The Double Life of My Billionaire Husband

Looking at the man under her, she climaxed.

At the same time, Brandon also came.

The two of them savored the moment.

But before Natalie could climb off of Brandon, he stopped her by grabbing her waist and then…He started all over again.

After the second round of passionate love-making, Natalie felt as though her body was about to give up.

She raised her index finger and poked Brandon on the chest. “Are you still angry at me?” she asked cautiously.

Brandon suddenly pulled her close to him and buried his face in her neck. He held her in his arms without saying a word. No matter how Natalie approached, he refused to tell her why he was angry.

But Natalie could tell that he was in a better mood than earlier.

Brandon pulled the quilt over them and held Natalie close. “Just go to sleep.”

Natalie pouted in dissatisfaction, but she didn’t push the matter.

As soon as she closed her eyes, she fell into a deep sleep. By the time she opened her eyes again, it was already morning.

It was bright out. Yawning, Natalie turned in bed, only to catch a glimpse of Brandon going out the door. He was already dressed, so he must’ve left for the company.

She had worked hard to make him happy last

longer before finally getting up to go to work. Her bodyguard followed her

and Garrett had picked her to design their attire for

work. She was so immersed in her design that she paid no attention to her

pinging.” It wasn’t until Tasha held up her phone in front of

Laney who had left her a string of messages. “Thanks

she was about to put away her

was Garrett who had texted

looking at the words on her screen, Natalie felt like she could almost hear his

taught you a thing or

help but chuckle. She put down her phone and went

then did she notice that the office seemed particularly

and looked at Tasha questioningly.

design drafts. She glanced at Elizabeth’s cubicle and shrugged. “She asked

“Seriously?”

sneer broke the quietness of the office. Dalores threw a design drawing on the table and demanded, “What the hell is that supposed to mean? This is the busiest time of the

a leave of absence herself?” Natalie asked

She

a bad feeling about this. Holding the coffee mug tightly in her hands, she murmured, “This isn’t like her.

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