt to get up so I can get it, but

dare get up unless I

and commanding tone is so sexy that I instantly obey

to reach for that bowl

that case, go

that, I get up, leaning over so I can reach for the

this side before I sit back down?" I look back and find him staring right at my ass. It's only now that I realize

chuckle, shaking my head as I sit back down on

it seems that this might end with us making love again because of the way he keeps staring at me, and all the suggestive things coming out of his mouth, the opposite happens and we make our way to the beach. The private

but the wind keeps blowing the bottom half of

have worn

"I'm glad you did. The wind is on

playfully roll my eyes at

giving me the view of his back and I immediately figure out he wants me to hop on, so

shore, then faces the other direction and runs towards the sea. My heart begins racing at his mischievous laughter but I can't

me, both of us instantly

I chuckle, trying to clean out the water from my