A Fragile Wife: Billionaire Romance (20 page)

“I can’t believe you went through my things.” Now he came to her, swiftly, his polished leather shoes appearing beside her huddling, shaking body.

“I had to know…” It was all she could say. “I had to know what you were up to. Everyone was being so secretive, I couldn’t take it anymore!”

“You didn’t even ask me?”

“How could I have…” What? Trusted him? Lana cut off that thought before she completely embarrassed herself even further. “I wanted to see it for myself. Kenneth…” She held up the tattered papers. “What
is
this?”

He bent down, hands snatching the papers away and putting them back in neat order. “A manuscript.” The papers slid back into his desk drawer, where he plucked out one of the bound proofs and held it above his wife’s head. “I wrote a book. A memoir.”

“What?”

Her tears had abated. Now she saw her husband through puffy eyes. She saw a man disappointed with himself, his wife, and whatever this project was that he held in his hands. “It was going to be a surprise, Bunny.” It surprised Lana to hear her nickname. “I was going to show you this proof while we were on our honeymoon. It’s being published in a couple of months.”

Lana couldn’t believe her ears. “A
memoir?
” She didn’t even know Kenneth wrote outside of legal documents and the occasional note to somebody. The man had their personal assistant at work transcribe most of his letters. “Since when have you been writing a memoir?”

“Since a year ago. One of my old college buddies is a publisher in New York. He approached me saying he wanted to do a line of memoirs from successful businessmen and women. He was interested in you writing one too, or us writing one together, but I suggested I write one
about
you, in a way. He agreed. Now here I am, the biggest fool in the universe.”

“You’re not…”

“I must be, for not foreseeing this. If I hadn’t been wearing my blinders that said this should be a surprise… I should have told you about it the moment I finished the first draft.”

“And Chloe?”

“Chloe?” Ken laughed. “She was one of my first readers. All the others, including the editor, were men. I wanted a woman’s view. Who else would I have asked if not you? Roberta?”

“The package…”

“…That I got by the pool that day? Forget it all, Lana, that was the proof! I didn’t want you to see it yet.”

“And those letters from you were really your handwritten drafts…” Holy shit. She was terrible. “And you gave her a key to your desk so she could…”

“…Put back what she finished commenting on and take out the next parts. Yes. I wanted to change the lock anyway, and was going to after this project was finished. It won’t matter if she makes a copy of the key, because it won’t work in a few months anyway.” Ken snorted. “Apparently I need to find a new hiding spot for my keys.”

“I’m so sorry!” Lana was on the verge of tears again. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

She couldn’t hold back the drops falling from her eyes. She tasted salt. Bitter. Sour. Everything was sent up from her heart for the sole purpose of making her throw up.

“Ken…”

He put a hand on her shoulder. Tender.
Firm.
“I don’t know what to say, Lana. I never in a million years expected this from you.”

And never in a million years did Lana expect to snort at a statement like that. “Are you kidding? You know better than anyone what a vindictive bitch I am. I was ready to rip out that girl’s entrails and parade them in front of you!”

“You should probably go apologize to her. At least now I know why she’s being so skittish around us. Besides…” He nicked his finger against her chin. “I do know how vindictive you can be. Don’t think of it as being vindictive, though. It’s kind of hot that you’re possessive…”

“No it’s not. It’s messed up. Kenny, I…” Finally, she forced herself to look at the man she married. The man she didn’t trust.
I can see the pain in his eyes.
How could she do that to him? How could she become someone who didn’t trust her husband? Who was suspicious of everyone and everything around her? Didn’t she know how hard Ken worked for them to live like this? How compromising he was?
He does it because he loves me.
Who else would ever love her like that? “I’m not used to things being so good for so long. You’ve seen my family. They’re all some level of miserable. I don’t know anything else. My brain was looking for a thousand reasons to break up with you.”

His grip on her tightened. “You don’t want that, right? You don’t
want
to break up?”

Lana looked away. “No, baby.”

“And I would never do anything to compromise those feelings.” Ken cupped his hands around her cheeks, forcing her to look at him again.
How can he look so cool and collected?
She had confessed to thinking he was cheating on her! “You must believe me, Bunny.” His thumbs pushed into her flesh, soaking up her tears. “From the moment I met you, all other women paled in comparison. The day you married me was the day I first felt complete.”

Most women would cry to hear those words. Most. Lana was not like most women. She often shoved aside those fluttering feelings in order to be practical. To make rational decisions. When Ken asked her to marry him years ago, she didn’t say yes right away. She took the time to think it over – for a whole week. For Ken, it was surely torture.

So when she heard him say that, her first reaction wasn’t to sob – again – but to fold into his arms and hold him tightly, determined to make him feel
complete
once more.

“We’re good, right? You’re not worried I’m going to cheat on you, right?”

Lana shook her head. “I ruined your surprise. I was so rude to that girl. I’m fucked up.”

“Don’t do that to yourself. Although…” Ken gathered her shirt into his fist, pulling against some skin, some hair, and every fiber of her being. “I can’t let you get away with this without suffering some consequences, Lana.”

He stood, hand lingering around her arm as he gently tugged on it and convinced her to stand up with him. Lana’s robe fell from her body, pooling at her feet.
He shouldn’t be so transparent.
Except then what would she love on all the time?

“You’ve been way out of line, Mrs. Andrews.” Ken took her by the hips, pushing her against his desk like he had weeks ago.
My husband. My Master.
Lana eased into it, feeling her legs open and her nipples harden beneath her T-shirt.
I need help, all right.
Just five minutes after nearly having her heart broken, she was ready to fuck the man who caught and married her ten years ago. “You’re going to have to be dealt with. Between terrorizing the help and daring to doubt my integrity, I’m not even sure where to begin with your punishment.”

