Falling For The Billionaire Heir

Becky opened her eyes and checked for time. It was still very early, after four the following morning. She tried to sleep again, but after twenty minutes of trying, she knew from experience that she would not sleep again.

So she grabbed the novel she was reading off the nightstand to continue and put on the night light. And opened to where she stopped.

Helen and her friend Jane had already made up two days after the episode with Tommy in the kitchen. Jane promised never to intervene in her friend’s love life again. But she advised her to be very cautious with Tommy. She knew Helen’s husband loved her so much.

Becky opened chapter nine to continue with the story.

Helen rolled her suitcase into the sitting room where Jane was sprawled on the three-seater watching a breakfast magazine show on TV. It was Friday and a lecture free day for them. So Helen was leaving to spend the weekend at home with her husband.

Darin rented the three-bedroom flat for her a month after she said yes to him and furnished it with the latest gadgets. From the largest room: the sitting room to the kitchen store. Helen had complained, saying she only had just a session left to spend in school, but he wouldn’t listen. He was always ready to go all the way out to make her comfortable.

“Take good care of yourself and be a good girl to husband,” Jane winked at her friend.

“I will try,” Helen aimed a throw pillow at her friend. She missed her target, and they both burst into laughter.

With that, she left to meet the driver who was waiting for her. Darin would not allow her to drive to and from school, though she had a car she uses in school. Whenever she wanted to go home, he would send a driver down to come and pick her up.

The driver rushed out of the car to collect her suitcase when she got downstairs. While she went to sit in the car, he put the suitcase in the car trunk.

“Can I move, ma’am?” The driver asked, looking at her in the mirror when he got back into the car.

“Yes,” she said without looking away from her phone. “Let’s go.”

The driver started the car engine. Seeing that they were about to leave, the security man at the entrance opened the gate for them.

Helen finished up the message she was typing and sent it to her brother. She dropped the phone on the seat beside her and looked outside the window.

She thought about her peculiar love situation throughout the one and half drive home.

Helen was at a crossroads; her heart still desired Tommy, her first love. The man who deflowered her, making her a woman.

They arrived home in Texas a little over two hours later at 12:37 pm.

She had a hot lunch prepared by the Steward, then she took a shower thereafter before she got under the covers. She needed to sleep. She had been having late nights for the past four days.

Darin arrived home from the office around three pm, earlier than his usual time. He was eager to see his wife. Helen had woken up then, but she was still under the covers going through her phone. As usual, he was happy to see his wife when he walked into her bedroom. He sat beside her on the bed. “Welcome home sweetheart,” the corners of his mouth curved into a smile and he bent to plant a kiss on her forehead. “How are you doing?”

“I’m fine,” she replied brusquely. “I have missed you so much,” he said and kissed her on the mouth.

He got up after a moment and went into his bedroom through the connecting door.

He returned later, only in his boxers, and laid beside her. The moment his body touched hers, she moved away a bit.

“It’s been two weeks darling,” he moved closer to her. “I need you.” He reached out and turned her to face him and kissed her. “I want you,” he put his finger under her chin, lifting it until my eyes met his. His thumb caressed her lower lip.

Helen’s body betrayed her. A raw tingle of pleasure began to well up inside her. She gasped, and a low moan escaped her mouth.

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Darin smiled happily and kissed her. After he broke the kiss, he looked dreamily into her eyes with love. “I love you, honey,” he cooed and his hand went under her blouse….

“Oh my God, Helenn,” he groaned almost one hour later. His body shuddered. He rolled off her for the second time, smiling. “Helen,” he growled again with satisfaction.

“Why don’t you want to come with me to the wedding tomorrow?” He asked minutes later as they savored the afterglow of their sex.

They already discussed it severally during the past two weeks over the phone. His friend was getting married, and he wanted her to come with him. He enjoyed taking her around, showing her off like the trophy wife she was.

Helen sighed. “I have a lot to do. I need to do the data analysis of my questionnaire and also finish up on a term paper over the weekend.” She gave him what she thought was a perfect excuse.

“Okay, okay,” he chuckled indulgently at her and ran his fingers tenderly along the ridge of her hip. “Do what you need to do.”

“Okay, thank you,” happy that he didn’t argue with her.

Darin’s phone beeped to remind him that he had a meeting in the next thirty minutes. “Oh no, not now!” he groaned.

“Your Friday meeting, right?” she asked.

“Yes.”

He usually had virtual meetings with his partners in Belgium once every two weeks.

“I have to go,” he found her mouth and kissed her passionately. “I won’t take too much time,” he said into her mouth.

She nodded and he stood up from the bed and went to his bathroom to freshen up. He would have loved to be sharing the same room and bed with his wife, but Helen had insisted right from the start that they must keep separate rooms.