THE BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE

CHAPTER 1

©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 f*****g ecstatic because you've been dreaming about all this s**t!"

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 p***y--Hahaha! p***y !" 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 s***h 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 f*****g 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..."

*****

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.

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?"