Falling For My Husband (British Billionaires)

by Ann, Pamela

  Me: Tonight at six. Don’t be late. Please.

  Yeah, I added the please in the end. My need for her was getting out of control.

  Stella: Miss you too, lover.

  There was a wink after it, teasing me. She kept calling me lover. I wasn’t sure if I liked that nickname yet. It sounded so… impersonal.

  My schedule had a few meetings set up for me, but for the first time, I was distracted and kept checking my phone.

  This was definitely surprising. I had become, more or less, a bona fide Stella junkie.

  ~C~

  At six-fifteen, with no Stella in sight, I was worried when I picked up and dialed her number. After the second ring, I heard a loud thud of the front door being closed.

  I was immediately on my feet, heading towards her. “You’re fifteen past.”

  She simply gave me an eye roll. “Hey, lover! How did your day go?” She rushed towards me, wrapping her arms around my neck and leaving tiny kisses all over my face. “Missed me?”

  Fucking hell to the yes I missed you. “Very much...” I groaned, cupping both of her ass cheeks. “Indeed.” Aroused, I nuzzled her neck as my hands slowly gripped her bottom to grind against my unmasked erection. “Grind your pussy. That’s it, love.” My hands moved with her motion and I was ready to feel her heat.

  I lifted her up while she clung onto me, grinding her hips while I was busy biting and pulling her nipple, driving her mad with frenzy. We finally got to the bar and I placed her on the high stool as I gripped the seam on the side of her skirt and tore it apart. The other side went in the same state.

  My cock couldn’t wait to slide into her hotness, but at the same time, seeing her going crazy without it was more satisfying.

  Stella looked starved as she lusted after me, panting as she watched me through her lashes, lips parted. Her ass was in the perfect position. It gave enough space to place both her heels on each side.

  My gaze immediately darted to the fountain of my ecstasy. Open. Unbarred. Untouched by any other man. This was a high I could live with. Needed and longed for. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve seen on a woman, Stella.” My eyes took her in, admiring. A virgin-like pussy.

  She was wet and ready for me, but I was going to take my time. My fingers unbuttoned her new shirt, throwing it to the floor. I was sure she threw away the destroyed one I ripped in her office earlier.

  “Next time, come home to me without a bra on. I’d love to see your nipples through the shirt. Make sure you have a blazer on because I don’t want any man lusting after you, though.”

  I took off my tie and immediately knotted it against her wrist and ankle. I did the same with the other, using my belt this time.

  The angle was crucial to the both of us. It would severely hit her g-spot. I wanted her to crave sex with me as much as I yearned for her. And yes, my eager nymph was almost there.

  “Callum,” she sobbed, begging. “I need to feel you, baby.”

  I was going to give her two weeks tops and she wouldn’t live a few days without my touch. Stella was going to be addicted to me. I needed to see her get lost in my touch, to get consumed by me to the point that she would do anything to please me and wouldn’t stop until I was satisfied and sated. I thought it fair ‘cause I was already addicted to her body—to the woman itself—and how she could easily break my rules with a bat of her eyelash.

  “Tell me what you want, Stella.” I bit into her sensitive clit while I watched her tense and hiss. My tongue stuck out, willing to soothe the throbbing pulse in the sensitive area. With the wet tip of my tongue, I gradually teased it by making slow circles. “A woman that knows how to talk dirty is a big turn on for me.” My gaze connected to her grays as I put my lips together, blowing air up and down her aroused slit. I could see her tight opening contract, clenching, needing my thick length to slide into it more than ever.

  “I’m so wet for you,” she tried.

  Cute. Truly, but it wasn’t what I wanted. “You sound like a virgin. Try again.”

  Her eyes flashed at me. “I swear, if I wasn’t tied, I would walk out of here.”

  That’s my Stella. Without breaking contact, I pulled down my zipper and took out my cock. “Do you like being slightly choked, darling?”

  Her eyes devoured my shaft eagerly. “Yes. It makes me orgasm twice as powerful.” Her body slowly lifted off, impatient.

