Married To A Powerful Domineering Billionaire

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ERIC’s POV

“Why?” She asked just when I thought she had understood.

“Because I intend to give my wife sexual satisfaction and also impregnate her someday, I should protect myself for her and our future children, shouldn’t I?

RAYNE’S POV

I was rendered totally speechless by his response. I had never thought about that aspect of this whole thing. Was our marriage even serious? What was even his reason for marrying me? Someone he barely even knew. I still found it difficult to understand the whole concept of our relationship.

I looked away from him, and a fried chicken truck caught my attention. I turned to Eric at once.

“Let’s buy some chicken, please,” I said and pulled him along with me.

ERIC’s POV

I stared blankly at her. I had brought her here mainly to fulfill her wishes and help build our relationship, but all she kept doing was eating, making me wonder if that was all we had come here for. Nevertheless, I let her pull me along, I liked the way she did after all.

“Good evening,” she greeted, her face beaming with a smile. “Can we have a pack of chicken and a pack of fries? She said so enthusiastically that I could only wonder how much she loved to eat. I paid after she was done and again, she pulled me yet to another stand and I paid when we were done. When she was done buying, she searched for a space where we could watch the activities from.

I watched with folded arms as she unwrapped the packs of food with a wide smile plastered on her face. It amazed me how food and playing were the only things that made her happy. She ate this much, yet, she was still this small.

“Here,” she offered me a piece of chicken. “This one doesn’t contain lots of sugar.”

I chuckled and then collected the chicken from her. I still watched her eat. She looked so beautiful and happy while nibbling on the piece of meat.

“Mmmn, this is nice,” she mumbled in-between mouth full with eyes slightly closed, and my body reacted. That sound from her wasn’t supposed to turn me on, but it was doing just that.  Probably because watching her eat made me imagine lots of fucked up things. Fuck Eric! I cursed inwardly. For how long was I going to wait before I could have her again?

“Eat up, it isn’t good to waste.” She said beaming at me. I smiled watching her, she was interesting to watch, all of her innocent expressions, and her funny reactions. It was great to see her smiling this brightly, and that too at me. She hadn’t been this way with me in Los Angeles. She had been shy and aloof and always crying. But I could barely count how many times she has casually held my hand, and it sent shivers down my spine each time her little hand held mine.

“Growing up, chickens were my favorite. Mom and Dad always found a way to feed me with lots of it on special occasions. Those were the only times they could afford it.” She said, her smile turning faint. “On the day they died, we had just stepped out of a chicken soup shop, it was their anniversary. We were about to take a taxi home when a car pulled over in front, and two shots were fired at them through the car’s window.” She pouted and then looked away into the distance. By the time she returned her eyes in their previous direction, she had a smile on.

“It’s their death anniversary today, so I’m having our favorites as a remembrance of them,” She said, taking a bite.

I glanced at the piece of fried crisp chicken in my hand for a minute, then I slowly took a bite. It tasted good and dry.

I glanced back at her. With lips tightly pressed together, and the continuous sniffling, I could sense she was about to cry, although she tried so well to suppress it.

“Come here.” I beckoned to her. She glanced up at me, her big hazel eyes showing uncertainty as she held my gaze for a while as if contemplating options, then she carefully pulled herself up and came to me.

Patting on the seat next to me, I asked her to sit and she immediately did. I wrapped an arm around her and felt her shiver. Being this close to her was a temptation to my body, so hard to resist. She warmed me, making my mind wander to lots of stupidly sexy things at that moment. But fuck, this was no time for any of the thoughts about fucking her in every part of the glass house and Los Angeles too.

“Do you miss your parents?”

“Mm-hm,” nodding, she muttered. “I miss them so much.

“When you miss someone, the best thing to do is call them, bit, in a case where they are never to be reached again, you can talk about the memories you have of them until you get tired. The good times you had together with them when they still were here. And, never try holding back in the tears because, at the end of the day, they’re what give you relief and facilitate your healing process in the long run.” I told her. “Now, do you want to talk about it?”

The fact that I just asked that, came as a bit of a shock to me. I couldn’t believe that I had just said words of encouragement to someone. And while it surprised me, it also relieved me to hear her let out that sigh before nodding and giving me an ‘okay.’ Well, I signed up for this when I decided to get married. I had chosen to go ahead despite the warnings that the little innocent blonde woman was dangerous although not to society, but to me. She was going to turn me all out, I had known that deep within me, yet still chose her. And I wasn’t regretting it.