My Billionaire Wife

ABRAR’S POV.

Before I could process what was happening, I felt Zoya’s lips on mine, her lips were so soft I could not help myself as I grabbed the nape of her neck and intensified the kiss.

I was not expecting to enjoy it that much, it was unexpected and my heart was racing like crazy but it ended just as suddenly as it began.

Zoya slowly pulled back her cheeks and her lips looked exceptionally plump, i could kiss her all day and would not get tired. her soft lips away from mine.

She stared into my eyes a heavy silence weighing in the air as we stared at each other, my eyes flicking back and forth between her eyes and her lips. I was so tempted to go in for another kiss but I immediately noticed her eyelids drooping.

Before I could say anything she slumped on my body resting her head on my chest as my arm rushed out to support her weak body.

She was fast asleep. She slept peacefully on my body while I tried to process the kiss that just happened.

I could feel the steady and slow rising and falling of her chest. It was an unexpected kiss, something I was not expecting and I could not help the flutters and excitement I was feeling.

With a smile on my face, I carried her in a bridal style and took her to her room.

She was still fully dressed in her work clothes and smelled of alcohol.

I rushed over to the kitchen, grabbed a bowl, and poured some cold water and hot water to create the perfect lukewarm water I could use to clean up her body.

I rushed back to her room where she lay peacefully. I slowly unbuttoned her jacket, removing it gently from her body before slowly pulling off her shirt and trousers.

I tried not to look at her body too much as I knew she would not be happy about that but I could not allow her to sleep with the smell of alcohol practically choking her.

As soon as I was done cleaning up her body with her not waking up at all she was sleeping deep. I covered her now washed-up body with the duvet to keep her warm.

I could not help myself from admiring her beauty when she was all quiet. She looked stress-free and well approachable and cute.

I softly brushed the stray hair on her cheeks away as I stared at her in awe.

I wondered why she had been so brave and what could have triggered her to drink herself down to this point.

Just as I was about to leave her side she held my palm restricting my movement and she snuggled herself close to my palm.

It was such an intense feeling to see her poking so cute, my heart was constructing hard within my chest as it raced like crazy.

“What is wrong with you Abrar? Get a hold of yourself? I scolded myself.

I tried to retract my palm from her grip but that proved futile as she had a strong hold on it and I did not want to wake her up and disturb her precious sleep.

“Gosh, since when was she this strong?” I mumbled to myself as I rested my head on the bed and my body on the ground as I continued to watch her sleep.

I was starting to feel sleepy as no one was nodding off but I knew I could not afford to sleep here because if she woke up and found me beside her she might lose it.

“Just a little bit longer, she will soon loosen her grip” I mumbled to myself as I tried to encourage myself not to sleep, but that proved futile as a few minutes later I fell asleep with my palm still within her grasp.

The feeling of someone breathing on my neck woke me up and jolted me awake.

I was now lying on Zoya’s bed with my face just a few inches away from me and her breath softly fanning my exposed neck. Waking up by her side made me feel warm and cozy.

I slowly removed my palm from her loose grasp and could not help but hiss in pain at the unexpected pain I felt on my shoulders.

I slept in quite an uncomfortable position so all my body was aching. I quickly walked out of the room along with the bowl of water I used last night, which was now cold.

It was going to be a long day and I could not stop replaying the kiss of last night. It was so unexpected and I couldn’t wait to see how she would react to it.

It was a brand new day, another day to go to work so I quickly crashed up and dressed up and from the look of it she was still sleeping.

I walked out of the house to get some eggs so I could make breakfast as we had run out of them and the moment I got back I saw Zoya standing in the living room in nothing but a towel, her shoulders and legs completely exposed.

Although I was the one to change her outfit yesterday I purposely refused to look at her body and torch her in any sensitive areas and now she was standing almost half naked before me.

“Good morning” she greeted me, not minding my presence as she walked into her bedroom, closing the door behind her, but I stood frozen in my spot as I tried to recover from the shock.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

I shook my head, snapping myself out of my lustful daze, and quickly started making breakfast.

I played my breakfast along with her and just as I was making myself a cup of coffee she walked out of the room refreshed but my eyes kept staring at her lip.

“Stop being so obvious Abrar” I whispered, scolding myself.

“Here’s Your breakfast,” I said, offering her a plate of toast with some nice scrambled eggs before placing a cup of coffee beside her plate.

“Thank you,” she said.

“How are you feeling?” I asked as I sat down to eat my breakfast.

“My head is hanging like crazy” she moaned as she grabbed her head taking a sip of the hot coffee.

“What happened? Why did you come back drunk last night?” I asked.

“What all this question.? I thought we agreed to not pry into each other’s personal life” she responded.

“Well this is my house and I would appreciate it if you do not come in drunk late at night” I snapped.

I was so worried about her yesterday and now she refuses to tell me what had made her that distressed.

“I just hope I did not do anything to embarrass myself last night?” She asked.

Was it that she didn’t remember what happened last night?

“Don’t you remember?” I asked.

“I remember nothing, I cannot even remember how I got home last night. I was so reckless” she said, digging into her breakfast.

I suddenly became disappointed. She did not remember yesterday’s ordeal; she had no recollection of the kiss.

” So about the contract, I….” I said before I was abrupt. “I get it if you don’t want to sign it. Maybe I should just come clean and tell my father the truth. I will beg him to allow you to keep your job and explain to him it was all my fault” she said, interrupting my speech.

“All of a sudden?” I asked. I was confused by her sudden change of mind.

“Yeah, I think I should do just that,” she replied.

“And why do you think I would not sign the contract?” I asked.

“Well, you were against it at first, and well with your ex-girlfriend back I am sure that you would not want to tie yourself with a fake relationship when you could reconcile your past relationship as I know you still have feelings for her. You got angry the time you saw me observing her picture before” she said.

I stared at her in disbelief as I couldn’t believe that was the reason she had thought of.

“First of all Zoya, there is a reason why she is called an ex. She is my past, a memory I wish not to revisit” I said ” And I have signed the contract” informed her.

“What?” She asked her eyes wide open, surprised by my sudden revelation.

“Well let’s do it, I have agreed to be with you for a year under this fake pretense we have already come so far and well the offer is too detectible for me to refuse so yes I will be your fake husband,” I said.