  My dick felt hot and silky, engorged and ready to combust as I took hold of the base and let the mushroom head hit and slap against her moist slit. The sound of her wetness and the hard slaps made me growl like an animal.

  “I love the sound of a hungry, wet pussy.”

  Stella moaned, delirious. “Do whatever you want to me, please.”

  “I am going to anyway, with or without your permission.” After the words left my lips, my cock slid into her. She could only accommodate a little over half my size and a big part of me wanted to rear it all the way in, but I knew she might need time to get used to having sex. I planned on supplementing that problem with a daily dose of my cock, stretching her insides to make some space. I wouldn’t be satisfied until I felt all of her contracting on me, coming apart on my cock.

  A quick glance at our joined sexes and I was delighted to see white liquid coated my length as I slid in and out of her hole. Without pausing, I continued to fuck her while my hands caressed her breasts, slowly making circles towards the base of her throat. Pressing both of my thumbs on the front, testing the pressure before I finally wrapped my hands around her delicate throat.

  “Callum!” Stella came, sobbing my name in ecstasy.

  I growled, watching her beautiful face and the beauty of our mating. “Come some more,” I ordered, relentless. “Don’t let go. Keep tightening around me.” Christ, her cunt was gripping my cock like a vice. The suction it had against my length was divine.

  My body tensed, my back stiffened as I felt the tingles that rushed from my stomach all the way towards my balls then zinging to my combustible dick in lightning speed. I was about to orgasm and it almost killed me to pull out and come on her stomach.

  After I milked it to the last drop, my head rested on her chest, panting as I left soft kisses on her breasts. My hands were busy unknotting the belt then the tie. “Sex with you is beyond beautiful.”

  “Amen.”

  Smiling down at her, I felt somewhat lighter and then, out of nowhere, my possessive streak reared its face. “This body is mine,” I panted, kissing her forehead. “My property.” I licked and playfully bit into her pebbled nipple. “This…” I whispered, eyes closed as I breathed in her scent. “This belongs to me, Stella.” My tongue made a quick swipe in between her slit before I placed a kiss right above it. “My pussy.”

  Stella sighed, eyes closed as she let her head hit the back of the chair, smiling. “Your pussy, Cal. Noted. Now it’s time to give this exhausted pussy a bath.”

  A loud bark of laughter roared from me. I liked this sassy side of hers. “What else can I do for you?”

  “Foot massage.”

  “Anything to make the kitty purr, I suppose.” Stella wrapped her arms around me as I slowly took hold of her limp body that was ready for her bath and sleep.

  It was our first night, but I could tell that this was something I’d love to do all the time.

  Stella was half asleep on my chest while I bathed her. By the time I changed and placed her on the bed, she was yawning every few seconds. After the foot massage, she was dead to the world.

  Sliding off the bed, I rounded her side and stared at her peaceful form. She looks good on my bed, I thought with satisfaction.

  “Goodnight.” My nose inhaled her scent, softly kissing her cheek. My gaze kept directing me towards her softly parted lips, tempting me to kiss them. Instead, I chose to kiss her forehead, not willing to be tempted by something I wasn’t capable of giving. “Dream sweet.”

  Chapter 15

  Callum

  I was usually downstairs working out in my gym at th
e crack of dawn like clockwork. This morning, I woke up and hesitated for five minutes, debating if I should work out or not.

  You see, I slept on my side with my back to her, but when I woke up, she was hugging me from behind. She felt so good and soft that I didn’t want to risk waking her up, so I gave myself five minutes to enjoy her warmth.

  She didn’t wake when I slowly untangled her limbs from me. I studied her for a couple more moments before I left to go change and get ready to exercise. When I came out of the closet, I made a quick glance towards the sleeping beauty and was greeted with a sleepy smile.

  “Gym?” she sleepily asked.

  I nodded, pausing before I gently moved towards her. “I am. Want to come and join me?”

