Exclusive Love Of My Billionaire Husband

I was in a neon-lit bar, totally inebriated. I lay in a man's arms, wrapped my arms around his neck, and asked him with a smile, "How about coming home with me tonight?"

I felt the man's body freeze for a moment. It was as if he never thought I would be so bold.

But he soon came back to his senses and flicked cigarette ash into the ashtray. A smile slowly crept on his face, and the look in his eyes became ambiguous.

"Of all the many men in the bar, why did you choose me?"

When the man spoke, his voice was low and lustful. His eyes seemed to pierce through my flesh and peep into my heart.

His gaze gave me an inexplicable feeling, and I suddenly wanted to run away.

But at the thought of that shameless couple, a tide of rage surged in me. I endured the embarrassment I felt and pretended to be a master of flirting. I should be grateful for the help of the alcohol because it gave me the courage to slide my fingers down his open neckline.

"Because you are the hottest among all the men here."

I wasn't lying about it.

It was true that there were so many men in the bar. But from the moment I decided to find a man to spend the night with to take revenge on my ex-boyfriend, I immediately got interested in this man at a glance. So I chose him.

My brain had been eroded by alcohol, and I couldn't think clearly. But in my mind, I could still vaguely distinguish that he was very handsome.

He wore a gray suit, which was totally incompatible with the bar environment. However, the corners of his mouth curled up. He looked like a nobleman who entered a strange world by accident but enjoyed his adventure.

His noble and dissipated posture made him look damn sexy.

I couldn't help swallowing hard and licking the corners of my mouth. I felt my throat dry all of a sudden.

I couldn't help thinking that such a man must be sexier when he was having sex with a woman in bed.

The man raised his eyebrows leisurely, but he seemed to remember something. His face darkened, then he took my hand off his chest and said coldly, "I'm not interested in a woman who comes to me for sex."

I froze for a while. When I realized he must be afraid I had some disease, anger surged in my heart.

But now that he had rejected me, I didn't want to force him. I just said with some regret, "Then I have to find another one."

Anyway, no matter who it was, I would give him my first time tonight.

I pursed my lips, stood up, and was about to leave. But I still didn't want to be misunderstood like this.

After hesitating for a while, I turned around, stared at him, and said through clenched teeth, "Believe it or not, this is my first time."

After saying this, I staggered and turned around to leave. But he suddenly pulled me back and held me in his arms again.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down and he looked at me dangerously. I felt like I was his prey.

He asked in a deep voice, "Who else do you want besides me?"

We were so close to each other that I could feel his hot breath spray on my face, making me numb all over.

"You don't want a woman who comes to you for sex, right?"

As I asked this, I twisted my body, trying to break free from his arms. I didn't notice that my voice was filled with grievance and coquetry.

He smiled and held me tightly in his arms.

He said hoarsely, "I was talking nonsense just now. But if you keep moving like this, I can't guarantee what will happen next."

I was stunned for a moment before I realized that my posture was really embarrassing now.

I wore a spaghetti strap tonight. And because of struggling just now, the strap hung loosely on my shoulder, revealing most of my plump breasts. As I breathed, they trembled up and down.

The moment this man stood up, my naked upper body would instantly be exposed to the public.

No wonder when he looked at me, his eyes were more lustful than before.

"Not here," I said in a panic and held his neck tightly. "Your place or mine?"

I knew no man could refuse such an invitation, not to mention that his attitude had softened.

Sure enough, the next second, he picked me up and walked towards the door.

He moved so fast that I didn't have time to fix my clothes. My breasts were still exposed, so I had to stick tightly to the man's chest, allowing his suit fabric to rub against my naked breasts.

Along the way, I was tortured by him badly. I felt so sore all over my body that I didn't know when he carried me into his place. When I came back to my senses, he pressed me firmly against the bed.

"Take your clothes off," he whispered in my ear, licking my earlobe.

My face felt hot. I knew I was blushing all over. When I opened my mouth to say something, he suddenly kissed my lips.

