A Wife for the Billionaire
Chapter 51: RICHARD

Chapter 51: RICHARD

The saying;

’Silence is the best answer to a fool’

Has never been as right as it was in that moment I chose to ignore Lord Thomas Grey completely as I forged ahead.

"I’d like to discuss supply chain management. Any updates on our manufacturer negotiations?"

Lord Thomas turned crimson in rage. Silence fell among the board, but it seemed someone couldn’t control himself as Caden snickered.

Caden Day has always been like that. Mischievous and funny. He would have been my friend if his father wasn’t a co-conspirator with the Greys.

My father smiled and instead of feeling proud. I was mad. He shouldn’t be smiling when there had been a part of him that expected me to fail. He had anticipated that I would lose it, I’m sure of it.

He doesn’t get to glower with pride when he didn’t believe I was capable of doing something worth being proud of.

I saw Kane curl both of his hands into a fist. I saw the firm set of his jaw as if he held himself from saying something.

I almost scoffed at the sight, he wouldn’t do anything... not after the lesson I showed him last three years ago. It was five months after the birthday spectacle.

I was still recuperating after my heart almost gave up on my 20th birthday celebration. That day even as I don’t really recall what happened after I passed out, remains one of my most embarrassing moments.

I had taken to the stage after having a serious argument with my father. This was two years after his hospitalization. And already it felt like he was yet to truly learn his lesson.

He had caught me having a moment with one of the caterers, Rala, I think that’s her name. She had red hair and a face that had arrested my attention the moment I saw her.

Like other birthdays, I wasn’t exactly feeling like the celebrant. It was usually a day to advertise and promote the Wellington Brand. A day to mingle and find more potential investors. A day to smile and hold my head high as the obedient child even if I wasn’t feeling like it.

I had left the hall that day, the party was already five hours in and I had grown weary of faking smiles and shaking hands I rather be breaking.

I met the girl in the hallway and with a smile and my charm, I was leading the girl to an empty room in less than five minutes.

I don’t kiss, especially on the lips or the French kind. Perhaps it was because I once read that kissing can induce intimacy. That exchange of saliva can often cause both people to start developing feelings for each other.

And my life was already messy to add love and relationship issues to it, so I avoided kissing as much as I could.

"No, I don’t do that" I cautioned Rala as she made to kiss me on the lips.

"So you are one of those men who don’t kiss, can’t say I’m surprised" she replied.

"I kiss, just not on the lips"

"Let me guess, you reserve that privilege for the one" she whispered, already nibbling at my ear.

"There’s no ’one’, I don’t date nor do I believe myself capable of love"

She had paused at that. Her breath - hot against my ear. Then she said,

"You do realize that those who say that often eat their words afterwards," she kissed the hollow on my neck, "because they usually find that person who will prove them wrong, you know that ri_ arghhhh"

I had squeezed her bubs so hard that she was forced to release a painful moan.

"You like that, don’t you? So, shut up and let’s do what we came here for"

Because it was to be a quickie, we didn’t need to get rid of our clothes entirely. She removed her shirt, revealing red swollen tits that her pink bra could no longer confine.

She unhooked her bra and her tits burst free. I closed my hands on each squeezing gently now. Then I let my left hand trail down the length of her flat tummy, sliding gently into her shreddies.

She held onto me tightly, digging her nails into my skin, as my fingers rubbed her crevice.

I allowed her pull her hosen down and then I made her bend to the wall as if I wanted to fuck her from behind. Spreading her legs, I placed my head between her legs and licked her.

She shivered and tried to touch me, earning her a smack at her butts. I licked, and caressed her center, tasting her, nudging at her crack with my tongue. She kept moaning, losing herself to the savour of my tongue and her butts were already as red as cherry due to constant smacking when she misbehaved.

"Oh my God, this... mhmm... torture. You are... uhhh... ohhhh... killing me"

She just tasted so good, like warm vanilla cream.

"Arhmmm, I think I’m close"

Slamming her against the wall, she wrapped her legs around me. Scutting her legs with my hands, I plunged into her. I barely gave her a moment to recover from the gasp that escaped her lips as my huge self thrust into her, before I began pounding her.

Tuk. Tuk. Tuk. Tuk. I went, slamming harder, deeper and faster into her.

She hugged me tightly, her hands pulling at my hair as I kept slamming into her. Her hard tits kissing my sweaty chest.

I had been so close, she was too, biting hard on my shoulder, when someone threw the door open.

"By God! Richard, what are you doing?"

My father yelled.

"Just close the damn door, can’t you see I’m busy here" I returned.

"Get out of there now!"

Ignoring him and Rala’s protests to stop, I went on pounding her, mostly in defiance because his interruption had long ago died away the urge. The moment was lost, but I went on because I knew he was watching and glowering.

He had been parading me all night and I wanted him to feel that rage I felt. Throwing my head back, I faked a moan.

"Uuuhh, so close. So fucking close" I said, even though his gaze on us made my dick grow more flaccid by the second.

Grabbing me by the hair, he dragged me away from Rala who fell to the ground as my hands which had been supporting her flew to my head in effort to stop my dad’s yanking.

"Let go of me, you fucking psycho!" I yelled.

He ignored me, kicking Rala, he yelled,

"Get out of here, you whore!"

Scrambling for her things, she hopped out butt naked to the hallway.

"Do you have any idea what would’ve happened if someone caught you and perhaps took a picture?! You pig-brained of a child!"

"It’s not like it hasn’t happened before?" I said coolly, pulling up my breeches.

It had indeed happened before. During a fashion show we attended when I was fifteen. I had excused myself to go and use the restroom, somehow I got lost and stumbled upon a naked model.

She was young like five years older and with her back to me, she didn’t know I was watching.

"Come here you pervert!" She called, dragging me into the powder room, when she caught me from the mirror she held as she applied her makeup.

"I didn’t mean to... it wasn’t my intention..." I stuttered as she held me in a knot.

"What was it then? Didn’t your parents teach you about privacy?" She asked, tightening the knot.

I remember looking at her startling dark pools and uttering,

"It’s just that you are too gorgeous for me to avert my gaze"

"What did you just say?"

In that dazzled state, I ceased the opportunity and slammed my mouth to hers. And yes, this was before I learnt of the entangling dangers of kissing.

She had pushed me away, looked at me like she was about to smack me senseless, before she pulled at me and devoured me with her lips.

Before someone caught us, I remember it was the hottest sex I had ever had. Being with someone that experienced was bliss.

My father had paid handsomely for my face to be blurred out of recognition in the picture, before releasing it online and ruining the model - Simone Reacher’s life.

She was arrested for having sex with a minor, tried and sentenced to five years imprisonment. I’m certain, her life after serving her time was nothing short of ruined.

Nobody spoke of the minor or his identity, they were all quick to assume that she forced herself on him (me).

I had wanted to speak up, to stop Simone from going to jail. But my father had kept me mute with the threat of revealing my face and disowning me in the process.

To be continued.