Taming A Billionaire

The third point of view:

"Hi babe," Isabella walked into his office without knocking, flung her purse to God knows where and walked over to Pedro who was giving instructions to a woman clad formally in a simple black shirt and a silk pencil skirt.

Pedro's face lit up like Christmas as if the dazzling sun just shined its rays upon his life. He dismissed the woman who bowed and left.

Isabella ignored the unfamiliar woman who bowed to her as well, her whole intent on Pedro. But then, even with her eyes somehow, she had gotten every detail she wanted from the woman just with a glance.

"Hi love," Pedro smiled back, pushing back his swivel seat so he could provide space for Isabella to sit on his. It has become a tradition for the both of them hence he didn't need a prophet to predict what she had in mind.

Isabella walked over to him and sat astride, making sure she was sitting directly above his crotch, Pedro let out a shaky breath. Isabella smirked, she knew exactly what she was doing.

"How was your day today?" She asked, wrapping her arms around his shoulder and in the process of leaning, moved against him. Pedro gritted his teeth, his fiancée was a good tease.

"It's more than good now that you're here with me," He replied, shifting the angle of his head so he could get a clear view of her neck.

Isabella closed her eyes with a sigh as Pedro kissed across her neck. It felt goddamn good nor did she want him to stop, but she needed to know something.

Isabella pushed Pedro back to his seat and he looked at her questioningly, surprised at the move. However, Isabella didn't answer, rather her hands went to his suit, pulling him forward.

Pedro let her be, to do whatever she wanted with him, after all, his body belonged to her, just as hers was his. He trusted her. She cupped his face, caressing over the stubble on his chin - she would help him shave that later - he trembled under her touch.

Her hands dug into his hair, pulling on the strands just as she nibbled on his ear. Pedro could only wrap his arms around her as she seduced him slowly and torturously.

She bit on his ear quite painfully and at the same time grind against him causing him to hiss through clenched teeth, Isabella was killing him slowly.

However, she whispered into his ears, asking, "You changed your personal assistant,"

Pedro smirked, of course, nothing ever leaves her eyes. Where other people would be offended by their partner's inquisitiveness Pedro answered calmly, "She quit," 

It had been quite disturbing at first, her possessiveness, but he was used to it now. Moreover, Isabella wasn't illogical, she gave him enough freedom with his pals and learned to endure his nonexistent female friends. Isabella might have given him the freedom to keep female friends, none of them lasted. 

None of them could stand her bloodlust, just a gaze and they took off with their tails between their legs. The few who made it into stage two gave up eventually, intimidated by her knowledge and wits. In one word, Pedro went through the years of university without a female friend - his girlfriend Isabella was quite influential even from far away. 

"Why?" She still pressed for details, her hand sneaking into his shirt while the other played around with his buttons. 

"I don't know and don't give a fuck!" Pedro raised his voice a bit and she read no meaning into it, choosing to believe he was impatient with her teasing. 

"That's good then," Isabella took off his suit and tossed it to the floor. She never liked his previous Personal assistant, there was just something off about her - call it her instinct or something. But then, she didn't say a word so Pedro doesn't think she's becoming too overprotective and demanding.

"That's good?" Pedro raised a dark brow. But she silenced him with a kiss.

"Don't think, just feel," Isabella said to him before seeking his hungry mouth. She kissed him greedily, devouring his lips as if she had been starved for a century. 

Pedro responded to her with the same passion, filling her mouth as she opened to him. They broke away with Isabella peeling away his clothes with great need.

Her hands roamed around his body, causing him to quiver under her fleeting touches. With his chest bare, Isabella leaned down and took his small nipple into her mouth. 

Pedro sucked in a sharp breath, groaning at the pleasure as she ran her tongue around his nipple in a circular motion. The action made him so hard rock it was painful. He needed a release. 

Pedro yanked her into him, his hands cupping her backside and moved her against his protruding erection. Isabella took that as a cue not to lengthen out the torture and began to gyrate her hips against his. 

Pedro fused her mouth with his, relishing her taste as she ground against him until the sweet taste of orgasm overwhelmed him. He sagged against her, still panting from their heated season. 

However, he was not satisfied, his hands at once flew to Isabella's blouse, intending to have her naked as well, she stopped him surprisingly. 

"What?" He asked, this was the first time Isabella was denying him sex. 

"We have dinner with your family, remember?" Isabella reminded him. However, she was simply protecting the baby in her womb. Although it's been proven scientifically that sexual activity wouldn't affect the baby protected by the amniotic fluid in her uterus, Isabella still didn't want to take any chances. She had to protect her child.

Eww, when did she become maternal? 

But then, a smile crossed her lips at the thought of having a baby that looked like her and Pedro, their genes combined. She had no care for the sex, but then, having a girl doesn't seem bad - she would teach her how to be brave and strong. Boys were too playful. 

"We still have a bit of time," He complained. He added immediately upon seeing her smile, "What's funny?" 

She giggled. 

Pedro's brows rose, this was not like Isabella. He readjusted in his seat, being careful not to stir a certain "brother" from its sleep. 

"Alright, I'm now hundred percent interested in whatever is making you happy," He was curious. 

"Too bad, I'm not going to tell you till our wedding night," 

Pedro's face fell, "No, not a surprise," 

She giggled. Gosh, why was she giggling? This isn't funny? There would definitely be no babies after this one - pregnancy was turning her into a different person. 

"Also," She added, "No more sex till our wedding night," 

Pedro's jaw dropped this time. Something was wrong with Isabella, she was not like herself. How can Isabella of all people ban him from having her? Could she be possessed? He wondered. It was too strange or could it be…. 

Isabella noticed Pedro's mood change instantly. 

"What's wrong?" She asked. 

"Have you lost interest in me?" he asked out of nowhere. 

"Huh?" Isabella was stunned by the question. That was the least question she expected from him?

Pedro ran his head through his head, "I know it's a stupid question to ask but I can't help but ask it. You are not like other girls whose intentions are much easier to figure out. You are yourself, which makes it harder to gauge your intention. The reason you don't want to have sex with me is that you've lost interest in me? Is this a telltale sign that you're about to leave me?"

They both stared at each other for a moment and the next, Isabella hit him at the back of the head. 

"You idiot!" She called him. 

Pedro was shocked, this was the first time Isabella had ever laid her hands on him. No, this was the first time she called him names. She didn't maltreat him even when they were young - she called him her puppy, remember? 

"Why would I leave you?" she asked him straightforwardly and it was Pedro's turn to be dumbfounded. 

"I - I… I just thought -" 

"Stop thinking nonsense. I would never leave you, come rain or shine. Just know this…" She yanked him forward by the shirt, "I will never let you go. The both of us will be together till death does us apart - even in death!" She declared. 

At that moment, Pedro was so touched by her proclamation that tears stung his eyes - this is so embarrassing. 

"Then why don't you want us to have Sex -" 

"We should build anticipation for our wedding night," She lectured him, "Don't you know we used up every possible technique for that night," 

But Pedro grinned, "You don't have to worry, I'm quite innovative," He grinned, attempting to clasp her bum. 

Isabella slapped his hand away and got off him, "Go and wash up, I don't want your family to think the white witch is delaying you on purpose,"