The Billionaire's Wife

©S A F I E

CHAPTER 1

ELLE

"So, Gabe, Elle...when are you going to give us something like her?"

Mom carried my niece up on her arms as she gave us that look. My face felt like someone has set it on fire and I felt Gabriel's arms tensing around my waist as he cleared his throat.

We are currently at a party thrown by my mother for our first anniversary. Yes, it's been a year since our wedding; a year since all of these started. This is the first party after the conflict that has happened. It was also the first one which Gabriel has agreed to go with me.

I am startled when my dad suddenly piped in, "We're so old. We still wanted to play with our grandkids, see them grow...you know?" Dad muses as he snatched the baby from mom, "Oh, you little pumpkin. Don't you look a lot like your grandmother?" He laughed making my niece cry. I sigh, scratching my forehead as I pull away from Gabriel, surprising him.

"Dad, let me take her back to Cassandra. I'm sure little Cece here wanted to be with her mom now." I smiled at them, taking the infant in my arms and chancing a look at my husband.

Gabriel is frowning down at his shoes like he's trying to solve a very complicated problem. He appears to be in some kind of pain. my heart aches for him but I shake my head. I have tried a couple of times before to offer him my help but he refused, ignoring me. If only he would tell me what to do or how I could help him.

It has been six months now since that nightmare happened, destroying everything I've worked for. I am not blaming Enrico, Gabriel's father, I am blaming myself, for I am not able to secure something that has blossomed. Since then, I find it hard to reach out to Gabriel. He has built a wall in between us; he started refusing to come home and leave me to myself every time we are asked to go to some conventions. He will take weeks overseas, spending more time in his company than with me he deemed me worthless, an accessory he doesn't even bother to display in public.

I do not know how I can show him how I feel. I do not know how to tell him how much I love him. We are back to how we have started a year ago, living like total strangers.

I smiled bitterly, tucking a hair on my ear. I remember the first time we met at the company, The West Holdings. It is where our love/hate relationship was born.

* Flashback *

"I don't want to marry her! How can you do this to me, Papa? Of entire New York, you chose her, for me?" There is some pause followed by a bang on the table. "Her family is our enemy. You of all people should know not to pair me up with some spoiled rotten brat! Look at the picture of her - so skinny and naive, she's not even my type..." The door opened as I struggle not to look at the tall man who went out of the room.

"You," I look at him and tried not to drool. He's Adonis in real life, not to mention that ocean blue eyes luring me. "Hey! Are you even listening?" I am surprised when he grabs my shoulders, and shake me vigorously, making me quiver under his gaze.

Oh, this man! He should be thankful that he looks so beautiful or else...

"Hey! I'm talking to you." I turned my gaze back at those ocean orbs, trying so hard not to melt. Am I dreaming? Surely, he is the reincarnation of Lucifer himself.

"You--"

"No. You!" He pointed back at me with his finger as his frown deepened, a 'v' forming in between his brows "Are you happy now that our parents agreed to marry us both, huh? I bet you're fucking ecstatic because you've been dreaming about all this shit!"

I didn't answer him. I watch as he leans down on my shivering form, my heart thudding harshly in my ribcage. I closed my eyes, almost hearing my conscious mind screaming..."Danger"

*end of flashback*

"Gabe, are you okay?" I tried to grab his hand but he shoves it inside his pocket. He looks down at me and little Cece before giving me half a smile that tugs on my heartstrings. "I'm fine, Elle. Maybe, I just need a drink, or two?" He held out his two fingers, biting his lip as he looks at me.

Oh, no. You don't. I know that it won't be just two. You will get drunk again and cry about your father's death. Plus, you are driving me back to--

"Okay," Oh my ...where did that come from?!

"Elle, give me back my Cece." I glared at my cousin, sighing in exasperation as I turn and find that my husband was long gone.

That git, he just doesn't care!

"Elle, Come on. Let's have some fun. It's your anniversary! I mean... birthday?" the blonde imp hiccups and smiled as he makes his way down to us, sporting a shimmering blue onesie. "Either." Frances mused, dragging me to the dance floor.

This family - I always wondered how I will able to related to them. They are so eccentric and...odd. Very odd.

