Billionaire heiress revenge

Episode four

Oliver's pov

I followed my father to his study room. I didn't want Carlton taking Alexa to my room; since she didn't object, I saw no need to do anything about it.

I knew my father wanted to talk about Alexa, so I waited for him to say something first.

Reynold paused, studying me for a few seconds. “I understand that I put you in a tough position by asking you to get married. Alexa seems nice enough, but how long have you known her?”

“I know her well enough to get married to her dad; that is what matters most, right?”

"Yes, Oliver, you are right. I just want to make sure you know what you are doing. That aside, Evelyn thought it would be nice to throw a party. A little something to welcome Alexa into the family, you know, invite her folks over.”

“She doesn't have a family dad, just her stepmother and stepsister.”

“That should be enough. With a few friends, we can get the partygoing.”

I sigh as I rub my hand over my face.

It would be pointless telling them that a party was not necessary. Evelyn would make sure it took place for sure.

"Alright, dad, as you wish, can I go be with my wife now? I'm sure she must be waiting for me.”

I excused myself from the study and made for my room. I could hear Alexa; her voice was raised. Like she was in an argument with Oliver.

I opened the door only to see her push Carlton away.

“What is going on here?”. I asked both of them.

They didn't know when I opened the door, so they froze.

Carlton straightened and came to me.

“I was just telling Alexa how lucky she is to have you as her husband.”

I gave him a straight look.

“Really?,

Well, I want to be with my wife for now, so excuse us." My voice was firm, and Carlton could tell how serious I was.

He left us without saying another word. I locked the door after him.

Alexa just stood watching. I could see that she was breathing hard.

“Are you alright?”. I asked her, and she nodded.

“You don't have to pretend to me; I know about you two.”

Alexa looked at me, surprise all over her face.

“Then why did you marry me if you knew I was engaged to your brother?”

I sat on the bed, crossing my legs.

“I have two reasons for approaching you last night. One was so I could become the CEO of my father's company. He insisted I get married, or the position would be given to someone else. The second reason is to spite Carlton.”

Alexa wasn't taking the news very well.

She marched over to me and slapped me hard across the face. I didn't see it coming as I rubbed my hands against my cheek.

“You certainly didn't slap Carlton like that when you caught him banging your sister.”

Her face was contorted in pain and fury.

“How dare you? You approached me just to spite your brother. How cruel could you be?”. She shouted.

The impact of her hand on my face stung.

I stood up, facing her. She didn't even flinch.

Her hand was raised for another swipe at my face. This time I held on to her tightly; I pulled her closer. Our lips inch apart, then I crushed my lips on her. She tasted like strawberries. Maybe she had some at the table.

Her lips tasted so good; there was no protest from her; she gave in to me, opening her mouth and giving me access to her tongue. I was lost in kissing her.

We fell on the bed, her soft body on mine. I could feel her soft breast pressing against my hard chest. I have never been so turned on in seconds before. She wielded some kind of lustful power over me.

My c**k strained against my pants, begging to be let loose. I caressed her body and squeezed her butt. There was nothing I could think of at that moment but getting her naked on my bed and f*****g her senseless.

I placed my hand between her thighs, and she moaned about the kiss, her moans making my c**k harder than before. I tried to slip my fingers into her pants, but she caught my hand.

“No”. She pulled away, breathing fast.

Disappointment was written all over my face. My c**k stood erect through the pants, I tried to press it down, but it refused.

It was hungry for her p***y.

Alexa backed away, her hair a mess, which made her look sexy as hell.

“I can't do this with you. We may have slept together last night, but I was drunk, and in no control of myself.”

There was a puzzled look on my face.

“Do you think I actually slept with you last night?”.

“How else do you explain how I ended up on the hotel bed naked?”.

“I admit that I took you to the hotel since you wanted to f**k, then I saw how drunk you were and couldn't bring myself to do anything. You vomited, so I washed your clothes. I had to leave because I had an important meeting.”.

Alexa's eyes widened, her long lashes blinking rapidly.

“So we didn't have s*x?”.

I took a few steps towards her; she moved until her back was against the wall. I raised her chin up so she could look into my eyes.

“Do you wish we had?”.

“No”. Her voice sounded like a squeak.

“I don't believe you, and I can prove that you want me to f**k you hard." I breathed down her neck.

She arched her back, her breast straining against the top she had on.

I opened her legs slowly with mine and ran my hands through her thighs. There was no resistance this time.

My fingers found her p***y; it was already wet. I slid it in; it was moist, her eyes closed, and the lashes batted at me.

I withdrew my fingers, and she opened her eyes.

I licked the finger that was just inside her and left the room.