ICY SHOTS ON A HOT BILLIONAIRE – CHAPTER 22 – BOSS’S WIFE

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A/N. Hey guys! I’m writing this on the go, so expect it to not be edited. Typos, punctuation, grammar mistakes, etc. might be in place. Sorry about that… Hope you’re enjoying the story so far! Any comments on it would be awesome! Happy reading! Kisses!

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curvy girl hot billionaireEric’s POV:

After about ten rounds of kisses and a shower of slaps, punches and pulled hair attached with ‘sweet’ words like ‘Satan’, ‘Devil’, ‘Sexually Obsessed’, ‘Asshole’, ‘Motherfucker’ and ‘Bastard’ from my angel, we reach the venue for competitions.

“I fucking hate the hell out of you! You just can’t keep yourself away from me! You suffocate me! You Neanderthal!” she opens the door and gets down, slamming the door after putting me on the electric chair with that glare of hers.

“Baby? Wait.” I’ll have that sexy ass tonight. Provoking me again I see.

“Don’t baby me!” I’m beside her at this point taking the small of her back with my left hand but slapped on my shoulder and pushed away. “Limits Eric! Limits!” I’ll give a fuck on position and competition and I’ll take you right now in the room. Those lips…. The things you do to me baby….

“Eric? Hey man! Wow! Is this your wife? Man! You always have to have the finest!” His eyes check her out, but Selena spears him with her eyes. That’s Malcom RaveMare. The second head under me from the families. He looks similar to me, but he has green eyes and dark short hair. Also, a billionaire by family, same age as me.

“Yeah, well, she’s my angel.” Selena puffs and has her arms crossed and looks the other way. She can’t stand us. “Selena Rodricks.”

“Nice to meet you, Selena.” Says Malcom extending his hand. “I’m Malcom RaveMare.” He smirks. Watch it Malcom. You don’t want me to trash you right now.

“I’m not pleasured to meet someone who disrespects someone’s wife like that. I’m not an object or an accessory. I’m a person. And for you, I’m Mrs. Rodricks. We don’t have a history together to call me Selena.” Icy shots storm to Malcom from her eyes, leaving him hanging his hand in the air shocked by her reaction. He moves his eyes at me. I smirk. Yeah, I’ll have her tonight. She’s too sexy and devouring. Never gets intimidated or afraid. Baby, you’re mine…

“Ouch! I wasn’t disrespecting you. Just complimenting you and my sworn brother over here.” He looks at me with devilish lustful eyes for her and a smirk. I know, she did that to me too. Unfortunately for you, she’s mine. Now, back off before I snap your neck.

“Eric?” she looks at me. Lovingly? What? Don’t kill me. I’ll fuck you right now.

“Yes, baby.” We have our eyes locked and I can barely hold my craves for her.

“I want to go and change and rest for a bit. Where can I do that, baby?” she butterflies her long eyelashes at me. What are you doing to me Angel?

“Sure, baby. Let’s go. Malcom?” when I look at him, he’s on her with his eyes and turned on. I’ll kill you. That’s my woman fucker.

“Yeah.” He snaps out of his fantasies.

“We’ll talk later.” I take Selena by her waist and on into the hotel.

“See you later, guys.” He just stays there with his hands into his pockets, staring at her. I’ll smash you in the arena. You asked for it. Motherfucker.

When we reach the elevator and get in, we are alone. “That fucking bastard! I’ll fucking kill him if you won’t! Who the fuck he thinks he is?!” She’s with her arms crossed, looking at the elevator’s doors and fuming.

I release a sight. “Baby?”

“What do you fucking want?! She burns me with her eyes. Help me God not to block the elevator and have her right here! If there weren’t cameras inside, I think I would have done that.

“What did you do earlier?” I’m heating up. I devour her lips with my eyes.

“If you’ll tell me you’re upset because I snapped on that asshole, fuck you!” She pushes me aside and goes on the hallway as the elevator opened its doors. If only you would fuck me….

I go after her and grab her, turn her around and force a kiss on her. I can’t handle it anymore.

“GET! OFF! ME! NOW!” she punches me making me crazy laugh with tears in my eyes. Never had such a woman. This is a rarity all over. Breathtaking. Virgin. Feisty. Smart. Bossy. Domineering. Fenced. Angel. She Devil. I think I’m the luckiest man on earth.

