Betrothed To The Heartless Billionaire

Chapter 3: Pros and Cons

Ruby's POV

One minute, we’re talking, and the next, I can’t get enough of him. I ran my hand through his hair and sighed into his kiss.

Archer kisses like a god. He tastes like sunshine and sin. His body pressed against mine is sculpted, and I can’t feel an ounce of fat. Kissing him is a revelation; it feels as good as I remember. It isn’t the drink; it’s us.

He moves me until my back is against the dining table. Neither of us wants to stop the kiss. I hop on the table, kicking off my heels, and he walks in between them, pressing his center to mine.

“Archer,” I moaned loudly as I ran my hand down his back. I arch my back and rub against his erection, then wrap my legs around his back.

He kisses my jawline down to my collarbone, then my neck, where he suckles on the spot where my pulse runs.

He grinds his erection into me, and I gasp. He’s so hard and hot. I dragged his lips back to mine and continued our kiss.

His hand goes to my thighs and moves up steadily. Just as he presses on the spot where I’m arching and wet, we hear footsteps approaching. I quickly pushed him backward and went down the table when my Papa walked in.

Papa raised his eyebrows in surprise at how close we were standing, probably looking like we had just had s*x.

“Hope I’m not disturbing?” He asks with the look of mischief in his eyes, letting me know that he has an idea of what kind of discussion we were having, and he isn’t fooled.

Archer clears his throat. “Not at all, Aolo,” he replies, while I stand there with lips probably kissed swollen and without my heels. I can feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. Caught in the act by my father. Jesus Christ.

“Well, Goodnight Archer. Ruby will see you out,” He turns to walk away and closes the dining door behind him, wanting to give us some privacy. I’m sure my Papa would not mind if I got pregnant at this stage. I sigh.

“That was close,” Archer chuckles.

“Yeah. And embarrassing,” I complained and dropped my face into my hands.

Archer laughs, and I raise my head to look at him. He looks so good, no wonder I lost my mind for a minute and made out with him where anyone could see us.

“It’s okay, Ruby. We’re getting married,” Archer takes my hands in his as he tries to assure me. “Or are you embarrassed of me?” He asks.

I looked at him with narrowed eyes. Archer cannot be feeling insecure, can he?

“No, I’m not embarrassed of you. It was the situation, that’s all.”

“Good,” He nods. “Good.”

I inhale and move closer to him, like metal to a magnet. His pull is so strong. “I really want to get to know you first before we wed, Archer. It’s important to me."

“Of course, Ruby.”

I can’t control this need any longer. I raise my head to his neck and pull him to me as I go on my tiptoes and kiss him.

We kiss for so long that I lose track of time. When we finally break apart, we breathe so hard, like we have just finished a marathon. Our foreheads press together, and our eyes lock on each other’s. We burst out laughing. When we come down from high, Archer sighs and kisses my forehead. He hugs me and places his chin on my head.

“See me out?” He asks quietly.

“Okay,” I whisper.

He takes hold of my hand as we walk to the lawn where his car is parked. He stops and looks at me.

“I’m really glad it’s you,” he says without explanation, because I know he means he’s glad it’s me he’s getting married to. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you since that night. Finding out you’re my bride-to-be makes it worth it.”

I looked into his sincere eyes, “I’m glad it was you. I was surprised at first, but I’m glad,” I assured him.

He gathers me close with his hands on my waist and kisses me.

“Goodnight, Ruby.”

“Goodnight, Archer.”

I stepped out of his hands and watched him get into his car and zoom off. As I turned to walk inside, I saw Papa watching us from the window of his study. I shook my head and giggled. Papa must be so happy with himself to see that Archer and I get along so well.

That night, as I lay in bed, I couldn’t help but think about Archer. Should I refuse to marry Archer now that I know who he is because of my father? Should I just be grateful that it’s Archer I’m getting married to and accept my fate? How did I forget about Diavolo so soon? Was Papa right? Or am I just fickle in nature?

“Ah!” I picked up a pillow and screamed at it. All these thoughts running through my head are causing a headache.

My phone vibrates to announce a text message. I grab it.