How (Not) To Be Seduced By Billionaires (Books 1-3)(44)

"Yes. Yes. Oh, oh, yes!" I screamed and sobbed the words out as he  fucked me so hard I could only be thankful that the railing wasn't the  type to give way easily.

"Louder," he panted back as he slammed into me in full force.

"Yes." I screamed it as loudly as I could even as I continued to stare  at the world below us, fearful of someone looking up yet at the same  time horribly excited by the prospect.

He slammed into me as I screamed and when one of the men walking below  us actually looked up, I came, my head bending down to avoid the  stranger's gaze as my body shook under the relentless thrusts of  Constantijin's cock.

Constantijin came not a second after, shouting as I did. It was  impossible for the stranger not to hear Constantijin's shout and the  thought intensified my orgasm, turning my body into a mass of soft and  weak limbs as the very last drop of my release flowed out of me.

When he swept me up in his arms I could only rest my head against his  silk-clad chest gratefully. And then he murmured, "Tomorrow again?"

I made a weak effort to thump him, but he only laughingly caught my hands and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. "Jerk."

He took me to bed, tucking us both under the covers. He hugged me to him, spoon fashion, and I had never felt better.

"Yanna?"

"Mm?"

"How do you feel about anal sex?" I was at the other edge of the bed by the time he finished speaking.

Even when he started laughing, it still took me a while to realize he  had been joking. Or at least half-joking. I was still too nervous and  irritated to tell. I hit his head with a pillow, but it didn't stop the  laughter rocking his body.

"You're horrible," I told him even as I did my best to fight off a grin, brought out by his infectious laugh.

"I don't want you to sleep yet," he said simply.

"Why not?"

He shrugged then suddenly suggested, "Let's hit the grocery. We should stock up."

I gaped at him. "Now?"

He shrugged again. "Let's go?"

And so we did. After quickly dressing up in shirt and jeans,  Constantijin and I took the elevator to the parking lot since he also  decided not to take a driver with us this time. It shocked me more than a  little. Constantijin was far from lazy, but he was spoiled. Still I let  it go, deciding that Constantijin was in this weird  not-like-himself-mood for some reason.

We had to drive for half an hour before we got to a 24-hour grocery  store that met Constantijin's approval. When we got there, he had me  pushing the cart, saying that if I was the one doing the shopping we'd  end up with more preserved food than the army.

"You'll just do the paying tonight," he said firmly.

"If you make me pay more than a hundred dollars, I'll kill you," I muttered under my breath.

In the act of taking a tray of eggs, Constantijin went still, turning to me with narrowed silver eyes. "Did you say something?"

I gave him my best ditzy smile. "I said you're the most gorgeous guy on  the planet---oomph!" Constantijin had suddenly seized my chin, taking my  lips in an open, wet, toe-curling kiss. I almost lost myself in that  kiss and I would have if I hadn't heard someone gasp behind me.

Constantijin released me after giving my lower lip one last bite.  Red-faced, I couldn't help looking over my shoulder, hoping that I  wouldn't see anyone. A pair of women in flight attendant uniforms stared  back at me, a mixture of envy and surprise on their faces.         

     



 

I looked back at Constantijin with a glare.

He sent me a lazy smile, his attention completely focused on me even  though I could hear the women behind me talking loudly, doing anything  they could to get Constantijin to look at them.

"Why did you do that?" I demanded in a whisper.

"Because I felt like it." And then he gave me one of those shrugs again.

Now absolutely confused, I said, "Something's seriously wrong with you."

And the hateful man answered with another shrug.

By the time we finished grocery shopping, I could only stare in horror  at our cart, which I literally had to use all my weight to push all the  way to the cashier. "Won't you even help me?"

Constantijin gave me an innocent look. "But you always say you don't  need my help, sweetheart. I just want to show you how much I respect  your need for us to be equals."

"You---"

"If you say something bad about me, I'm going to kiss you."

Conscious of the wide-eyed stare from the cashier, I snapped my mouth shut and tried to satisfy myself by glaring at him.

