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Arrogant Billionaire Ruined Me

"Benjamin! I swear, I never cheated on you. I am a pure woman. I never let anyone touch me. Please, believe me." Charlotte was on her knees, begging her husband to believe her Innocence. But he only looked at her with anger and disgust in his eyes for her. "Do you think I am a fool? If you didn't cheat? If you are that innocent? How come you are pregnant? Is that the reason why you didn't let me touch you in four months of our marriage?" Benjamin yelled at her, hatred dipped from his eyes for Charlotte. "I don't know anything! But please, believe me. I never cheated on you." Charlotte cried, trembling with fear. "That's it! I can't live with an unfaithful woman. I am divorcing you. Get your ugly face out of my sight and never show me your face again, you slut." Without listening to her pleas, Benjamin slapped the divorce papers. ---------------- Charlotte was full of life. With so many dreams in her eyes, she was looking forward to having a bright future. Until an arrogant man laid his eyes on her. And everything changed in her life. She was forced to marry the man she hated the most. When she thought nothing worse could happen to her, she found out that she was pregnant. But how? She was still a virgin and she never let any man touch her?
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Chapter 8

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BENJAMIN'S POV:-

My friends left but I stayed at the club. Johnny told me to forget about everything that bastard Greg said about me.and my wife. But how could I just let it go. While thinking about everything, I got drunk. I actually got too drunk. Thankfully, I didn't come alone. I had my driver with me. He drove me back home. I couldn't hardly walk when I got home. I went straight to our bedroom and found Charlotte sleeping peacefully in the bed.

Greg's words started echoing inside my head. I remembered all those times Charlotte called me mean, disgusting and other stuff like that. Anger started taking over all the sense I had left inside of me. I was burning in the flames of jealousy.

I quietly closed the door and locked it. Then I walked toward the bed. I unzipped my pants as I walked toward her and pulled my semi hard cock out of my pants. I crawled into the bed then hovered on top of her. As I pulled the comforter off of her body, she gasped loudly. "Ben! Oh my god! You scared me." She whimpered while staring at my face.

My eyes went toward her chest. I could see her beautiful nipples poking the soft fabric of the nightie she was wearing. I lost control the moment I saw her nipples erect for my attention. I pinned her to the bed and started kissing her. She tried to turn away but I didn't let her.

"Ben, stop! What are you doing?" She tried to ask me but I didn't listen to her at all. I wanted to make her mine that night. I didn't care if I was supposed to force myself on her. I was too drunk to think straight. I pulled one of her breasts out of the nightie and started sucking it. She was moaning but I couldn't hear pleasure in those moans. They were rather filled with pain.

"Benjamin! You are my husband. I don't want to hate you for the rest of my life. For the love of god, please, stop." Her words left me in shock. I froze for a good long minute. I turned to look at her. She had tears in her eyes but she was trying to fight them.

At that moment, as if I got all my senses back. I sat up on the bed and quickly zipped up my pants. Charlotte also sat up and wiped her tears from her eyes. She then readjusted her nightie, only to realize that I had torn her nightie. "What did you do? This one was my favorite nightie." She whimpered softly as she crawled to the side of the bed. I thought she was going to walk away. Instead, she filled a glass with cold water and gave it to me. I accepted the water and downed it in one go. There were a million questions in my head and I needed to be a little sober if I wanted to ask her all those questions.

Once I was a little sober, I placed the glass on the bed. I grabbed Charlotte's hand gently and pulled her on my lap. She didn't argue or try to fight me. I wrapped my arms around her and she pressed her back against my chest. It felt so good to be able to feel her warmth spreading all over my chest. But that was not the reason why I pulled her on my lap.

"You don't hate me?" I asked her the very first question that came to my mind when she told me that she didn't want to hate me. She wrapped her arms above mine and rested her head on my shoulder.

"Why would I hate you, Benjamin? You are my husband. I married you on my own free will. I was not forced. I made that decision freely." Her tone was so cute. And the pout on her face looked so adorable. My heart melted inside my chest hearing those words from her. I used to think all women were exactly the same. Running after money, opening their legs for any man just to get expensive gifts. But Charlotte was different.

She believed in staying loyal to one man for the rest of her life. And despite the fact that she was indeed forced into marrying me, she had the heart to not just forgive me but also accept this forced relationship wholeheartedly. I never thought I could ever get a woman like her to share my life with.

I felt something warm and wet on my face. When I touched my cheek, I realized that a sole tear had broken free from my eye. I immediately wiped it as I didn't want even my wife to see my tears. She tilted her head up and placed a soft kiss on my cheek. Maybe it was her way of telling me that she was not like those greedy women who cheat on their men.

"I need to change my clothes. And you covered my skin with boozy saliva. I need to take a shower." She whimpered as she pulled away from me and went into the closet to grab a new set of clothing. Her adorable words turned me on more. But I couldn't do anything. Since she was loyal to only me, I decided to stay loyal to her as well.

