Married To A Powerful Domineering Billionaire

Beauty and The Beast.

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“Beauty and the beast.” She said and I couldn’t help but chuckle at her reaction. Then I got up and strolled towards the wardrobe, at the back of it, I inputted a pin and the bookshelf drew out of the wall. I bet she didn’t know that a shelf for books existed in her room, cause she had a surprised look on her by the time I returned with it.

“The model said you like books, so I got you an in-house library.” I sat next to her, then flipped the book open. I have never liked literature and novels and other works relating to fiction. Reading about things that did not exist. But, I was now married to a little woman who loved them, hence, it was my responsibility to read her bedtime stories.

RAYNE’S POV

When he returned with the book, I could tell that he barely wanted to read it. I mean, things like reading bedtime stories weren’t something a man of his Calibre would want to do.

He flipped through the pages of the book with a bored expression. I could tell he wanted to put it down until he looked at me, then he sighed and murmured something to himself.

I was certain that he had already started regretting asking me that one question that led to him holding that book in the first place, and it looked funny.

He flipped through the pages again, but when he was about to start reading, he paused and shut the book close. Then, he looked at me, with some seriousness in his eyes.

“I’d only read to you on one condition.” He said. I stared back at him curiously. I couldn’t think of what condition he wanted to give me.

“You don’t look beautiful when you cry, so stop doing it.”

My heart melted. That wasn’t what I had expected he’d say, and probably for that reason, I started to feel all emotional again.

I heard him sigh. “Why do girls always think they’re beautiful when they cry?” He murmured and I shook my head in denial.

“I’m not crying,” I said.

“That’s good, ’cause if you do, I might just have to kiss you to make you stop.” He murmured and I felt my cheeks heat up. “Let’s read.”

ERIC’s POV

I read her the story and surprisingly, it wasn’t as boring as I had thought it’d be, and I knew she was the reason why. It was fun watching the expressions that played on her face while I read the novel to her until she fell asleep in the middle of the novel.

Yeah, my baritone had the tendency to induce sleep, but considering she had been sleeping all day, I didn’t expect she’d fall asleep so soon.

*Sighs*

I made sure she was fast asleep, then I closed the book and put it down on the side table. Then I drew the purple duvet over her small body and stared at her cute animated face for what seemed to be an eternity. I didn’t want to look away from her face, and neither did I want to leave her alone. I wanted to stay by her bed and watch her sleep. It felt strange, but that was all I wanted.

“Eric!” I cursed inwardly and forced my eyes off her face, kissed her on the forehead, and strolled out of the room after putting out the light.

RAYNE’S POV

Morning

I stretched awake on the soft bed, smiling at the ray of sunlight sipping through the slightly parted curtains. I strangely felt good that morning. For the first time in a long while, I woke up happy.

Probably, it was the sudden happiness you get when you realize that you deserve better, and that too, after crying your eyes out for weeks because of a heartbreak. The happiness you feel when you’re about to start anew.

Or, maybe it was because of last night. That simple sentence from Eric had done something strange to my heart. Plus, I could still remember how he had read to me last night, despite not wanting to. Not to forget his deep, dreamy voice.

Thinking of all that, I couldn’t help but think back on how he has always treated me from the very beginning. He had been cold on the first day, but caring and gentle. Kind and patient with me, and cheesy.

He brought Elaina from Washington just so I’d be comfortable. He didn’t need to do it, but he did it for my comfort every time, and he had always considered my comfort in situations.

He was indeed a good person, just as Jessica has said he was. And he deserved better than always seeing me cry.

I got out of bed, put the room in order then went into the shower. I was tempted to lie in the jacuzzi, but then I decided to have a quick bath instead.

I stepped out into the room after having my bath and found Eric sitting on the purple couch. The sight of him on it was a funny one. It was just like an adult sitting on a toy chair.

His sharp gaze locked on me the moment I stepped out and his gaze ran down my body with a spark of something hot and desperate in his grey eyes. Under his sharp scrutiny, I felt my entire body heat up and immediately looked away from his face.

“Good morning,” I said to him and slowly, he took his eyes off me.

“Good morning, wife. It’s good you already had your bath. Get dressed and come downstairs, we have somewhere to go to.” After saying that, he got up and walked out of the room.

I couldn’t help but wonder where we were going this time. I quickly got dressed and first went to check up on Elaina. She was still fast asleep. She’s always wished to take a break from work, and now that she’s away from Washington DC, I guess she was taking all her chances.