Taming A Billionaire

The third point of view :

The desire between them was obvious and saturated the bathroom. Julie didn't need to ask for consent from Anabelle, the look in her eyes was all the consent he needed. 

At once, he got rid of his shirt and climbed in with her, the lukewarm water swirling around them. Julie reached out and grabbed Anabelle, making her to straddle him. 

Biting down on her lips, Anabelle pushed herself down and guided him slowly inside of her. She gasped with pleasure as he spread her folds. 

Julie pushed his hips forward causing Anabelle to whimper as the rest of him buried deep inside of her. He was full and buried into her to the hilt, the feeling was magnificent and she was drunk with pleasure. 

Then he grabbed her hips and began to pound into her fast and hard. Anabelle's moans and Julie's groans filled the room as the both of them moved. 

Anabelle rode Julie who supported her with the upward thrust of his hips, both of them panting and trying to catch their breath. 

Suddenly, Julie reduced his pace, instead he thrust into her deeply and slowly as if savoring the moment while his mouth found her breast and latch on it. Anabelle was overwhelmed with pleasure, feeling her climax around the corner. 

By the time they were done in the bathroom, Anabelle climaxed three times and she fell into a deep sleep. And It wasn't until later in the day - she couldn't even tell what time it was - that she stirred from sleep. 

As a habit, Anabelle reached out for the space next to her to feel if he was with her and surprisingly, she touched a warm body. Joy filled Anabelle and she opened her eyes to see him staring back at her. 

"Good afternoon," Julie smiled at her. 

"Oh, God!" Anabelle groaned, covering her face with her palm. How could she have slept this late? She hadn't even had breakfast - it was all forgotten at the corner. Could you blame her though, Julie had stressed her beyond her limit? 

Suddenly, just as Anabelle wiped her face with her palm, she felt something cold touch her skin and she looked down at her finger and sat up with a great speed that almost made her dizzy. 

Encircling her finger was a white gold ring and studded in the middle was a usual and huge cubic zirconia stone that looks breathtakingly beautiful. 

Annabelle wiped her face to make sure she was seeing right. But even after the gesture, the ring was still on her finger. No way. 

She was still in a state of disbelief and turned to look at Julie who had a knowing smile on his face. 

"W-w-w-what... ?" Anabelle stuttered to the extent she couldn't form a comprehensible speech.

"Anabelle, would you make me the happiest man on earth by being my wife?" Julie asked her seriously. 

However, for about a minute, Anabelle didn't say a word, she kept on staring at Julie to the point the man became embarrassed, thinking that he had not done it well. 

"Did I say anything wrong?" he asked. 

"Am I dreaming?" Anabelle asked back 

"No," Julie answered. 

"You want to marry me?" Anabelle asked, still in a state of disbelief. 

"Yes," 

"You really want to marry me?" she asked once and this time Julie was getting annoyed. Was it a bad idea to propose to her right after she woke from sleep?

"Yes Anabelle," He said. 

To his utmost shock, Anabelle screamed - a long, piercing shout. For a moment there, Julie was almost prepared to call a doctor having no doubt she injured her vocal cord in the process. 

But the Anabelle he was worried about jumped off the bed in celebration, "Oh my God! I'm getting married! I'm finally getting married!" She continued to scream at the top of her lungs. 

"Perhaps you should tune it down a little..." Julie was still saying when Anabelle left his room still jubilating. 

For once, Julie was grateful he had dressed Anabelle up after their session in the bathroom because he had a disturbing feeling that Anabelle would have run out of the room naked just to celebrate the news. 

"God, help me," Julie groaned as he got out of the bed. She hadn't even given him a proper answer to his proposal. What if she changes her mind after all her celebrations? He couldn't risk that. 

So Julie went after her and he found her outside taking shots of the rings as if a particular spot wasn't enough to capture the beauty.

She was so happy that she didn't look where she was going and bumped right into him. 

"Do you know that I'm getting…" Anabelle was prepared to announce the news to whoever that was until she realized that it was her fiancé. A blush crept up her cheeks at once. 

"Of course, I know that you're getting married because I'm the one who proposed to you," He rolled his eyes, "And you haven't even given me a reply yet," 

"Of course, silly, it's yes," She said, kicking the lawned grass on the floor. Anabelle didn't know why she suddenly became shy. 

Julie smiled and then cupped her cheeks, kissing her on the lips. Anabelle leaned in, the both of them sharing a sweet, lazy kiss before they pulled away. 

Julie leaned his forehead against hers and asked out of curiosity, "Are you that happy?" because he felt like a bad person, delaying the inevitable from happening for a long time. 

Everyone had anticipated that after Pedro and Isabella had gotten engaged, that they would be the next. But he kept procrastinating until he couldn't anymore - not after what he saw last night. Alec had taught him that as far as he hadn't put a ring on that finger, Anabelle wasn't truly his. 

"Of course, I'm very happy!" Anabelle answered, "I was afraid that I would have to become an aunt before getting married," 

"Become an aunt?" Julie was confused. 

"Yes, don't you know that Isabella is…" Anabelle trailed off at once when she realized what she almost said. 

Julie's brows furrowed at that moment. He has known Anabelle long enough to know that she was keeping something important from him right now. 

"My love," Julie's voice became sensuous, "you were just saying….?" he probed. 

Anabelle cupped her lips with her palm, shaking her head even though she knew that wouldn't stop her from spilling the truth to Julie. 

Gosh, Isabella would kill her for this. 

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