Billionaire Toxic Love

CHAPTER 20

Claire couldn't sleep any more because of the call she got from Joshua. Sleep refused to embrace her as anytime she closed her eyelids, her memories wandered over to the call she had just with Joshua.

Whether she overreacted to what he said, that maybe she completely misunderstood him… or worse still, that she was right, and Joshua didn't actually love her but only lust for her flesh.

She couldn't imagine the agony her mind and heart would face if the latter was true. Would she still be able to live in one piece? That question was beyond her capability to answer, so she had to get up from bed to further prevent any idle thoughts from crossing her mind, since sleep had refused her.

Claire fastened tightly the night robe that hung loosely over her body, and walked out of the room. “I can't deal with this current solitude, let me go find Richard, let's resolve the issue on our marriage contract” Claire said as she walked towards the living room in the big mansion.

Richard's high-pitched, angered voice talking to some imaginary person over the phone stopped Claire in her steps as she stopped to overhear what the conversation was all about. Curiosity got the best of her, only that the information she obtained was half-assed.

The only thing she could decide was that probably the person on the phone call was Richard's mother. He kept calling her mom. She also figured they probably weren't currently on good terms from the tonality of his voice.

The reason was oblivious to her, so she stepped out from the shadows where she hid, approaching Richard in an attempt to find out all about the call and most importantly his parents in general. Claire didn't know a single thing about Richard's parents.

Well that's if she knew anything about him other that his name and personality. Sometimes Claire would sit back and think about her relationship with Richard. It always baffled her as her relationship appeared and unfolded like a romance movie.

“I guess I finally know where you inherited all your anger and stone-minded heart from” Claire said aloud as she walked towards Richard, who looked surprised, as he saw the person he expected to be in the room fast asleep due to her migraines.

“What are you doing here Claire? “How dare you interrupt my phone call with your voice and presence”, Richard said coldly.

“Am I stupid enough already to see that you're currently not on any phone call? So I didn't interrupt you, Mr. Richard'' Claire jestered, as she took a seat on the sofa opposite where Richard sat. They were now directly facing each other.

“You still didn't answer my question. I asked…what are you doing here?” Richard's tone increased as he said that.

“So I can't keep my fiancé company again,” Claire replied mockingly.

Richard didn't say a word about that, but just stared at her, his face emotionless. Claire didn't have a choice, as she felt pressured to break the silence that lingered in the room.

“So I see you aren't on good terms with your mother…or should I say the person you just finished a call with?”

“Yes, both my mom and dad,” Richard surprisingly answered.

Richard's immediate response to her question shocked Claire. “Why do I feel like there's more to this you aren't telling me” Claire chipped in, as traces of doubt started creeping in. She probably imagined Richard would be lying to her for him to answer immediately and plainly.

“Why do you think so? Do you think I can't be open with my wife? Do you…”

“We aren't married yet, Richard”, Claire interrupted him at once, due to Richard's statement of her as his wife already.

“That's true, I believe we should first discuss how we'll go about our to-be-contract marriage, than meaningless talks about my parents.”

“Your parents aren't meaningless, Richard!”

“Oh yes they are. If they weren't, how would a father abandon his only son for decades now, all because of minimal quarrels and arguments?!?”

“If they are truly meaningless, then why does it still trouble you, the pain they caused you? It shows you aren't telling yourself the truth” Claire then paused, sat up and continued, “And I truly don't know you for a person who lies to himself… I a hundred percent believe you know the right thing to do, so go on and do that sir,”

Richard stared at Claire for an unusual expected amount of time, only that this time, the stare was different. It wasn't the usual scary stare, this was a dreamy, in-awe, inviting gaze. “Sometimes I wonder why I chose you to be my wife. I guess it's time like this that makes me question that reasoning.”

“Hmm, I guess I deserve a reward then” Claire said as she moistened her lips with the graze of her tongue and winked her eyes at the floor.

There was no way Richard was ignoring that invite. He was going to devour her, there and then! At that instance.

Richard found his way out of the sofa where he sat, towards where Claire sat innocently.

“Off your clothes Claire”, Richard ordered. He was standing in front of Claire, who, sitting down, saw the hungry gaze upon her.

Claire normally should have hesitated about that impolite order to take off her clothes, but her flesh acted on its own, and she found herself stripping off everything, going naked.

Richard then jerked her close, her upturned n*****s dangerously close to his mouth. “Relax” he breathed, his warm breaths hitting the tight peaks, turning them into pebbles.

Claire bit her lips, already feeling hot. This was her second time feeling this elevated ecstasy in less than 12 hours.

Richard bent his head slowly, and Claire wondered what it was about that action that turned her into a wanton mess. She likes seeing him bend his head towards her, taking her n*****s into his mouth.

He sucked gently, jerking her upright as she writhed against him. His other hand found her left breast and kneaded it softly, his fingers brushing the n*****s occasionally.

Claire ran her fingers through the low curls of hair on his head. It felt soft and silky against her finger, intensifying the feeling of his wet mouth on her body.

His hands left her breast, palming her body, her stomach, and down to her wet spot.

He tapped her thigh gently and she spread her legs. One finger touched her c**t and she moaned, throwing her head back in ecstasy.

The finger slipped into her, moving in and out as her pleasure mounted. Suddenly, he let her go, and her eyes opened to see him towering above her, slipping his sweatpants down his waist.

Her heart began to slam in its ribcage, when he sprung free, his erection threatening to jump at her. Unknown fear gripped her when he held it firmly in his closed fist. This was the first time she actually took a proper look at his member.

Suddenly, Richard's cell phone, which was abandoned on the sofa where Richard had sat, began to ring loudly. The urgency of the call lingered, because they had ignored its first two rings.

This third time was already disturbing.