A Deal With My Billionaire Husband

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of clock, each tick reminding me of every second that passed and Dante wasn't still home. I tried to ignore the moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains. I couldn't

ound of the door opening made my heart race. As I turned my head, there he was, the silhouette of my husband – Dante D'angelo watching me silently from the door. His

sound in the room save for my heavy breathing. The mattress dipped as he sat on the edge of the bed, hi

ting the moonlight. There was something different about him tonight, his eyes seeming more d

than an actual act of tenderness. The contact sent shivers down my spine, a sweet mixture of comfort and desire. He had never touched me

t kiss to draw him out of the shell he seemed to be encasing himself in. But he was Dante D'angelo, a powerful billionaire, he could hardly be in any shell so why was he holding back. But as our lips parted, I couldn't

d reassuring but my tone came out croaky with a hint

o emotions to his tone, more like

it's about the business. Papa used to discuss bu

o secure an alliance deal. Two years since I had been sold like a prized possession to a man I barely I knew and having to give up my dream of going to ballet school. The first few months had been hard, I wanted nothing to do with him, I loathed and hated him for pulling away from my dr

ession that slowly evolved into our clothes racketeering off our body and unto the cold floor which then morphed to sweet love making that captiva

nt to it and he was so far gone t

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his high school sweetheart but she had broken his heart by going abroad t

– was