She stepped out of the closet with a new nightie in her hands. She placed it on the bed and wrapped her long curly red hair into a high bun. Then she grabbed her clothes again and I got to see her breasts since I had torn her nightie.

She walked away, swaying her ass and I lost control. I pulled my penis out of my pants and began pumping it. In a minute, I growled in pleasure and unloaded my warm seed on the silky sheet. I pushed my cock back inside and zipped my pants again. I didn't want her to think that I was still trying to force her.

The whole thing exhausted me to the level, I felt wasted. I laid down on the bed, trying to keep my eyes open. I had to change before I would fall asleep.

CHARLOTTE'S POV:-

After I was done showering, I went to get my clothes. I wore the top and then I realized, I lost my shorts somewhere. For a while, I tried to think what I could do next. Benjamin was right outside, waiting for his turn. I definitely couldn't stay in the bathroom. I sighed and opened the door.

I held my breath as I stepped out of the bathroom. I heaved a sigh of relief as I found him sleeping peacefully in our bed.

I walked toward the closet and looked around. To my surprise, I couldn't find my shorts anywhere in my wardrobe. I looked around the closet but had no luck. I walked out of the closet, looking for my shorts. To my surprise, I found it beneath Benjamin's leg. "You have been holding it. Seriously!" I mumbled as I walked toward him and pulled my silky shorts from under his leg.

Once I was dressed, I realized that Benjamin had fallen asleep in tight clothes. I went back into the closet to get his PJs. I crawled on top of his tall figure and started undressing him. It took me a while because he was heavy. After I pulled his underwear off, I leaned down to get his PJs.

I gasped loudly as he suddenly wrapped his arms around me and caged me in his arms and legs. "Benjamin, unhand me this once. You can't cuddle with me. I am not your cuddle bear." I yelled at him and even slapped him a few times. He just didn't budge. In the end, I was also tired because of all the studies. I gave up and wrapped my arms around him.

It was a chilly night and his warmth felt so heavenly. Although, his breaths were stinky with booze. I buried my face in the crock of his neck. His skin smelled like pine and wood. I closed my eyes and let his warmth comfort me.

…………………

I opened my eyes again and found Benjamin staring at me. He had a mischievous grin on his face. I tried to get off of him but he had his arms wrapped around me tightly. "Looks like you took advantage of me when I passed out. Did you like it?" He asked me in a teasing tone and I felt my cheeks burn. My whole body was hot because of his teasing smirk.

"Unhand me, stupid man. I tried to change your clothes but you snuggled with me like I was your Teddy bear." I pushed him while yelling at him. I was about to crawl out of the bed when he suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me on top of his lap.

A whimper left my lips as his hard crotch was poking me in my butt. He wrapped his arms around me again, Trappist me on his arms. "But seriously, did you like cuddling up with me all night? I never really saw you sleeping so peacefully before. Is it because I snuggled up with you?" He whispered seductively in my ear, making me shiver in pleasure. I sat still on his lap because every single time I squirmed, his cock poked deeper between my legs.

"Benjamin, please let me go. I'll do anything you ask me." I whimpered, trying so hard not to lose my control. I had a lot of things I needed to do before I could start up a family with him. I didn't want to lose control and end up in bed with him.

Well, I was in his bed. But it was my bed too since he married me. "Anything, you say?" He asked me in amusement.

"Yes! Anything, you name it." I replied, not thinking straight at that moment.

"In that case, you have to cuddle with me every night. And from now on, we will walk into the university together, hand in hand." I pouted as I heard his conditions.

I had no other choice but to listen to him. "Fine! I'll do it. Please, let me go. Your… thing … is poking me between my legs." I yelled at him angrily. He started laughing as soon as he heard me and let me go.

I quickly got off of the bed and ran into the bathroom. Once I was inside the bathroom, I heaved a sigh of relief. I took my clothes off of my body and walked toward the shower cubicle. My eyes caught the sight of my reflection in the mirror. I was surprised to see a wide smile on my face. My cheeks turned pink and I went toward the shower cubicle, giggling without any reason.

After I got ready, I was told that Benjamin was not feeling well. He was going to stay home. He asked me to do the same. But I had to submit all my assignments. Benjamin didn't look happy when he heard me. "I have a test in the first period and I have to submit my assignments. I'll go to university, attend my test, submit my assignments then you can come and get me. How about that?" I asked him in a low tone, hoping he would negotiate.

"Well, in that case, I am coming with you. I'll wait for you outside. Once you come out, I will take you away." Benjamin replied in a low tone. We were sitting in the dining room. His mother was glaring at us for god knows what reason. I decided to keep my eyes on my husband. I didn't need anyone else because I had my husband with me.

I smiled shyly as I wrapped my arms around his arms and rested my head on his bicep. "Whatever makes you happy." I whispered softly and his face lit up. I didn't know when we crossed the bridge, but my life had become more beautiful ever since we got married.

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