LUST LOVE: Slave To The Billionaire CEO

“I see you can’t keep your thing intact, Mr Warren” Keane’s voice was surprisingly low, as he stared at Mark with a raised brow.

“It’s as though you ain’t the one getting married” he continues. Mark could only swallow, not knowing what to say.

Even though he couldn’t tell what was going on between them, he wasn’t deaf to not hear her call him master.

But that wasn’t his concern now, all he needed was to go far away from Keane hoping she wouldn’t make a big deal out of it.

Knowing who Keane was, nothing is too hard for him, and getting a bad reputation is not something he bargained for.

“I was drunk and I thought she was my wife… pardon me” Mark begs, hoping it will convince him.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Hearing his senseless explanation, Keane tilted his head to the side, finding him funny.

“Is it that you don’t know the person you got married to or she just isn’t enough to satisfy you?” asked Keane, finding his excuse lame to consider.

“It wasn’t deliberate… I promise it won’t happen again” Mark could only beg.

“You are lucky I am in no mood for you… and I don’t want to see you anywhere close to her, not even an inch” He warns sternly. Mark quickly nods and leaves without delay.

The atmosphere inside was a killer one and he was already burning hot.

Keane stares at the girl in his arms, even though she is drunk, she looks as beautiful as ever.

She wraps her arms around him, leaning forward. His body was so comfortable that she thought it was a bed.

With one last glance at her sleeping face, he carries her away through the back door where his car is already waiting for him.

Before they could reach home, she made sure to stain his white sleeve with her lipstick.

“Don’t leave… master” came Smile’s drunken voice upon seeing he was about to leave. She wasn’t that drunk and could somehow know what was happening in her surroundings.

Keane who was about to leave turned to her, with a raised brow.

“You… I mean… are we going to do it?” She asked pushing herself upward, to sit up straight.

“Do what?” He asked. She swallows hard before saying…

“Um…Sex” she said and bites on her lips. It felt weird somehow because she was the one asking. Not like she likes it, or maybe she does but she thought they were to do it every time he was around.

“I don’t do drunk girls,” he tells her blandly. She twists her brows in dissatisfaction.

“I am not drunk…” she protested.

How can he say such a thing? She isn’t that weak, just she didn’t know the wine she chose had high alcohol content. Moreover, she isn’t used to such expensive wines.

“Go to sleep” he orders. She bites on her lips again, nodding.

Tugging herself under the covers, she closed her eyes like an obedient little lamb and slept off.

The next morning, Smiles woke up with a severe headache. Her body pains but her head was five times worse.

She climbs off the bed as she struggles to make her way to the bath.

Approaching the door, she felt she had spun causing her to lose her balance but thank God for her reflex, she was quick to grab on the doorknob, supporting herself.

The main door glows open and Keane walks in. He was dressed in black sweatpants and a white t-shirt as he stood there, staring at the struggling girl before him.

“Where to” came his baritone voice, resonating in the room.

“The bath, I need to pee” she struggles and explains. If another minute goes by, she’s sure she will pee on her dress.

Without waiting for her to further explain, he wiped her off the floor pushing through the door and only stopped when they were before the toilet pot.

He watched her silently, but she didn’t move.

She was waiting for him to leave but he kept on standing there looking at her as if watching a show on the TV screen.

“Can you look away, please!” She begs. Seeing him like that only meant there was no going away and she just couldn’t stand his gaze on her.

Was he expecting her to pee before him? That’s ridiculous.

She waited and waited, but the sticks didn’t look away. With no other choice, she pulls down her lingerie, making herself comfortable on the toilet pot.

Keane turns to the bath and fills it with warm water.

He starts undressing afterward, not minding the fact she was staring until he was completely nude before her.

She lowers her gaze hot at the sight of him, shameless standing naked.

“Undress” he orders.

The bath was big enough for both of them to fit in.

“He doesn’t mean it, right?” She asked herself as she stared at him with wide eyes, not believing.

“Won’t like to repeat myself,” he warns.

She shivers under his hot gaze as she struggles to undo her dress with shivering hands.

She had the dress she wore last night.

It feels like forever as she fights with her dress that seems not to want to come out.

At the very least, she was left naked with only her lingerie preventing him from seeing her sins.

“Take it off,” he orders again. With trembling hands, she pulls it off.

He stares at her with so much lust and desire.

She felt embarrassed standing before him with nothing on as she used her hands and tried to cover herself but with a glare from him, she adjusted herself with her head lowered, her face was crimson red from shyness and embarrassment.