The Billionaire's Addiction

Chapter 4: Burning Desire

JEREMY

Just as I ended the call with my doctor, I heard a rumble with a clash of voices coming from my study.

And as I expected, my sister Ashley would have made her move to ruin my plans again.

She wanted someone special for me, so whenever I brought in otherwise, she would start her torment to chase them away.

Pushing the door open, I wasn't surprised either. Bella's hair now looked unkempt and I could see the discomfort in her eyes.

But when I looked over to Ashley, she was sitting on the floor, crying– this was unusual. Ashley never lost a fight to anyone, why is this different now?

I gazed at her condescendingly, “Leave!” and she gave me a defeated look before walking out.

Turning towards Bella, her body trembled. She held onto her left arm as if hiding something but I ignored her heading towards my seat.

“How can you have such an unmannered person in your house?” She asked.

“Hmm, what did you do to her?” I asked absent-mindedly.

“That lady tried to kill me, and you're asking about what I did?” She snarled.

“But she didn't,” I said, going through my laptop once again. My eyes scan through my emails in search of a test result.

“Are you serious right now?” She asked, her voice laced with irritation.

“The contract stated I wouldn't lay my fingers on you, so how's that my problem?” My forehead creased.

Her mouth parted to talk but I cut her, “Let's stick to why you're here. Don't overplay your part.”

Facing the screen again, I went through the test results my doctor sent and my heart sank for the umpteenth time.

‘Not again!’ I growled inwardly.

This was the 10th year since I discovered my erectile dysfunction and I still couldn't find a cure or cause for it.

It was one thing that bothered me, but I couldn't bring it to my father or any relatives.

He felt I was going through some kind of trauma from the intense training he gave me as a child, but this was something else.

And his idea of bringing different therapists was also another waste of time. He had even given up on me until he discovered Isabella, claiming she was the best there was.

However, what I faced was far beyond her therapy sessions but who could I tell? Even the doctors I hired were paid heavily to keep their mouths shut. I never wanted my secret out.

Sigh!

Snapping out from my reverie, I noticed the eerie silence lurking in the room.

My gaze shifted to Bella, and her almond eyes locked on mine, brimming with an absurd amount of hatred.

She swallowed hard and turned to her left arm without saying a word, and I let out a sigh– if only she knew what I was going through.

Narrowing my eyes to her arm, I noticed a scratch mark; she must have gotten bruised from her encounter with Ashley.

“Let me see your arm,” I asked, but she looked away, ignoring me.

My eyebrows furrowed and I moved closer to her, “Don't make me ask you again.” my piercing gaze unwavering.

She folded her arms together, imitating my deep voice, “So how's that my problem?”

“Just leave me alone, I can handle it myself,” She added, rolling her eyes.

Grabbing the first aid kit, I placed it on the desk. I unlocked the pin, hoping she'd comply, but this lady stood up from her seat and walked towards the door.

“And where are you going?” I asked, standing with her, but she didn't stop.

She held the door handle and yelled, “Anywhere but with you!” Slamming the door hard.

“Pathetic!” I scoffed, tossing the box on the floor. Not like I care, it just felt right helping her.

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The wedding day arrived, and my heart raced with uncertainty. I never imagined going as far as getting married just for wealth and power.

But with my father's company and my inheritance at stake, I just have to act smart and loving for a few hours.

Not because I wanted to please the media, but because I wanted my dad to believe that Bella had a good impact on me.

Standing tall, my demeanour exuded confidence, my hair was intricately styled, and my black tailored suit accentuated my muscular build, forcing my broad chest out.

My father stood beside me, his eyes brimming with profound joy. This was the day he had long awaited, and as his only son, much was expected from me.

To spice it up, my choice of wife was also spectacular to him

He knew she'd make a great impact on our family financially through me. And with that, she had already won his heart.

Speaking of her, I couldn't hide the fact that she looked gorgeous in the beautiful white gown she wore.

Her elegance captivated me as she walked gracefully, a model straight from a magazine.

I felt a nudge from my father, Leonard as she came closer. Looking down at him, I could tell we thought the same thing and I smiled back at him.

Beside her was her father Antonio, his arms were locked on hers and from his expression, I could tell he was the happiest person there.

‘Well played,’ My lips curled as I looked at him.

Shortly, Bella and I stood still, her eyes locked on mine, while her lips forced a smile.

I leaned close to her, teasing her as I whispered, “Oh Bella, you look so happy getting married to me, how heartwarming?”

Her forehead creased, but her lips remained sealed, trying to hold back her venom. However, what she did next surprised me.

She signalled the priest to come closer and when he did, she whispered something into his ears.

My eyes narrowed as I watched him smile while nodding to what she said. He cleared his throat before announcing to the guest again.

“Our beautiful bride has requested on behalf of her husband that they kiss when they're alone. He's a very shy man.”

Everyone burst into a controlled laughter and the tension in my jaw was palpable watching her, but she batted her lashes slowly with a smirk.

I leaned in, my breath against her ear, " This isn't over, Bella. You'll pay for this embarrassment." Her smirk faltered, but only for an instant.

Minutes after that, the lights dimmed, and the music faded to a slower and romantic tune. Turning towards Bella, I slid my hands into hers gently.

“Just play along, it would all be over soon,” I said calmly, knowing we never wanted it.

Her grip tightened around mine in agreement, and I could feel how sweaty her palm was. I guess she felt nervous dancing with me.

On second thought, exacting my revenge now might be the most effective, but same time, It could ruin everything we worked for.

This wasn't a marriage to be tempered with.

My voice dropped to a resigned murmur, “Just follow my lead,” and she nodded softly.

Placing my hands on her narrow waist, her lips parted and she let out a soft exhale. I guided her hands to my shoulder, then locked the other hand with hers.

With each gentle step, she followed me nervously and I drew her closer, our bodies brushing against each other.

Initially, her movements were stiff and measured, but with each graceful sway, her resistance eased.

Indistinctive murmurs and admiration from the guests filled the air.

My dad's eyes brimmed with sincere joy while my mom's eyes flashed with hostility.

Feeling our breaths connect, Bella's eyes met with mine, and for an instant, I saw beyond her defensive gaze. A flicker of warmth, yearning for love and a sense of belonging.

Then I knew that this was my time for revenge. Kissing her would prove to everyone that I'm not the shy husband she claimed I was.

But little did I know that it would lead to an unforgiving awakening.

I leaned closer to kiss her, and to my surprise, she didn't try to pull away. Closing my eyes, my lips parted and entwined with hers.

I sank my lips deeper into her, fully engulfed in her charm, my tongue savouring her delicate taste.

Then suddenly, a surge of electricity washed through me, igniting a spark I never felt since college.

I felt a pulsating bulge down my pants, which kept increasing as my lips sucked onto hers.

But that moment was short-lived when she pressed her hands on my chest and pulled away from me.