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?"

quite the charmer, you know

of the reasons

stairs and while I want him to

the last step and walks past the chefs, who have been waiting so

Liam put me down before we get there. It makes me feel a little awkward but I wouldn't want

the end of the table and plan to be present while Liam and I have breakfast but before he even puts me down, he allows them to leave, saying it while slightly tightening his grip on my thigh. Now left alone, he puts me down and pulls out a chair for himself to take a seat.

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

my stomach rumbles and I say, "I'm

tone is suggestive as he rests his hand

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

be easy at first, it turns out to only be the

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

you dare get up

sexy that

trying to reach for that bowl

that case, go

that, I get up, leaning over so I can

what we have on 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 the view he has is of me bending over. "Hurry up and sit back down before I

chuckle, shaking my head as I sit

this might end with us making love again because of the way he keeps staring at me, and all the suggestive things

bottom half of my dress and I have to keep holding onto

worn this dress." I

chin, he says, "I'm glad you did. The wind is on my side and

my

out he wants me to hop on, so I lift the sides of my dress and get comfortable with

path we took on the shore, then faces the other direction and runs towards the sea. My heart begins racing at his mischievous laughter but I can't stop him as his hold on my

with me, both of us instantly getting soaked as

trying to clean out the water from my