The Billionaire's Kept Woman

  Tracey has to stay in her office to work although her husband doesn't want her to go back. He was eager for them to go home because he's pissed, angry at Wendy, and at the same time horny. She adjusted her blue lens eyeglasses and continued typing while her husband was slouching on the sofa. He looked tired and probably stressed. 

  She continued typing, making that sound that probably annoyed him. She pressed the save and glanced at him who looked like a sluggish man on the sofa. 

"Babe, what the hell are you doing?" She asked. 

"Babe, I am trying to meditate here." He grumbled. She smiled as she propped her right elbow over the desk and leaned her cheeks over her hand while admiring her husband. 

"That's not meditating. You are trying to be lazy yet your mind is working nonstop." 

"Babe, that's true." He sighed. "I want to try not to go there and kill her. Because if I did, the plan would relapse and the war would start." 

"Hmm, that's a sexy thought." She grinned at him. 

"How can that be a sexy thought?" He lifted his head and looked at her. He was stunned to see her in that beautiful view. She was looking at him with passion. "Can we go home now? Your gaze makes me horny." 

"Correction, you are always horny." She grinned at him. She stood and cleaned up her desk. 

"Are you done?" He quickly got up. 

"Love, I feel like shopping today. I think I'm going to make some pasta. Let's go and buy some ingredients." 

  He groaned like he's complaining and then she went to the bathroom. She grinned while changing her clothes into comfortable jeans and a blouse. She brushed her hair and then removed the scarf around her neck. She went out of the bathroom and her husband was still slouching on the couch. She picked her purse and approached him. 

"Come, baby. I will let you have me all night until sunrise." 

"Really?" He raised his brows. He sat up, snacked his arms around her small waist, and kissed her tummy. "Okay, let's go." 

  He stood, throwing his arms over her shoulder as they left her office. Her assistant said goodbye to her as she nodded. 

  He drove his big bike through the traffic while she was hugging her husband from behind with a helmet on. He was careful as he drove past a few cars and shortly they stopped in a grocery store. She hopped out after he parked it. 

"So, what do you want for dinner, babe? I know that you are annoyed because of what happened." 

"Just cook whatever you can. By the way," he removed his helmet as he reached hers and locked it together with his. "There were women who kept whistling at me." He said. 

"Huh?" She tilted her head. 

"The phone you gave me and with our updated social media? Lots of girls were chatting with me." He took out his phone and gave it to her. "Deal with them." 

"Oh, come on. I have so many things to do." 

"Babe, I am scared that they might find my location and rape me." 

  She rolled her eyes as she took his phone anyway. She started scrolling while her husband held her waist, leading her to the entrance. 

"Ohh, they are sending boobs." She said and looked up at him and showed. 

"Nice." He grinned. She nudged him and shook her head as she sent them small fake cocks then blocked them. She was laughing so hard because it looked so much fun. She slid his phone to his pocket as they passed by a few boutiques. 

"Do we already have a humidifier?" 

"Yeah, we have that." He said as he caressed her sides. 

"Babe, look at that." She pointed to the beauty care stalls. 

"Nope." He pulled her. "We only need groceries." She pouted at him. "You have a lot of beauty care products. You can't try a new one." 

"Oh, please." She sighed sardonically. 

"Don't buy anything because I already ordered and refilled your beauty care products. It would be a waste if you would go for another again." 

"Fine," 

  He kissed her temple as he grinned. 

"We can ask if they have a lube." 

  She giggled and nudged him. 

"Let's check them later. Let's buy groceries first." He whispered at her and she nodded at him. 

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  His brows wrinkled after receiving a report of Wendy attacking Tracey. He was surprised that two bitches had that encounter. But he somehow felt sorry toward Wendy since she was again declined by Alessandro. He already imagined that she was depressed and irritated. But somehow, he felt sorry that the poor girl had that thing in her head. 

"What are you doing?" MJ asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his head. 

"I was reading the report about Tracey vs Wendy." He chuckled. "It's pretty hilarious that she lost control in front of a lot of people, nearly murdering Tracey in her shop." 

"Right," She said. "Wendy is sick and it's not good that her family was tolerating wrong things that she did." 

"Yeah, but it won't do. No matter how pitiful she is I still won't let her get away from hurting my baby girl. I would do the same to others." He kissed her hand. "How are you, love? Does your back still hurt?" 

"Yup, a little. But somehow, Johanna had it worse. She can't get up and she was somehow torturing Connor." 

"Oh, too bad. Jo was very much in pain since it was her first. They didn't use protection, that's their fault." He laughed as he rubbed her arm. "Sit down, love." 

"My back aches, I have to stand." 

"Alright," He sighed and kissed her palm. "You look beautiful in that dress." He said as he looked at the mirror to see it. 

"Thank you." 

"Wait for me in bed. This won't take long." 

"Okay," She rubbed his arm as she stepped back and went to bed. She sat down on the mattress and groaned a little.

"You alright?" He turned his head to her. 

"Yeah," She nodded her head. 

"Just tell me if you are uncomfortable. Are you in pain anywhere?" 

"Nope." She shook her head. "Can I have my milk a little bit later, love?" She said as she rubbed her round tummy. 

"Sure," He typed on his computer to reply to a few emails. Then, he shut it down, cleaned up the desk, and went out of their room to the foyer of their bedroom. He prepared her milk by putting it on the shaker, then he poured it on the warm water and stirred it. He then went back to the bed and took out biscuits that were still sealed. He reached her face and kissed her passionately. She pushed him and smiled. 

"Not now." 

"Okay," He said as he knelt in front of her and removed her slippers. "Why won't you learn?" 

  He put the pillows on the headboard and helped her lean. He put a long-round pillow on her lower back as she lifted her feet. 

"Can we hire a surrogate if we want another?" She asked him. 

"Yeah," He nodded his head. He knew well that her pregnancy is a miracle and there could be bad things that might happen to her during her labor. He sat beside her as he placed a pillow over her calves. He caressed her hair. "What do you feel?" 

"I just feel sluggish." She whispered. She reached her milk and sipped on it. 

"Your back still hurts?" He asked. 

"Hmm," She nodded at him. He sighed and caressed her tummy. "Once our baby comes out we will find a surrogate." He said it, like a promise. 

"I want more children," She said. "And I am afraid to lose one again." 

  He pressed his lips and nodded his head. He moved closer to her as he bent down and kissed her forehead. 

"We aren't losing one again, my love. I promise that." He lovingly looked at her round tummy as he kissed it again. "Should I call a doctor?" 

"No. It was like this every other day. Maybe tomorrow?" 

"I think you should start wearing a brace around your tummy to hold it. Baby's getting heavy, right?" 

  She giggled and bounced her head. 

"Right. You know that I can lift a dumbbell." 

"I know that, but babies have all of your nutrition. I should start with baby names. I hope it's a girl." 

"Why?" She asked. 

"Why not?" He chuckled. "I want a boy too. Maybe in the next pregnancy." 

"What if it's a boy?" 

"Alright, no matter what. I love our baby." He kissed her tummy.

  She finished her milk and reached the ointment and gave it to him. He moved to the edge of the bed as he poured the oil in his palm, and rubbed it together, then started massaging her left leg gently. 

"You are a perfect husband." She said. 

"I am." He winked at her. 

  Her phone chimes as she reaches it. Shortly, she laughed and showed it to him. 

"Your uncle sent this to the GC. I think he's tryna look cool." 

"Where did they get that dick pic?" He asked.