  Stella smiled, shaking her head. “How about you come and join me? I’ll make you work it good.”

  That certainly made me laugh. “Glad you learn quick.” My thumb caressed her forearm and then I planted a swift kiss on her lips. “Go back to sleep. I promise to wake you after I shower and do another set of muscle stretching before I go to work.”

  “Deal.”

  So that’s how my day started. It was ideal and how I’d pictured things were going to be with Stella. After my lunch meeting, I was in a bright mood, planning all sorts of things to do with her when I got back home tonight.

  I had ideas, but as always, life was much more creative than my own.

  My light mood instantly darkened when I saw a familiar form waiting inside my office.

  “Zara? What are you doing here?” Did I sound disgusted? Appalled? Hurt? Shocked? Aghast? Furious?

  Double check to all.

  Three years passed with not a single word uttered from her. Now, out of the blue, she shows up here without notice. The few years that passed hadn’t eradicated any hateful feelings I had for her, but still, seeing her again took me back to the past, the present and the happy future I had once pictured in my mind.

  I could hate her all I wanted, but one thing I knew for sure, my body still responded to her. It clouded my mood some more, however it was a fact I couldn’t deny.

  Zara was still the most beautiful woman I had ever laid my eyes upon. I once worshipped this woman, loved her more than life itself, even more than my own. Never did I hold back from showing her just how much because I truly believed that she was going to be mine, my wife. However, she got greedy and threw it all away.

  Three years later, she shows up unannounced. I was still rooted on the spot, motionless.

  Zara tried to smile, but it somehow looked pained. She was nervous and she didn’t even hide that from me. “I wasn’t eavesdropping, but I accidentally overheard the news that you were getting married?”

  So the news quickly reached my father, how lovely. “Are you here to congratulate me? That’s very kind of you, but I’m busy, so you can show yourself to the door.” It was all a lie, but no one knew that except for Stella and me.

  Zara tried to step closer, but changed her mind the last minute. “Please, don’t marry anyone. It would kill me to see you marry someone else.”

  That’s all it took really.

  I cracked and was ready for battle. “Who I marry is my own goddamned bloody business! You walked away from me!” For three years my spite for her had been brewing and I wasn’t going to stop it from flowing out. “You’re a filthy cunt who went after a man who had more money that I could’ve offered you then,” I bellowed, uncaring at her flinching face as if my words were hurting her.

  “How fucking dare you come in here as if you’re a welcomed guest! You left me two weeks before our planned elopement. Two fucking weeks. I had my vows written, rings ready and honeymoon booked. You didn’t even have the decency to inform me that there was no wedding. You simply up and left me, vanished through thin air. I even reported you missing for fuck’s sake!” I laughed as I recalled the painful memories I went through. “But father sent me straight to hell, just like a loving father should. Apparently, he acquired himself a new wife. YOU.” I threw her a hateful, scathing glance. “As far as I know, you’re dead to me. You mean nothing. So don’t come in here, expecting shit from me because you will be sorely disappointed.”

  Zara gently wiped her tears away, sniffing. “Your father blackmailed me. What was I supposed to do?”

  Was she lying? “What blackmail?” I demanded.

  “My family was on the brink of bankruptcy. Your father offered a way out. My parents begged me to consider, stating that I had to put my selfishness aside for a few years and help them get out of the rotten financial ruin.” She sniffed, bracing her arms around her body. “Your father made me sign a contract that I would be married to him for three years and never contact you in any shape or form, but I swear to you, on everything that I believe in, your father didn’t touch me.”

  And she expected me to just what, believe her? No. I wasn’t going to play an idiot when it came to Zara… or to any woman for that matter.

  “You should’ve come to me and told me everything. I may have not had the money then, but I could’ve easily spoken to my grandfather. I was his only heir after all, but you didn’t even give me a chance. You simply threw me away without a second thought. If you’re having any regrets, then that’s all on you because I’m done with you, Zara.”

  “I’m so sorry. Everyday I regret not going to you. Forgive me. In two month’s time, the contract will be null and void. I’ll be a free woman.”

