Charmed by the Billionaire CEO
Chapter 125: We need to stop

Chapter 125: We need to stop

Country X

Sitting inside the luxurious suite, the man on the couch sipped the drink in his hand. His eyes were focused on the news flashing on the television screen, and his lips suddenly curled up.

Taking out the phone, he called his assistant," It’s time to go," saying he ended the call, and his eyes darkened.

"Can’t wait to see you, Tristan," he said and gulped down the wine before getting up and leaving the room.

*****

Knight mansion

Ashley woke up after taking a nap and found Tristan sitting on the couch, busy working.

"I thought you were on break," she complained when she saw that he didn’t even realize she was awake.

Tristan heard her and raised his eyes, looking at her and pouting at him. Letting go of his laptop, Tristan walked to the bed and helped her sit.

"I thought I would be done before you woke up. But guess I was wrong," he said, tucking the hair strand behind her ear and smiling.

Ashley didn’t make a fuss and leaned forward, resting her head on his shoulder. Her small action made his smile even broader, and he asked," Why is my wife acting all cute."

Ashley just wanted to snuggle him because she fell asleep as soon as she lay on the bed, and now that she was awake, she just wanted to lean on him.

"Because I need your attention," she said.

Tristan didn’t say a word and let her rest her head on his shoulder until she pulled back.

"Do you want to eat something?" he asked and saw her raise her head.

"Yes," she said, slowly moving her face into his neck." I want to eat you" her words made the man stiff on his seat and gulp.

Tristan already had blue balls because he hadn’t done his deed with his wife for a few days. He was considerate of her, knowing she was injured and had to heal. But Ashley didn’t seem to think the same.

Suddenly she felt her lips touch his skin, and he shivered. "A-ash, we can’t do this now. Your hand is hurt," he said slowly, trying to move away from his head.

"I know... but I can’t wait to taste you," she said desperately.

Ashley suddenly felt her desire surge when his manly odor hit her nose, and she felt like losing her mind. She knew she was provoking him by playing this act, but she could help as this man beside her was irresistible.

Tristan was barely controlling himself and felt the last string of his self-control break. Turning his head, he watched his wife smile. she was seducing his inner devil, provoking it to come out and pounce on her.

"Don’t," he warned, still trying to keep his hand off her, but the next thing Ashley did was break his last bit of self-esteem. She didn’t listen to him and captured his lips taking him by surprise.

She ensured she didn’t use her right hand, snaked her left hand around his neck, and deepened the kiss. Lust clouded her mind; all she could think right now was to devour this man.

Tristan carefully circled her waist and kissed back with the same yearning. He wanted to fulfill her wish, but he knew he couldn’t. He couldn’t act recklessly knowing her condition. So before they could move any further, he pulled away.

"We need to stop," he said, resting his forehead on hers.

Ashley tried to calm her breath and raised her head. She could see how badly he wanted her but was controlling himself for her. Her stupid brain didn’t warn her before she seduced him, and now she felt bad for not being able to get to the end.

" I will get something to eat for you" without waiting for her response Tristan stood up and left.

Ashley turned red in embarrassment and sat on the bed until the bedroom door opened again, and she saw Tristan walk in with a tray in his hand.

"Mom made you some soup," he said and sat on the bed, placing the tray next to him.

There wasn’t any embarrassment on his face, which lightened her mood, and she relaxed.

"Here, open your mouth" bringing the spoon full of soup to her lips, he asked her to drink.

Ashley took a sip and soon finished the entire bowl before she wiped her mouth in contentment.

"Okay, now you rest. I will keep this in the kitchen and come," Tristan said and got up to leave when she stopped him.

"Tristan," there was a glint of sadness in her voice that made him turn at her immediately.

Ashley felt he was trying to avoid staying with her, which upset her.

"Are you ignoring me now?" she asked, taking him by surprise.

Tristan didn’t expect her to guess it.

Yes, he was trying to sneak out because he couldn’t promise how long he would be sane in front of her. After what she did, he badly needed to release, which is what he did after walking out of the room.

Luckily no one saw how fast he rushed into his study and entered the restroom spilling his seed out and cleaning himself.

He saw the sadness in her eyes that broke his resolve, and he answered, clearing the misunderstanding." No!..I won’t ever do that to you, Ash," he said, sitting back.

Keeping the tray aside, he cupped her face and looked deep into her eyes," How can you even think I would ignore you" he said, making her whine.

"Then why are you avoiding talking with me? Was it because of what I did earlier" she asked?

Ashley knew it was a wrong move for her to tempt him, knowing how badly he loses when she seduces him. How can she do such a thing? She cursed.

Tristan heaved a defeated sigh and rested their forehead together," I lose myself whenever you are around Ash. It’s like, just your mere presence is enough to turn me on."

Ashley looked at him and saw how badly he was trying to keep calm around her and what she did, she gave him a tough time.

"It’s just that I don’t want to hurt you by acting recklessly just because I want you. For me, your health and your safety come first."

Tristan could keep on taking cold showers if days like this happen again. He wanted to keep himself in control, knowing his wife’s needs.

"I am sorry..." Ashley felt terrible for him. She shouldn’t have acted that way, ignoring her situation.

"But I promise to make it up to you once my hand is healed," she declared, making him smile.

"I am just waiting for that day to come soon" Tristan felt a little better, and he pinched the tip of her nose before pecking her lips.

****

Sitting inside his cabin Noah was pondering on Alice’s thoughts. He didn’t want to think that way, but Alice’s behavior disturbed him.

’Why would she lie to me?’ He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

That day when he saw Dylan’s message on her cellphone, he felt strange. Noah knew Alice was in charge of the pre-wedding shoot but wasn’t it already done, and she had even handed over the copies? Then why was he still in touch with her?

He didn’t want to doubt his intentions, but the way he kept staring at Alice made him think he was interested in her.

"Why did he text her and ask her to meet him?" he frowned, recalling how Alice lied that time.

His eyes darkened, thinking about whether she was planning to meet him because the way she lied only made him ponder that way.

"You are thinking way too much, Noah. Alice is not that type of person. You have been with her," he tried to make himself understood.

Maybe he called her because he had worked with her and was only overthinking.

Brushing off his thought, Noah focused his attention on his work when his phone began to buzz. It was Alice who texted him.

[I will be late, so don’t come to pick me up and return safely home]

Am frown marred his forehead reading the message, and suddenly, he felt his chest heavy.

’No...no, don’t go that way again,’ he thought as his mind drifted to the thought he had just ignored.

****

Keeping her phone aside, Alice began to work. She had some drafts that she wanted to sort, which would take some time for her.

She knew Noah would come to pick her up as soon as he finished his work, so she informed him beforehand about her work.

Her eyes were fixed on the screen when her phone buzzed, and she smiled at Noah’s message.

[ Okay, call me when you are done. And don’t overwork- Smiley emoji] a smile appeared on her face, and she looked back at the screen when she again received a message.

Thinking it was again Noah, she immediately picks the phone to reply to him, but her eyes narrowed when she saw it wasn’t Noah who had texted her. It was Dylan who had texted her.

Dylan’s constant bugging pissed Alice. In these two days, she had blocked him many times. But every time, he would text her using a different, which was too frustrating.