Married To A Powerful Domineering Billionaire

A LITTLE HONEYMOON TRIP

RAYNE’S POV

“Let’s go.” Eric took my hand and helped me into the jet, then he got into the cockpit.

“Huh! You’re flying?” I asked in shock.

“Yes, wife.” He said, smirking at me. I’m good at a lot of things. Why did I feel like those words had a deeper meaning? He leaned into me and buckled the seatbelt around me. At his closeness, I held my breath and he seemed to notice because he grinned at me. I turned away immediately and I felt my cheeks heating up. I heard his light chortle and my heartbeat pulsated. How can a man sound so charming? From my side view, I saw him confidently turning on various switches as if he had done this a lot of other times. And before I knew it, I was staring in complete astonishment at him. I couldn’t help but admire the way he was in control of the jet, piloting it off the ground so perfectly. I was lost in admiration that I failed to hear what he said.

ERIC’s POV

Once I had the jet cruising on air, I glanced over at Rayne to make sure she was comfortable, and the moment I met her gaze, I felt something start to hammer in my chest.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

She had her eyes fixed intensely and attentively on me, with her lips slightly parted. Was that a look of admiration? Now, more than ever, I wished I could read minds. I desperately wished to know what was going on through that mind of hers. She immediately looks away from me when she saw me staring. How cute. I couldn’t help but smile.

By the time we were set for landing, she still had her gaze focused on the window with an excited smile on her face.

RAYNE’S POV

As the jet touched down at another airport, a group of tall able-bodied men in suits, radios, and dark shades came hurrying in our direction. Eric alighted from the piloting turned to my side and helped me get down after unhooking the seat belt. As we stepped out of the jet, they all bowed at Eric. Seeing them, I wondered if they also flew in here. I looked up at them and I couldn’t help but shriek. I wonder if they were also trained to keep deadpan expressions.

“Sir, your car is here.” One of the men said.

Eric nodded and then slipped an arm into my waist, pulling me close to him. I glanced up at him and meeting his teasing gaze, I was quick to look away with my heart racing as we walked toward the black Maybach parked about three miles away from the spit where the jet had descended.

As we approached the car, he opened the door for me. I swallowed hard. The whole princess treatment was making my heart flutter and sending butterflies in my stomach. I was certain that if things were to continue like this with Eric, in less than a month, I might not have control over my heart anymore. I sat still on the leather seat, clutching the hem of my sweater tightly, and nibbling on my lip. What was this crazy feeling? I kept my eyes fixed outside so Eric didn’t have to see my cheeks burning foolishly red.

Watching the streets of Paris, I found my heart jumping in excitement. This was so beautiful, pictures and videos didn’t do justice to its beauty at all. The windowsill suddenly went down and I felt the fresh air of spring sweep across my face, blowing my hair along with it. The feeling of being in my dream place was so overwhelming that I had the urge to scream, but I couldn’t, not when Eric was here, and his bodyguards were trailing behind us in a convoy.

*Sighs*

I couldn’t wait to explore the city already. But, come to think of it, why did we suddenly come over to Paris?

After about a twenty minute drive, the chauffeur pulled into a three-story glass house situated in a serene, and secluded environment. I immediately guessed it belonged to Eric. I stood still in a spot staring in admiration at the majestic building. This was sure beautiful.

I felt a familiar warmth tickle the skin on my neck. “If you like it, we could come here more often.” My breath hitched at the feel of his body grazing my back.

ERIC’s POV

Standing behind her and that too this close, aroused crazy desires in me. I found my mind wandering in different directions. Like bending her over and taking her from behind. I wanted to stay like this forever, but I stepped away for my own good. It wasn’t time yet.

Fuck Eric! This was a temptation. How could a little woman draw me this much?

“Let’s go inside,” I said, pulling away from her. My breath had turned husky all of a sudden and I could feel my abdominal muscles contrasting.

RAYNE’S POV

“Here we are.” He said once we were inside, and I wondered why he sounded the way he did like he had suddenly developed a sore throat. “It’s usually lonely since no one stays here. A cleaner comes around to keep the house in order once every two days.”

I looked around in admiration. The house sure looked like Eric’s kind of thing. Just like the one in LA, it was a thousand shades of gray and ash. But it still was beautiful and spoke sophistication. But, why was he telling me all that, were we going to stay in Paris from now on?

“Why are we here?”

“I just thought of giving my wife a little honeymoon trip. We’ll be here for a few days.” He grinned at me.

I stared at him blankly, I couldn’t quite explain how I felt, but I was happy, beyond excited even. And I guess he noticed because his expression suddenly turned prideful.

“I know I’m the best husband any woman can ask for, you don’t need to say it.”