Arranged to Adored: My cold billionaire husband

03: SHE'S THE ONE FOR YOU.

NICHOLAS

"You are marrying someone else, and you expect me to cool with it?" Monica stormed into her room while I followed behind her.

"Monica, calm do—"

"Don't you dare tell me to calm down, Nicholas King." she sobbed.

I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. "You think I wanted this in the first place?"

"What?" she wiped the angry tears that had been streaming down her face with the back of her hands ever since I broke the news to her.

"You think I wanted to marry and say vows to someone I don't know or love?"

"This is hard for me too," I explained and moved closer to her.

"Is there no other way, Nicholas?" she questioned, her eyes starting to get teary.

"I want to be with you, Nicholas," she whispered.

"I've thought about it, my love, it's the only way I can get the company to be mine,"

"You know how much I've prepared for this." Monica sniffed and nodded her head.

"The thoughts of another woman being with you is what I can't bear."

"I will be with her for just a year to convince my parents and make her divorce me. I've set up documents for our agreement and I will make sure she signs it," A slight smile appeared on her lips.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yes, my love... after a year, she will be out of our lives for good, and I can get to be with you for the rest of my life," I assured her, and she beamed at me.

"Promise me, you won't fall in love with her," Monica said, locking eyes with me.

I reached out to her and tugged her red hair behind her ear. "I promise, I won't fall in love with her," I said without a second thought.

"You will be the only woman I'll ever love, no one can change that," my eyes fell on her tempting lips and I found myself crashing my lips on hers.

She let out a throaty moan and pressed her body against mine.

Soon, our clothes were littered on the floor...

"Hmmm! Baby... Yes! Ohhhh--" Monica whimpered as I attacked her soft breast with my mouth.

My tongue flickered on her n****e, grazing my teeth slightly on those sensitive pink buds, and my attempt to make her shudder worked.

Her red long hair spilled and scattered on the bed as I began to grind her slowly in between her legs, my manhood twitching and pulsating in need.

"Aaah!" She moaned out again, her red-coated lips parted as she arched her slender back and wrapped her arms around my neck while her tender fingers raked through my black hair.

"Hmmm!" My voice was raspy, I scooped her up, making her sit on the bed.

She giggled and leaned her face to kiss me, but I moved back.

"... No kissing until I'm done with my moves on you," I uttered in a deep husky voice, staring into her auburn eyes holding pleasures and desires as she pouted and leaned closer, dropping a kiss on my neck then went ahead to sticking out her tongue as she licked my neck.

"Okay, baby," She muttered, flapping her eyelashes at me, and I chuckled, teasing her protruding bosom pressing against my chest.

Monica and I have been together for two years, I was quite the playboy before I met her and she coming into my life changed all that, it was funny how we started from a one-night stand and since then, we've kept in touch with each other.

I slipped my hands into her soaked panties and started rubbing her clits as she oozed out more juice from her.

She gasped and drew away from my neck, removing one of her hands from my neck and placing it on the soft bed, she arched her back, making her breast point forward in my face. I smirked and placed my mouth back on her pink buds while I continued rubbing her clits faster as she began to moan loudly.

Her sounds were like music in my ears, and it only turned me on the more.

You can say I am a man of pleasure and that's precisely what I do to women, pleasure them, satisfy their needs, and make them beg for more.

"Please!" She begged with her eyes almost closed.

I stared at her face, her eyes were shut while I slid my fingers in and out of her non-stop and she looked so hot with her face almost turning crimson red in craving and pure ecstasy... something I required right now.

"Nic-Nicholas, I'm almost there," She gasped loudly, holding my arms, and I smirked at her and crashed my lips on her.

The dim lights in the bar lightened the mood of those around, I scanned my eyes through the crowd until I locked eyes on Tommy, sitting at the corner of the bar table, sipping his drink.

I got close to him and patted his back, taking the seat next to him.

"Hey, man,"

A grin spread across his face as he raised his glass in greeting. "Well, here you are."

"What would you like, Sir?" the bartender approached as soon as he saw me.

"A glass of Martini," I said, and he nodded, taking his leave to get my drink.

"You hit the jackpot, Nicholas," Tommy stated.

"What do you mean?"

"Where were you by the way? Don't tell me you were coming from that red-haired place," he stared at me for a moment before sipping his drink.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, I was," the bartender brought my drink and I nodded at him.

"She's beautiful..."

"Who?" I grabbed my drink.

Who was he talking about, I've never seen him look so smitten with a lady before.

"Your soon-to-be bride," he muttered, swirling the amber liquid in his glass.

"Oh..." was all I could muster out and gulped my drink.

"How is she?" I inquired, and Tommy glanced at me before he took another sip of his drink.

"Perfect like the lilies in the garden,"

"She can't score with Monica," I frowned.

Tommy chuckled. "Trust me, man, she is much better than Monica."

"If she is, why don't you marry her instead," I was annoyed, how could he say some chic he just met was better than my love?

"I would if your family hadn't set her up with you." He smirked, and I sneered at him.

"You know... she was sad when you didn't show up for the dance lesson."

I scoffed. "... I don't care how she feels, it has nothing to do with me."

"Hold on to her man, I'm telling you what's best for you," Tommy advised while I gulped the entire content of my glass.

I hated her more than ever... she even got Tommy bewitched.

"She's the one for you—"

"Cut the crap, Tommy." I glared at him and he laughed.

"Don't say I didn't tell you." He muttered while I scoffed and asked the bartender for another round of drinks.