I remove my heels and stared at my cousin, "What now, Frances? What scheme-?" They didn't give me the chance to stand my ground and protest when Frances carries me in his arms and shoves me on the dance floor. "Frances! You're making me dizzy, just put me ba--AAhhh!!!" The glass crash as I collapse on the drink display.

I struggled with my wet dress, glaring at the crazy cousin of my husband. He freaking pushed me!

"Ha-ha-Elle. Uh, I'm so sorry but, uh," He gave me a constipated look before bursting out, laughing, spluttering his drink around the other guest who looks at him with delight dancing in their eyes. Bizarre! "You just, hahaha--Looks like a cat thrown out while it is raining. You are soaked like a wet pussy--Hahaha! PUSSY !" He throws his head back before strutting to the dance floor, leaving me with the mess he made.

"Damn it, Frances! Help me out." I called out. I blindly grope around, trying to hold myself up when I felt someone hauling me up. I quickly raise my head to see who it is when Cassandra gave me a disapproving look. She ushered me up on the front door, calling for Taylor - our personal driver slash assistant.

I followed her out of the hotel and to the parking lot. Taylor opened the door for me but before I enter, Cassandra yelled, her hands on her waist. "Clean yourself from head to foot or else I'm going to bathe you the same as I do with little Cece! You smell like a minibar, Elle, seriously." She pushed me inside and close the door behind her as I struggled further inside the car with my wet gown and heels. Taylor looks at me from the mirror and I shrug at him, disliking how the evening turns out.

Taylor offered me a kind smile and I smiled back at him. He was like the good old uncle I have never had and I am glad he is our personal driver. I look down at my hands and huff, glaring down at the wet gown.

I wonder why ladies needed a balloon skirt and high heels. It's freaking stupid. And who made this damn heels? It makes my life harder. Even if it gave me a little addition to my height, it is still a pain in the as*.

I was surprised when the engine stopped and Taylor opens the door for me. "Mrs. West, let me assist you," He started to carry my gown which made me stand in haste. "No, Taylor. I can do this myself..." I can feel the heat rushing up my cheeks as I walk past him.

I was about to open the doors when I came with a thought, "Taylor?" He looks back at me as I smiled at him, "Mrs. West?"

"Oh, please...stop calling me that, just call me Elle." I gave him another smile as he bowed, ushering me inside the mansion. I went up through the flight of the stairs, grumbling with every step I take. I am delighted to reach our room at the end of the hallway. I made my way inside the bathroom and strip off every item on my body.

Hmph...like I care!

*

'Elle,'

Wait.

'Elleeee...'

Who's that?

'Elle-'

"Who's that?!" I jump out of the shower and wrap myself up in a fluffy towel.

'Elleeee!'

Freaking unicorn poop, why is he here?

"Wait, I'm in the bathroom!" I opened up the door only to see no one. "Gabe? Stop kidding me!"

'ELLEANA!' oh, I hate that name. I sound like a fucking alien.

I look around but he's not in here so WHERE IS HE?!

"Gabe, stop kidding me! Show yourself right at this moment or--"

'Help me up!' I can hear shuffling from the other side of the room which means he's outside.

"Coming, Mister." I turned the knob only to feel his body slump back unto my knees making me stumble with him on the floor

"Gabriel, you're so heavy!" I whined, trying to pull my husband up, but failed. "Gabe, wake up. Please..." I look at him but he just gave me a lazy smile and kiss me.

WTF! HE DIDN'T JUST KISS MY LIPS...oh well!

"Gabriel, stop!" he gave me a laugh before deepening his kiss and carrying me, "Gabe--"

He throws me down on the bed as I grip the towel, tight. "Gabe, I think, I think you're not ready. We're not ready and you're drunk. You don't know what you're doing, you just--"

"NO! I know what I'm doing and you don't have the right to correct me!" He yanked the towel off and stared at me, "I want you and I'll have you, now or never..."

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(skip it if you're below 18)

I can see his tense muscles beneath his dress shirt as he lowers himself down at me. He unbuttons his pants and slips them down to reveal himself camping in those boxers, his very excited John Thomas trying to poke out of it.