“Don’t you fucking laugh on me if you don’t want me to snap your neck right now! Satan! Tell me where the fucking room is, give me the room’s card and get the fuck away from me! Go and do your duties! Jesus Christ! Why the fuck I must live all this shit?! Why?! Motherfucker! I’m fucking cursed!” she’s a little red devil in front of me now. Sexy little devil.

“Chill baby. I said not to reject my kisses if you want me to hold on some limits.” And I land my eyes between her legs to make a point, with a smirk. She starts hitting me with her purse because of this.

“You son of a bitch! I’ll kill you! Right now!” when I grab her purse and her, I can sense all the muscles she has. First time. No wonder she was a hockey player and did all those sports. She’s having them even now. She’s all tensed and stormy on me.

“Alright baby. I’ll be good. I don’t want you to feel sick again. I love you.” I embrace her though she’s rejecting me. I kiss her head on her left side.

“Eric? Will you sleep tonight, or you have duties?” she’s in my arms and having her on my left shoulder.

“Of course I’ll sleep. Why?” Curiosity builds up in me.

“Good. I’ll cut your dick and your balls. I’ll take pleasure in that. Get off me!” she pushes me, and I have her back. I start laughing again. She’s so crazy. She’s smashing my body, heart and soul in ways she doesn’t want.

“Here is our room baby. Come here.” She’s two rooms away on the hallway. She turns around, fluttering her hair, making me go crazy, and comes with icy eyes back.

“Good! I need to take my lunch insulin shot.” She enters without giving me another look.

“What do you want to eat? We can call room service.” My heart and manhood are out of breath at her sight.

“I don’t need anything. I’ll have something from my purse. I want to call Marta. That kid is driving me crazy. Irresponsible.” She sits on the chair in front of the table. It’s the Presidential suite. It’s my hotel. The room is like a penthouse. She takes out her insulin pen and reveals that baby skinned belly to take the shot. Then she gets from her purse a wrapped sandwich she bought before we drove here.

“Is that all you’re going to eat?” It’s a small sandwich and she hasn’t eaten much since yesterday.

“I wouldn’t eat this too if it weren’t for this damn insulin shot. I feel like throwing up from all the stress you put me through and now your friend. That jerk!” she finishes the sandwich. She gets her cigarettes from her purse and her phone. She lights one and gets the ashtray from the table. “God! The only thing that can still calm my nerves a bit.” Don’t do that baby. That’s a turn on! She closed her eyes and breathed when she said that. “Where can I get a cold Pepsi Max?” I’m in my fantasies and blocked there, with my sight on her.

“Eric!” she snaps her fingers at me. “Wake up!”

“What?” I heard what she said but it immediately went away about her Pepsi.

“For God’s sakes Eric! Do you have an ounce of academic background? Are you only an animal?! What the fuck do you see at me that exciting?! I’m no fucking Miss Universe! I can’t stand you!” she stands up and sees the minifridge with cold drinks. There are sugar free drinks too. She takes her Pepsi and comes back to the table drinking from it.

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ICY SHOTS ON A HOT BILLIONAIRE by Andra-Cristiana Stan, Romania. Copyright © 2019. All Rights Reserved

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CHAPTER 1  – COFFEE IS A BITCH…

CHAPTER 2 – AN INSTANT WISH COMES TRUE…

CHAPTER 3 – FAMILY CRISIS

CHAPTER 4 – WHO’S THAT WOMAN?

CHAPTER 5 – NEED FOR MONEY, A RACE

CHAPTER 6 – RIVALRY

CHAPTER 7 – SHE’S MY WOMAN

CHAPTER 8 – BLURRED

CHAPTER 9 – BREAKDOWN

CHAPTER 10 – HEARTBROKEN

CHAPTER 11 – RAGING

CHAPTER 12 – FORCED AND PAINED

CHAPTER 13 – NO RACE, RACE ON!

CHAPTER 14 – MIND READER

CHAPTER 15 – SHIVERS

CHAPTER 16 – SATAN

CHAPTER 17 – VIRGIN MARY AND SHOCK

CHAPTER 18 – HULK

CHAPTER 19 – ANIMAL INSTINCTS VS LOVE

CHAPTER 20 – DIABETES, MY ENEMY

CHAPTER 21 – SHE’S THE BOSS

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