Lana could hardly look him in the eye.

“Look at this woman I’ve married.” Ken plucked the hem of her shirt and lifted it up, revealing her bare breasts as they responded to the chilly air in her husband’s office. “She’s already aroused.” He pinched one of her nipples; Lana barely responded. “I wish I could say my reasons for marrying you were purely emotional, but I have to admit that your ability to go at any random moment played a huge part. What man wouldn’t want a woman ready to go whenever he pleased?”

Lana glanced up at him, her demeanor so demure that her husband looked as if he didn’t recognize her – but that look was one only Lana could recognize. To anyone else, Ken looked completely in control of the situation.

“Would you… be pleased to do it right now, Mr. Andrews?”

“Ah, she knows how to make it up to me.” Ken stood between her legs, hands rubbing her bare sides as his breathing increased and blood probably rushed to his cock.
He’s got me cornered now. Cornered and in need of being published.
For one of the first times ever, though, Lana completely felt it. She knew she needed marital disciplining. She had doubted her husband. She had feared he had turned on her, after so many years of good times and better understanding. How would she have felt were it the other way around?
Horrible. I’d never let him live it down.

“I only want you to feel better after what I’ve accused you of.”

“There are many ways for my wife to make me feel better.”

“I’m sure there are, sir.” Lana loosened his tie and pulled it off his throat, watching the purple silk slide against his white shirt and curl around her arm. “What should I start with?”

“You? Start? You’re misinformed, my love.” Ken yanked his tie from her hand and tossed it onto his desk, his figure looming formidably above her, forcing her to sit on the edge of his workspace and search for his lips if she wanted a kiss. And she did. Lana wanted to kiss her husband, to move on, to feel his warmth overtake her and make a renewed woman out of her. “You’re going to stand there and be still until I tell you otherwise.”

Lana curled her fingers around the edge of the desk, feeling her knuckles tense and turn another color. “Yes, sir.” Her thighs were on fire beneath her cotton shorts, even though the room temperature made her shiver without her robe. “Do whatever you want to me, sir.”

His thumb trailed down her cheek to her breasts, where her firm nipples made them both react with sexual alacrity. Ken gently kissed his wife’s lips, fingers rolling against her nipple and making her freeze in arousal. Lana relaxed her body and prepared to have her husband completely consume her.

“You’re still as sexy as you were ten years ago, Bunny,” he murmured against her mouth. “Whenever I see you, I want to do nothing more than make endless love to you.” He laughed. “Or fuck you senseless. Sometimes there is a difference.”

Didn’t she know it. They had been exploring that difference for a good twelve years now.

“I don’t know how you could think I’m not still madly in love with you after so little time.” Ken held fast to her hips, his lips descending the front of her rolled up shirt and pressing against her breasts. Lana gasped as he ran his tongue over her nipple. “Ten years isn’t anything, Lana. It would take at least a thousand years to start getting tired of you, and I doubt that would ever happen.”

He pulled her shorts down, revealing her smooth skin and finer hair that she kept groomed in part because she liked to, and in part because she always enjoyed the surprise in Ken’s eyes when he caught sight of her latest style. Ken forwent that this time, however. He was more preoccupied with nuzzling her slit as he helped her step out of her shorts and lingerie.

“Every time you saunter into this office in your pretty heels, pencil skirts, lingerie, and T-shirts, I have to wonder if you know what kind of effect you still have on me.” His finger pushed into her slit, easing her legs open with another moan in her throat. “I know exactly what kind of woman I’ve married. Even if you come in here to talk dinner or business, I
know
it could very well end with you bent over my desk taking my cock as deep as you can.”

Lana shuddered. “I often think that when I come in here.”

“Good.” Ken tugged on both her nipples, grinning at the amount of whimpers he made her utter. “Because I can’t wait to do that to you. Just as soon as you get your first piece of punishment. Do you know what that’s going to be?”

They kissed, Lana throwing herself into it as much as Ken did.
I know what it is.
Her hand went to his zipper as her tongue dared his to take over.
I’m not an idiot. I know what this man wants to do to me.
The more she thought about it, the more she fought the urge to drop to her knees right now and beg for forgiveness – the only way she knew how.

“You want me to suck your cock, sir.”

“Yes, Bunny. And then I’m going to fuck you.”

She didn’t think that would be a problem. As she got on her knees and pulled her husband from his pants, all Lana considered was how much this was turning her on.

From enraged that she finally found the evidence that her husband was cheating on her, to this… how else could Lana explain her marriage?
I barely understand it sometimes.
To think that she grew up with the image of men and women being too bored with each other to do this sort of thing. To think she thought her frolic in college would be the most excitement she ever got.
I’d turn in the gangbang and all that if it meant I got to keep Ken for the rest of my life.
Even down there, on her knees, she felt like she did nothing but adore him and the body he offered up whenever the mood struck them.

“That’s it.” Ken pushed her hair out of the way as she took him into her mouth, stretching her jaw and stretching her small mouth so she could take his hardening shaft and the precum starting to drip from his tip.

Is this better? Am I making it better?
Lana didn’t know how to shower her husband with affection in any other way. She only knew sexual liberties like sucking him off, playing with other people for his amusement, and feeling him take her every which way imaginable. If someone told her ten years ago that she would not only stay married to Ken for so long, but also have more sex with him than anyone else…
I’d clock you.

“Good girl.” Ken steadied her as he sat in his chair, content to let her do all the work now. Lana knelt between his legs and pleasured him. His tip was thick in her throat, but not as thick as the rest of him filling her mouth and begging to take it in a few quick strokes. She kept him at bay by wrapping her hand firmly around his base. “You’re amazing, Lana.”