"Gabe, please. You are drunk, we can't--"

"Stop it!" he pulls my hand up and place them above my head as he straddled me. I can feel excitement overcoming my nervousness as his hands started skimming on my chest, brushing my hair aside, "Don't push me farther away, Elle. I've had enough."

"But we can't-"

"I need you. I NEED YOU..."

That made me gulp. Damn, he is turning me on with his words. So hot but am I really up for it? I shake my head and frown in concentration - I am a married woman and this is my husband and I have needs, so, why not?

He interrupted my thoughts as he leaned down, making me speechless as my thoughts run wild in my cranium. I am unable to comprehend. What should I do? Should I really?

I am surprised when my body suddenly responds in such intensity I didn't know I'm capable of doing. I am now relying on my instinct - the animal that has been slumbering within.

I began kissing him back with so much passion that I found myself leaning up. I want to kiss him with all the want I have been bottling up for the five whole months that he showed no affection to me. He shut himself away because of the incident for which I'm not responsible. All the feelings we tried to suppress for the past months came rushing back with a hard recoil. It was making us shake with the passion of our feelings. Our fingers traced each flesh, wandering unto every part of our body that is better left out of the description.

He skimmed his hands on my face, pushing tendrils of hair on the side as he reached my neck. He leans in and imprints a love bite. "Beautiful. My beautiful girl. All mine..."

I cannot help but moan, my hands struggling to break free as he sucked and bit on my neck. He slips his mouth down on my chest as he took one of my nipples, nibbling at it.

"Gabe," I mentally shake my head as I hear my own voice. So, needy. Pathetic, even. I cannot just moan here and let him do it all.

I need to move.

I yanked my hand off his grip and unbuttoned his shirt, trying to memorize every contour of his sculpted chest before I slipped my hand down his biceps, pushing down his white dress shirt as I reached his hips, slipping my hands lower and lower...

"Gabe!" I tried not to shake as he slipped his finger in my core turning them into circular motion. "Don't--" I plead but my husband just looks at me. His eyes twinkling with amusement as he pushed another finger.

So, he wants it. Then let us make things, equal.

With that thought, I slipped my hand in his boxers and pushed it down. His body stiffened as he stares at me with eyes wide as saucers, "Mio Dio! What are you trying to prove, amóre?" he asked, his voice stopping in an edge as he used the same endearment that almost made me stop.

"Shit, Elle..." He moaned in my ears as I pulled at it and stroke, his member hardening at every move. After a while he recovered, pushing his fingers to move farther in my core. He circled them in my folds as both of us scream each name.

I've never expected this to happen cause I never would have imagined doing this with him.

Especially him.

I am brought back to the situation I'm in as I felt his member enter me which made me stiff. I whimpered as it penetrated deeper making me cry out in pain and he stopped, "You're a virgin!?" He frowned, his member throbbing inside of me.

"God, I'm so I'm so sorry I--"

"Shhh...No, I'm not." Lie. "I'm... adjusting. I need you, Gabe. Please, don't stop...just do it, now." I pulled him back and started to kiss him but then I was surprised when he stared at me, his eyes looking deep inside my soul. I gave him the same intense stare making his desire ignite once again as he pounded on me. Faster and harder this time, our bodies tangled and sweating. Our breathing labored as I tried to remove my hands from his grip and entangle them in his hair. I dig my nails on his back as I arched my hips to met his. His hips bucking on me as he moves in haste, pounding my body making the bed shake.

I grasped his hair with my hand, pushing myself up as I tried to keep up with his speed. I can feel something building up inside my stomach and then it happened; his hips buckling as he had his release. I can feel his seed flowing inside of me, giving a warm feeling on my lower stomach as we grabbed each other. We are trying to catch our breath as we glistened with sweat; dazed with passion.

I was surprised when he suddenly turned me, throwing me down as he lay me on my stomach, entering me from behind.

"Now, I'll fuck you..."

We've done it three times, his breath hitching on every trust. I am surprised when he suddenly collapsed on me after his third release, knocked out cold and asleep. I caressed his face as I whisper in a gentle voice, hoping that we will stay like this forever.

"I love you, Gabe. Why can't you see that?"