It only made him laugh and despite his threat, he pulled me in his arms  and kissed me anyway. The kiss was over before I could even react and by  the time I got my senses back, Constantijin was calmly unloading our  cart.

"That would be $245," the cashier said minutes later.

"What?"

But he only smiled and said, "Go on, pay for it."

When we got home, Constantijin told me he wanted us to watch one of the  pay-per-view movies offered. He asked me to pick one and when I did, he  suddenly told me he wanted to watch the sci-fi thriller, which he knew I  absolutely loathed. Then afterwards, he said he wanted me to cook  breakfast for him  –  even though he knew there was nothing else I loathed  more than cooking.

Constantijin made all these insane demands throughout the night and all  the way till dawn. When he told me I had better skip work for the day, I  could only agree. It was the very first time I was also glad to see him  go. Constantijin in a weird mood was totally exhausting.

His housekeeper, Nora, woke me up around noon, bringing the wireless phone to me and saying it was Constantijin's mother.

"I'm guessing you had a bad time settling on your first night?" Marge  murmured sympathetically when I greeted her with a scratchy voice.

Before I knew it, I was telling her everything that happened.

I was kind of hoping she'd say I was right for thinking Constantijin had  been such a jerk all night long but she burst into laughter instead.

"W-what's so funny?" I blurted out, confused and not a little disgruntled.

"I want to tell you a story, Yanna. When Constantijin was sixteen, he  asked Erik if he could have his own car. Instead, my husband gave him a  puppy  –  as a way of teaching him how to be mature and responsible. Now,  Constantijin always had a soft spot for animals but he was too proud and  so he didn't want to let Erik know he was also happy about the pup."

With another chuckle, Marge continued, "So all the time, Constantijin  would pretend that he'd forget to feed the pup when all the while he had  given one of the maids a strict feeding schedule for it. He'd pretend  he had no time to train the pup even though he'd sneak out in the middle  of the night to check on it. And then he'd go shopping for supplies and  take the tags off before coming home. He'd tell us they were old  secondhand stuff his friends had thrown out." She paused and there was a  smile in her voice when she asked, "Do you see where I'm going?"

"Yes," I choked out because I did.

"I'm so glad, Yanna, so glad he's so happy with you."





Lesson #10

All good things with your billionaire must come to an end.



"You don't look okay, Yanna," Constantijin shouted at me two weeks  later, gazing at me in concern. He was seated at the head of the table  and I was seated at the opposite end, a good twenty feet separating us  because I had insisted that just for once we gave his larger-than-life  dining table a try.

"I'm okay." I tried to shout back  –  I kind of had to because it was the  only way to get heard. But my voice came out weak. As another wave of  pain struck my belly, I bent slightly forward in an effort to keep it  from hurting more.

Constantijin was at my side the next moment. "What's wrong?" he demanded.

Cold sweat bathed my skin and it took all my will to speak. "I just have  to … rest." Another wave of pain burst inside me and I almost pushed him  away in my haste to leave the room.

"Where are you going?"

Ignoring his question, I went through the door that connected our suites  and headed straight to the bedroom Marge and I had brainstormed to  decorate but I never got to use.         

     



 

Locking myself inside the bathroom, I quickly snatched one of the pads  from cabinet over the sink and tore the package with shaky fingers.

Dysmenorrhea was such a bitch.

When I came out, I was surprised and unreasonably irritated to see Constantijin waiting inside my bedroom.

"I have my period," I told him shortly as I walked past him to switch  the air-conditioning on. I crawled into bed and pulled the covers up,  determinedly closing my eyes so he'd get the message and leave me alone.

This month's cycle felt more painful than usual, and I wondered if it  was because of all the, err, things Constantijin and I did in bed.

"Is there anything I can do?"

I opened my eyes to glare at him and snap, "Nothing." It was that or  cry. I hated everything about myself and I hated everything about him,  too. It must be the hormones since Constantijin looked as gorgeous as he  always was, even though he only had his sweat pants on and his  flawlessly smooth and toned chest was completely bare.