"Be good. Take off your underwear. I want to see it."

He kept giving me instructions in a hoarse voice. For some unknown reason, I couldn't resist him. And the effect of alcohol made me lose my sense of shame and resistance.

I took my clothes off as he said. Then I spread my legs, letting him look at me with scrutiny and lust in his eyes.

"Stop looking now."

His piercing gaze made me tremble all over. I felt so scared that I couldn't help but cry. I twisted my body to hide.

But he pressed me on the bed again. His one hand firmly held my two arms above my head, and his other hand slowly touched my private parts, exploring them.

"No... No... No... It's too deep..."

I couldn't help trembling, and the tingling sensation from my lower body almost drove me crazy.

At this time, he was no longer as abstinent as he was in the bar just now. His eyes were full of madness dominated by desire, and he even said a lot of dirty words that didn't match his temperament.

"Baby, you're so hot."

"Are you satisfied? Am I good?"

The corners of my mouth rose. I leaned over and bit his Adam's apple. When I heard him groan, I licked it gently. I stuck out my tongue and teased him, trying to cover up my panic and nervousness.

No words came out of his mouth. But the increasingly intense movements of his body spoke for him.

"Hold me tighter."

As soon as he said this, I felt my legs being parted, followed by a sharp pain.

I bent over in pain, and my tears overflowed again.

I was forced to bear his collision. But after the pain, I finally felt the pleasure.

I couldn't help holding his strong and broad shoulders tightly. I felt like I was sinking into the sea of lust with him.

The man seemed tireless. When the sun rose and the soft sunlight seeped through the milky white curtains, he finally stopped moving. I couldn't hold on any longer and fell into a deep slumber.

When I woke up, I felt sore all over, and my head hurt like it was about to explode.

I opened my eyes in a daze and heard the sound of the water from the bathroom. My mind went blank for a moment. Then everything that happened last night flashed through my mind like a movie.

But strangely, I couldn't remember what the man looked like, no matter how hard I racked my brain. Was I too drunk to remember his face?

I reached out and rubbed my head, looking in the direction of the bathroom.

He was the man who turned me into a real woman. So I was curious about what kind of a man he was.

At this moment, the sound of the water in the bathroom stopped.

I held my breath and waited nervously for the man to come out. But suddenly, the phone next to my pillow rang.

When I looked at the screen, I saw my boss's name flashing.

"Eunice, do you know what day it is today? If you don't arrive before the meeting, you are fired!"

I was startled by this call. It was only then that I realized today was a big day for our company. We would negotiate the cooperation with Lloyds Company. If I didn't show up in time, my boss, who always disliked me, would fire me.

At the thought of this, I no longer cared about the man in the bathroom. I quickly put on my clothes and walked towards the door. But when I passed by the bathroom, I faintly heard a low and pleasant voice. "Put off the meeting for half an hour."

I subconsciously stopped. Should I at least say goodbye to him? But I was running out of time, so I opened the door and hurriedly left.

As soon as I got home, I hurriedly changed into a business suit and rushed to Lloyds Company.

When I arrived at the conference room of Lloyds Company, it was already full of people. They sat in their respective seats, talking in low voices.

When my boss saw me, she glared at me, pulled me to the side, and reprimanded me with an unfriendly look, "Eunice, you're fired."

I was stunned for a moment. And when I came back to my senses, I sneered angrily.

I knew my boss disliked me for my appearance. She felt I always steal the limelight from her.

And being late for such an important occasion was indeed my fault. But I didn't expect she would fire me.

I lowered my head, quickly thinking of a solution. At this moment, the door of the conference room was pushed open again.

Everyone turned their head and looked at the door. A man with a poker face came in, holding a pile of documents in his hands. He was in a smart black suit, making him look tall and straight. But his face was expressionless like a robot.

I had seen his profile, so I knew he was the assistant to Xavier Lloyds, the CEO of Lloyds Company.

