Married To A Powerful Domineering Billionaire

Coming Back Home

RAYNE’S POV

The next morning

The rays of sunlight decorated my room and my alarm rang nonstop before I shut it up with my hand.

I woke up with butterflies in my stomach, I was smiling like an idiot. I tousled around the bed and touched the other side to see if Eric was still in bed but he wasn’t.

I opened my eyes immediately and tried to get up, my legs were sore and my attempt to get up caused me pain.

I sat down on the bed and looked around my room, he wasn’t there.

Don’t tell me I dreamt about our sex or rather imagined it before I slept.

I grunted in frustration.

wait something smells nice, I could perceive someone cooking wait was he cooking breakfast for me?

I managed myself and got up and walked out of my room with staggered footsteps.

I got to the kitchen and there he was in an apron, he still looked hot in an apron I couldn’t help but gulp as I saw his broad chest.

“Go.. Good morning.” I stuttered.

“Hey girl, you woke up so early, after last night’s event I thought you would be drained out,” he said, still cutting some veggies.

This is the longest sentence he has everade since we met. He usually doesn’t talk much.

My face turned red when he said last night’s event and I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed and awkward about the whole situation.

“Go have a sit.” he suggested for me and I nodded. I tried to walk over to the stool and I almost fell.

“Here let me help you.” he offered me his hands and left what he was doing.

He helped me to the stool and helped me sit down.

I smiled at how caring he was.

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ERIC’S POV

After last night, I guessed she must be tired. I wanted to make her breakfast in bed so I decided to make chicken stew and rice with Lots of veggies.

So I started in the early hours of the morning, I could bet you, I’m not a bad cook and everything was going fine.

I heard footsteps approaching the kitchen and I guessed it must be her, but I stayed focused on cutting the veggies because it was giving me a hard time.

“Go Good morning.” she stuttered as she walked from the kitchen door post to the cooking table.

“Hey girl, you woke up so early, after last night’s event I thought you would be drained out,” I said. I was still cutting some veggies.

That’s the longest sentence I’ve made in my life, and I said it so fast like I was nervous.

I can’t be nervous, no I can’t be.

She didn’t reply to my words, instead her face turned red, and she seemed embarrassed.

“Go have a seat,” I said and she nodded.

She tried to walk over to the stool and stumbled. My heart stopped working for about 2 seconds when I thought she wanted to fall but she didn’t.

“Thank goodness,” my subconscious said and I walked over to her without hesitation.

“Here let me help you,” I held out my hand for her and she took it.

I helped her to the stool and made sure she was settled before going back to what I was doing.

“The food will be ready soon,” I informed her.

“So when are we leaving?” she asked me after minutes of silence.

“As soon as you finish your meal.” I replied to her.

“So early?” she questioned as she ate some salad.

“Yeah you have to get ready for your welcome party okay,” I said and served the food in the dining room.

She stood up and walked to the dining area and dished her food out.

I watched how she ate hungrily and I couldn’t help but smile at how cute she was in anything she did.

“You aren’t eating your food.” she said as she drank from her glass of juice.

“I’m filled.” I replied to her.

After some minutes we were done eating so we ran up the stairs to get ready.

It was almost afternoon and we had to get ready really quick.

After some minutes we were ready, picked our bags and drove to the desert area where my private jet was waiting.

“Why aren’t you driving?” she asked all of a sudden as we got in.

This was because I drove the private jet on our way here last time.

I smiled and replied to her trying to compose myself.

“I want to spend more time with you.” I said.

“But we spent lots of time together back at the villa.” she said.

“I drive slow. Having an expert drive us makes us arrive earlier,” I said hoping that was a good excuse.

“Fair enough.” Was her reply as she rested on my shoulder.

She’s so stubborn gosh. I thought as I watched her close her eyes.