My Billionaire Husband

Brianna found cooking very ther.a.p.eutic, especially baking. She also baked two cakes, one looking like an angry dragon and the other a gentle fairy hidden in a little forest.

When Scott arrived at the dining room, he noticed the cakes first. He was impressed at first, then he looked a bit annoyed and said with a sneer. "A very angry dragon. What is it going to do with the frightened fairy?"

Brianna didn't expect Scott to interpret her thoughts. Worried, she tried to justify herself instantly, "Oh, I just had a weird dream about them last night. It doesn't mean anything."

"Did I say it's supposed to mean anything?" Scott retorted, his eyes fixed upon hers.

"Ha. No. Well, it's meant to be eaten for sure." Brianna replied with a cheeky smile.

Brianna sliced the head of the dragon, put it on a plate, and passed it to Scott. "I hope you like it." She grinned.

Seeing her cheeky look, Scott seemed less distant. He accepted the cake and forked a bite into his mouth. "Very nice. You will get a reward of one thousand dollars." He commented.

Brianna's face lit up. Quickly, she cut a piece of the fairy cake, passed it to Scott, and said with a grin, "One thousand for one cake and two for two?"

"You know what I really don't like about you?" 

Brianna pouted her lips and asked, "What is it?", looking at Scott innocently.

"Always asking for more."

Brianna put the cake down, looking apologetic, and said with an awkward smile, "I was just joking. Bon appetit!"

Scott ate quietly, and Brianna watched curiously. "How do you like the food tonight?" she asked tentatively.

"Not bad."

"Ok." Brianna was hoping he might say something more encouraging and perhaps even offer another reward. She continued eating without asking more questions.

Those that knew Scott well would know that 'Not bad.' was actually a very positive comment from him, considering how picky and demanding he was.

"You seem to like Italian food a lot," Scott said suddenly.

"Ah. Yeah. It's because of my dad. Dad lived in Italy for some years when he was young, and we used to spend holidays there often. He loved the food, and I grew to love it as well." 

Italy? Scott stared at Brianna and asked, "Did you live in Las Vegas or Italy when you were little?"

"Las Vegas, of course." 

Scott felt disappointed again. How can she be so similar to the little girl? Five years ago, he confirmed that Sol Keaton was the little girl that saved him. Why am I wasting my time asking her these stupid questions?

Remembering again that Sol had been missing for three years and he didn't even know if she was still alive, he felt disturbed. He quickly finished eating and walked out of the dining room.

Brianna sensed his unusual behavior, but she felt relieved that she was now left alone. She took her time and enjoyed the food. When she was done, the maid kindly offered, "Mrs. Anderson, shall I take you back to your room?"

"Thanks, but I shall find the way." Brianna politely rejected and went upstairs. However, when she got to the second floor, wandering up and down the corridor, she realized that she couldn't recognize her own room. There were about a dozen rooms with the same doors on both sides. Why do they need so many rooms?! The maids and bodyguards lived in another house. I can't go and ask them! So embarrassing.

Helplessly, she walked up and down the corridor and thought she would just follow her instincts. This looks like it. She opened one of the doors. No. She heaved a sigh.

She tried another one, went in, and saw that the layout was the same. Aha! I found it. She closed the door behind her and went into the bathroom. However, as she walked in, she saw Scott coming out of the shower, half-n.a.k.e.d, a towel wrapped around his lower torso. Their eyes met, and Brianna blushed instantly. She covered her eyes and turned around.

Scott laughed and walked past her towards the bedroom. Brianna wanted to run away, yet she was in such a hurry and panic that she stumbled, and as she was falling, she tried to grab onto Scott to stay balanced. She grabbed Scott's towel instead, and it fell off Scott, revealing his n.a.k.e.d body.

Brianna looked up and saw his perfect body, stunned and embarrassed, she looked away. "I'm so sorry." She muttered nervously. He's got a perfect figure! Brianna couldn't help thinking.

"Come on. You walked into my room intentionally, didn't you? Why? Making out in the car has turned you on, I guess." Scott mocked.

"No. I got lost. I thought this was my room." Brianna explained.

"At least think of a better excuse!" Scott snapped. "You went to see Jameson today. Aren't you quick to take action?! What information are you trying to get from me tonight? Perhaps I'm being too nice to you and your mother!" He was angry.

"No. Scott, I never thought of betraying you. I never will!" Brianna defended.

"Put the towel back on me," Scott demanded.

Brianna obeyed. When she was done wrapping it around his waist, she retreated her hands quickly, and her right hand accidentally touched his p.e.n.i.s. She gasped and didn't have the guts to meet his stare.

Scott grabbed her by her waist, lifted her up, and threw her onto the bed. It happened too fast for Brianna to react. He lay on her, pinning her down. "You are a horny one, aren't you?" he mocked. He was as agitated as excited.

Without any kissing or stroking, he lifted her skirt up, pulled off her u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r, and thrust straight into her.

Brianna felt a sudden sharp pain, then she surrendered and gave in.

When he finally lay on her still, he saw the scared and innocent look in her eyes. He thought she was pretending, but he released his grip on her hair. Her eyes, her scent! He couldn't help thinking of the little girl.