He introduced himself, which proved that I recognized him correctly.

Paul said that Xavier had made some temporary arrangements, and the meeting had to be put off for half an hour. He asked everyone to wait.

After saying this, he turned around and left, leaving the room filled with discussion.

"I've heard that the CEO of Lloyds Company is known for being rigid. He was never late. Since he decided to postpone the meeting, he must have been caught up in something important this time and couldn't get away from it," said a pot-bellied man confidently.

But soon, someone put forward a different opinion. "Could it be that Mr. Lloyds is doing this on purpose to make us anxious and panic? Then he can take the opportunity to lower the price."

"I think you're right," said a tall and thin young man with triangular eyes, joining the conversation. "I heard that Mr. Lloyds has always been cunning. He once bought a company at half of the market price. He is known for his conservative and stern personality. He once fired an employee just because that person didn't wear a uniform."

Their discussions piqued my interest in Xavier. I couldn't help thinking that such a person must be a successful entrepreneur with high standards.

My boss frowned, like a cat on hot bricks.

The corners of my mouth secretly rose. I knew how important this project was to her.

Everyone was guessing and waiting anxiously for thirty minutes. Then the door was opened. Xavier strode towards the seat in the middle of the conference room.

The crowd fell silent, staring at him.

I could see his angular face and handsome features from where I sat. Such a handsome face was rare to see.

When he walked past me, he paused slightly and raised his eyebrows. It was as if he was surprised to see me.

His reaction confused me. But the moment he paused, it gave me a chance to see the love bite on his Adam's apple.

I imagined he must have had a wonderful night.

It seemed that other people's opinion of this man was not accurate. For me, he didn't look like a rigid and strict CEO at all. Instead, he was a dissolute playboy.

No one noticed this part. Xavier walked to his seat, sat down, and spoke like a superior.

"I only have two hours for this meeting. I hope I find a plan that satisfies me from all the proposals. The bidding officially starts now."

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere in the conference room suddenly became tense.

Then everyone came to the front one after another to present their design plan. Soon, it was our company's turn.

I was about to stand up to present my plan when my boss suddenly stopped me and took the files from my arms.

"You were fired, so I will present the plan on behalf of our company this time."

I could only grit my teeth and helplessly watch her take away the plan I had made after staying up for several nights.

But she was the boss, so there was nothing I could do to stop her. She could do whatever she wanted.

I took a deep breath and clenched my fists, forcing myself to calm down. I frowned and watched my boss display my design, explaining it in a voice full of affection.

I didn't know if I was only imagining things, but I always felt Xavier's gaze. And every time I turned to look at him, he would look at the person presenting as if nothing had happened. His face was expressionless, so I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

My boss must have noticed something strange too. After the meeting, she walked to me and asked, "Eunice, do you know Mr. Lloyds?"

She smiled at me warmly as if she did not take away my design plan and fire me just now.

"If you know Mr. Lloyds, can you tell him to hand over this project to our company? If he has other requirements, we can discuss them further. We'll cater to whatever he wants."

She reached out to hold my hand, but I took two steps back to dodge.

"I don't know Mr. Lloyds. Besides, you've already fired me, right?"

My boss withdrew her hand sulkily. Perhaps she thought someone like me couldn't really have anything to do with a big shot like Xavier, so she didn't continue to pester me. Instead, she returned to her usual arrogance and said disdainfully, "Pack up your things tomorrow."

At this moment, a deep male voice sounded behind us.

"Hello, miss."

My boss and I turned around at the same time. Then we saw the tall and handsome Xavier looking at me. "If you have time, please come to my office."

After saying this, he turned around and left without even giving me a chance to say anything.

I froze where I stood.

My boss looked at me suspiciously. "You said you didn't know him, right?"

"That's right. It's my first time seeing him." I was actually confused, too.

I didn't explain it to my boss any more. I just followed Xavier into the CEO's office.

As soon as I entered his office, I walked to his desk and asked, "Mr. Lloyds, what can I do for you?"