  Oh, she regrets it now? Good for her. I wasn’t going to lie; a big part of me wanted to explore the option that she was telling me the truth. If she hadn’t had any other man… that ought to prove something, right? Either way, she violated my trust and broke me apart. The lacerating pain I’d gone through was something I would never forget. There was no point in dwelling on the “if” side. She hadn’t given me the option before, so why should I even give her that leniency?

  “I wasn’t as rich as my father then, but I am now. I’ve since tripled my inheritance in folds. Had you waited then, you’d be my wife by now.” I shook my head, impatient. “It’s all over now. Go home to your husband, Zara.”

  Dark, soulful eyes looked sad, awash with fresh tears. “I still love you, Callum.”

  My chest tightened. Somehow her words continued to affect me. I stilled, speechless, not knowing what to do. A part of me wanted to hold her and make her stop crying, but a huge part of me argued that she deserved to be unhappy. After all, she betrayed me. Big time. There was no going back. She did what she had to do, what she felt was right. Zara threw away our love. Pity was something I shouldn’t be even feeling right at this moment.

  She came closer while I froze, heart thudding as I got to see her up close. It somehow felt as if she still knew me because she was undaunted when I felt her hands rest on my chest at the same time my eyes trained upon her, conflicted.

  “Your heart still belongs to me.” She gave me a sad smile. “It doesn’t matter what you tell me because one thing I know, Callum, is that your heart knows the truth.” Zara pressed her lips to mine. “I’ll be waiting for your return.”

  My eyes didn’t even follow her when she let herself out, but I knew she’d left because the energy in the room felt empty, draining.

  It hurt to see her. It truly did. Now I was at a loss because I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about what she had told me.

  Chapter 16

  Callum

  Stella had a working night and wasn’t going to be home until later. So here I was, in my study, nursing my second bottle of brandy, still feeling sober.

  Frustrated, I took out my phone and pressed a button on my speed dial.

  “Kosta.”

  It was rather lame, but hearing a familiar friend’s voice somehow felt comforting. “You sound like something’s up your arse,” I muttered, smiling.

  “And you sound like shit,” Dimitris retorted back.

  As usual, I didn’t even bother to do the usual to and fro. I just went and dived into the damn problem. �
��Zara came to see me.”

  Dimitris stayed silent awhile. “I have an hour until I pick up my wife from the airport. So go ahead, I’m all ears.”

  It was great to see him happy, really. After what his ex-wife put him through, he deserved this happiness. “Unofficial wife. Unless you’re planning to marry her again? Your family must be happy to have her back.”

  “It’s Lindsey’s first time back, so she’s nervous. We’re taking one step at a time. I don’t want to scare her away the way I did the first time.” He paused. “Do you still love her?” he asked, referring to Zara.

  I had no idea. “I don’t know. It’s been a few years. It was shocking to find her in my office, yeah, but as far as how I’m feeling right now, I can tell you, I feel a lot of hate and anger.”

  “But that’s not what I asked you, Kensington. It’s either you love her or don’t,” Dimitris argued, making me even more confused.

  I grunted and grabbed the side of my head, pulling my hair out. “It’s not that easy.”

  Dimitris sighed. “Well, friend, I have another hour to drag this out of you, so do go on.”

  This was madness.

  “I’m dating Stella—” I spilled the information that was making it difficult for me to see the real problem with Zara.

  “The child?”

  All of my friends that knew about Stella, referred to her as “the child” since I had called her that from the very beginning. The woman was far from being a child, however. Truly. “Yes—no—fuck! She’s twenty-two! She’s no longer a child.”

  “I get it. You’re in love with Stella,” he suggested, making things worse.

  I groaned, getting more agitated as the clock ticked away. Fucking hell! “No. No. It’s nothing like that, but I do care for her. Very much, yeah.” I made an exasperate sigh, confronted. “Should I tell her about Zara’s visit?”

  That’s another big question.