My Billionaire Husband

Brian was just about to remove Diana's hands and push her aside, when Diana suddenly climbed off him, flashing him a strange smile.

Diana sneered at Brian, "Sorry. I forgot you have trouble with this kind of thing." She glanced down at Brian's groin.

"Even if you are rich, it's still a waste to flirt with you." Putting the coat back on, Diana slid back to the other side and turned her head to look outside.

When she was flirting with Brian and saw his reaction, Diana decided something. Since Brian was forcing her to live in his villa, she would take that invitation. But she intended to change who was going to suffer from this decision.

It was the first time Brian had been humiliated by a girl in this way. He sat back in his seat, struggling to process the rejection.

Ken saw what had happened through the rearview mirror and burst out laughing.

"Stop the car," Brian ordered coldly. How could Ken laugh at his boss?

Ken stopped laughing at once and stopped the car at the roadside. But his eyes still made Brian mad.

"Get out. You can walk back." Brian ordered.

"Boss!" Ken looked at Brian with a pitiful face. But he didn't dare argue and got out of the car.

Brian jumped into the front seat and drove himself home.

Ken sighed at the roadside. Watching Brian drive off, he called one of his staff to pick him up. On the way home, he still couldn't help laughing at what he'd seen.

There was no traffic at that time of night, and it took Brian just ten minutes to drive back to his villa.

The bodyguard that opened the door for Brian saw him driving and asked, "Where is Ken?"

He had seen his boss go out with Ken. Why did he come back with a girl sitting on the backseat instead?

Brian sneered at him. The bodyguard closed his mouth immediately and watched Brian walk into the house.

Arriving at Brian's villa, Diana looked around and sat down naturally on the couch, as if she was the owner of the house. "It's OK with me to move in. But I will choose my room."

Of course, Brian would not turn down such a requirement. He gazed at Diana, still trying to figure out what she was planning.

"Mr. Carson, show her upstairs to find a room," Brian ordered.

Mr. Carson, the butler, was a friendly, hearty man in his late sixties. Looking at Diana, he was confused. Wasn't Miss Anderson the boss's personal doctor? Why was she moving into the villa?

Though confused, having worked as Brian's butler for a long time, he knew clearly what he should and should not ask. So, he showed Diana around the villa.

There were three floors. The kitchen, living room, and gym were located on the first floor, and on the second floor were the bedrooms. As for the third floor, it was forbidden to enter there.

Diana looked carefully at every room. All the rooms for guests were arranged tidily and were very clean. They were all similar in decoration and furnishing; all of them had their own balcony with table and chairs. Diana shook her head. One guest room here was larger than two of her dormitories. How luxurious these rich people were!

After seeing two guest rooms, Diana turned a corner and pushed open the door before her.

"Miss Anderson!" the butler stepped closer to her and said nervously, "You can't choose this room."

But he spoke too late; Diana had already opened the door and stepped in.

The decoration of this room was different from the guest rooms. It was twice the size, and the floor was covered with a beautiful carpet. Diana took off her shoes and stepped on it with her b.a.r.e feet. Her feet sank into the soft carpet, how comfortable!

She ran to the window. The whole garden could be viewed through the window, and the flowers' enticing fragrance wafted in on the cool night breeze. Diana loved it, "I want this room!"

The butler wiped the sweat from his forehead. "This is the master bedroom. It's Mr. William's room."

Diana stood with her back to the butler.

She rolled her eyes and smiled silently. She had already realized that this was Brian's room. But he had forced her to move in, so she would make him feel as uncomfortable as possible.

"Brian said I could choose!" Diana jumped on the bed and rolled around on the soft king-size bed. This bed was much more comfortable than her bed in the dormitory.

Seeing the butler was still hesitating, Diana asked him, "Your master didn't say I couldn't pick his room, right?"

"I…" the butler couldn't make up his mind. Thinking for a while, he said, "I'll go to ask Mr. William."

If anyone else had made such a request, he would already have asked them to leave, but Diana's words seemed reasonable.

Brian smiled after the butler told him about Diana's choice of room. Interesting! Diana had chosen his room. He thought she would act decently this time. But it turned out that he was wrong.

Entering his room, Brian saw a pair of slippers on the floor, meanwhile, while Diana was rolling around happily in his bed.

Did she really intend to stay in his room? Brian shuddered with excitement, recalling the feeling he'd had on the drive home as Diana had straddled him.

Brian walked to the bed. He lowered himself onto the bed, planting his hands to hold his upper body just over Diana. He asked in a deep voice, "Did you plan to move in and climb on my bed?"

The butler saw their position through the open door and considerately closed it for them.

Ahh! Miss Anderson was intimate with Brian. If she had said earlier, he would not have had to ask his master's permission. It had been tiring for him to run between the two floors to check with Brian.

Diana seized the quilt to cover her b.r.e.a.s.ts; they were almost showing beneath the shaggy clothes she was wearing. She laughed out loud. Glancing at Brian's groin, she laughed, "Have you been healed? How could you sleep with me if you are impotent?"

Humiliated by her again, Brian felt hurt. No matter his level of power and wealth, he couldn't stand his self-esteem being stamped on by others. He looked at Diana with a dangerous expression. "You are my physician. If I am impotent, you should heal me."

Diana felt anxious and reached out her hands to push Brian away. What? Was he made of steel? Why couldn't she push him away?

"Why not test my impotence yourself?" Brian grasped Diana's struggling hands and pushed them against the bedhead. His eyes narrowed, and he wore a threatening expression.

Brian was like a hungry wolf. Diana was a weak rabbit, presenting herself as his next meal. Brian had Diana in his clutches and was determined to make the most of it.