Xavier crossed his legs and tapped his slender fingers on the desk casually. He looked at me with a smile and said, "Miss, how about marrying me?"

I was so shocked that my voice raised when I asked, "What did you say?"

I looked at Xavier in disbelief, thinking he must have gone crazy. How could he propose marriage to a stranger like me so casually?

He met my eyes and repeated, "I said I want to marry you." He sounded serious, making me more flustered.

"But this is our first time to meet. We don't even know each other." I stared blankly at him, trying to find a way to make him give up this absurd idea.

But after what I said, he suddenly stopped tapping the table. He sat upright and looked at me with sharp eyes.

"Are you sure we haven't seen each other before?" he asked.

I nodded in confusion, quickly scanning my memory. But no matter how much I racked my brain, I couldn't remember a time I got acquainted with a big shot like Xavier since I was born.

He pursed his lips, and his expression changed. He looked a little unhappy.

And I seemed to hear him mutter, "What a forgetful woman."

But there was a distance between us, so I didn't hear it clearly. I could only ask again, "I'm sorry. Mr. Lloyds, what did you say?"

"It's nothing." He shook his head, and he returned to his usual superior temperament. "Marry me for three years. After that, I will let you go. And you can get ten billion dollars in return. Isn't it a good deal?"

I frowned slightly, lost in thought. After hesitating for a while, I asked, "May I know why you chose me?"

When he heard my question, he grinned as if he remembered something wonderful.

"The reason is simple. The first time I saw you, I felt we would fit in."

When he stressed the last few words, they sounded a little ambiguous to me for some unknown reason.

At this moment, fragments of the scene from last night flashed in my mind. I felt it was inappropriate to think of them, so I shook my head to get rid of them. I didn't understand why they suddenly appeared in my mind.

I must admit that the man in front of me looked handsome and noble. He was as unapproachable as a deity.

But he inexplicably reminded me of a devil sometimes.

I glanced at the love bite on his Adam's apple. He spent the night with a woman, but he proposed to a stranger the next day. Although I didn't know much about him, his actions gave me the impression that he was a playboy. I didn't want to waste my time on such a scumbag.

"Sorry, I don't take marriage as a business. Besides..." My voice turned cold. "I have a boyfriend, and I live with him. Please don't make such a joke on me again."

"Really? You have a boyfriend?" Xavier's voice was low and mellow. He smiled playfully and added, "Were you with your boyfriend last night?"

I was stunned. Why would he ask me such a question? I didn't have time to make up another story, so I could only nod.

I stammered, "Last night... Yes... I was with my boyfriend."

"Okay, if you say so." Xavier smiled meaningfully, making me feel like he didn't believe me at all. "Your boyfriend is very lucky."

I couldn't understand what he was trying to say. And suddenly, I felt the strange atmosphere around us, and I was so uncomfortable.

I no longer wanted to be with him alone, so I tried to think of an excuse to leave. While I was lost in thought, the phone in my bag suddenly rang.

I quickly took it out. But when I saw Calix's name flashing on the screen, the anger I had already forgotten instantly swept over my chest again.

This damn bastard! After what he did to me, he still had the nerve to call me?

I was so angry that I wanted to scold him, so I answered my phone.

But when I raised my head, I saw Xavier sitting opposite me, propping his head up and looking at me with a smile. I instantly swallowed those dirty words.

Then I cleared my throat and answered sweetly, "Hi, babe!"

Calix was silent on the other end of the line. Obviously, he didn't expect my reaction. Then he said happily, "Eunice, you finally answered your phone. I've been looking for you the whole night. I called you many times, but you were not answering your phone. Let's have dinner together tonight, okay?"

I was very disgusted when I heard his affectionate tone. But Xavier was watching me, so I had to endure it and continue acting.

"Sure." I forced a smile, pretending to be happy. "I'll see you tonight."

After saying this, I quickly hung up the phone. My stomach churned, and I felt like I wanted to vomit. Calix was very disgusting.

I deliberately put on a happy face, looked at Xavier, and said, "Mr. Lloyds, you heard it, right? My boyfriend and I love each other very much. Let's forget about your proposal. If there's nothing else, I'll leave now."

His expression turned gloomy when he heard this. But I just ignored it and walked towards the door without looking back.

But after taking a few steps, Xavier said meaningfully, "It's okay if you don't agree now. We will see each other again."

I paused, but I didn't turn back. Then I continued walking at a quickened pace. I only felt relieved when I finally got out of the building.

If it weren't for the sweat on my forehead out of nervousness, I would have doubted whether I had just had an absurd dream.

Although Xavier was a famous rich man, and many women wanted to marry him, I always believed that all gifts from fate had already been secretly priced. There was no such thing as a free lunch.

Since I rejected him, I thought he wouldn't come to me again. I took a deep breath and decided to go back to the apartment Calix and I shared to get my belongings.

After catching Calix and that bitch in bed yesterday, I didn't want to stay in that apartment even for a minute longer.

I hailed a taxi and went home. As soon I entered our apartment, I went straight to the bedroom, pulled out the bed sheet, and threw it into the trash can.

Yesterday at noon, I went home to give Calix a birthday surprise. But I was the one who got surprised. I didn't expect to see him having sex with my stepsister on the new bed sheet I bought.

The scene made me sick to the core. Every time I remembered it, I wanted to throw up.

And staying in this apartment would only keep reminding me of such a horrible memory. So I took out my suitcase and put all my clothes and personal belongings in it.

After tidying up, I pulled out my suitcase to leave. But the moment I put my hand on the doorknob, the door was opened from the outside.

Calix came in hand in hand with my stepsister Irene.

Calix looked a little flustered when our eyes met. Obviously, he didn't expect to see me here at this moment. He quickly let go of Irene's hand, looking guilty.

It was Irene who asked, "Eunice, why did you come back?"

Her voice dripped with sarcasm, and she looked at me with mockery.

There was no trace of guilt in her at all.

I put down my suitcase and leaned against the door casually. I raised my hand and tucked the hair behind my ear, pretending to be shy.

"Calix asked me out for dinner later, so I came back to find a beautiful dress. I guess he wanted to propose to me."

I didn't know who took the initiative to cross the line, but I knew that no one would like to share a man with another woman. So I said those words to disgust Irene.

I knew that even if Calix and Irene were together in the future, this matter would be a sore spot in their relationship.

They were destined to be unhappy for the rest of their lives, and they deserved it. I felt so disgusted that I sneered inwardly.

I continued, "Calix also said he would buy me a big diamond ring, and we would spend our honeymoon on Bali Island."

As I expected, Irene glared at Calix. She looked very angry.

Calix quickly explained, "No, I didn't say that. It's only her wishful thinking."

I pretended to be sad and even sobbed. "Calix, didn't you say you loved me? You said you wanted to give me a grand wedding, right? Don't you love me anymore?"

"Eunice, don't say that. And don't cry. Your tears break my heart." When Calix saw me crying, he reached out to hold my hand to comfort me.

A woman's tears were indeed the best weapon.

"Eunice, you are such a damn woman!" Irene shouted.

She must have been stimulated by the scene. Her eyes narrowed angrily. She stepped forward to pull me as she spoke.

I wanted to dodge, but it was too late.

She ripped off my dress, revealing my collarbone and shoulders covered with hickeys.

When Irene saw them, her eyes lit up. She asked smugly, "Eunice, which man did you sleep with behind Calix's back last night?"

Her voice was very loud. It was as if she wanted everyone to know that I was a slut. She wanted to ruin my reputation.

Calix's eyes turned red in anger. He also stared at me, waiting for an explanation.

But I just ignored them and straightened my clothes unhurriedly.

Then I said sarcastically, "Actually, there were two shameless people having sex in my room yesterday. But it was at noon, not last night."