Surprise Marriage to a Billionaire
Chapter 245: The Boss

Chapter 245: The Boss

Alexander smiled as he admired the painting his wife had created for him. "I wonder if there’s anything my beautiful wife can’t do," he mused, his voice filled with warmth. His eyes sparkled as he glanced over at Rain, who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

Her painting was remarkable, especially for someone who wasn’t a professional. It didn’t depict his face exactly but captured a vague silhouette of his profile. The essence of him was unmistakable, and his heart swelled with pride and admiration for her talent.

He let out a heavy sigh, practically devouring her with his gaze. He gently covered her with a quilt, but the thought of her bare skin beneath it stirred his desire once more.

"I wonder if this is ever normal," he murmured, unaware of the words spilling from his lips. It was impossible to stop thinking about her.

Every moment spent together ignited a longing to make love, yet he was conscious of her health, especially since it was her first time and she was still sore. Even though she seemed so inviting and eager, he knew he needed to be considerate.

"I should let her have a whole day of rest at least," he resolved. He picked up a blank canvas and sketched his wife while she slept. He found he was better at sketching than painting.

He was nearly finished when his mobile phone rang. Alexander frowned; it was past midnight. The frown deepened as he glanced at the caller ID... Carla.

Hesitating, he finally decided to answer. "Hello?"

"Alexander," came her voice, sobbing.

"What is it?" he asked casually.

"It’s the first time you forgot my birthday. I waited until midnight, but the day passed without a word from you. Do I not matter anymore, even as a friend? How could you be so heartless, not even leaving a message or a voicemail if you were busy?" she slurred, clearly drunk.

"Are you drunk? I’ll call Renzo to-"

"No, I’m not drunk! Every year, you send me flowers and chocolates on my birthday, even after we broke up! You did that for five years!" she retorted, her voice rising.

Alexander frowned. He hadn’t been the one behind those gifts... his cousin, Alyssa, had taken it upon herself to send them on his behalf, despite his protests.

Taking a deep breath, he replied, "Carla, I’m sorry, but I’m with my wife right now. I want to celebrate her birthday with her, without any distractions. As for the gifts, it was Alyssa who sent them. I let her, just to avoid the fuss."

After a brief silence, he added firmly, "Also, I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t call me about things like this anymore. I’m married now, and I don’t want any misunderstandings between my wife and me. Please respect that, Carla. Don’t call me like this again. I don’t want it."

With that, he ended the call and let his gaze drift back to Rain. How ironic... both Rain and Carla shared the same birthday. They were born on the same day, the same year, an uncanny coincidence he hadn’t considered until now.

Unknown to Alexander, Rain had awakened when his mobile phone rang, though she kept her eyes closed. She could clearly hear him speaking and couldn’t help but smile at how he handled the situation with his ex-girlfriend. It filled her with a sense of satisfaction to hear him stand firm.

However, a flicker of annoyance soon surfaced. How could that woman still disturb her husband in the middle of the night over something so trivial? Did she really think Alexander was still available? It felt so disrespectful.

With that thought in mind, Rain realized that Carla Cartier would likely cause trouble in the future, especially since she was planning to return soon.

’I should prepare myself for the drama,’ Rain thought, knowing that Carla was a world-renowned celebrity adored by countless fans. Not to mention, she came from a respected background that only amplified her influence.

Slowly, Rain opened her eyes, only to see Alexander gazing intently at her. "Are you dreaming?" he asked, joining her on the bed.

"Huh?" she murmured sleepily.

"Well, you were smiling and then frowning. I thought you were having a nice dream... or maybe a nightmare," he teased.

Rain chuckled, pulling him closer as she snuggled into his arms. "Why are you still awake?" she asked, resting her cheek against his chest, comforted by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"Couldn’t sleep," he replied. "So I sketched you while you were resting. You’re beautiful even when you’re asleep."

She smiled, hugging him tightly. "Well, go to sleep now. We’ve got work tomorrow."

He laughed softly. "I can always skip work whenever I want, Rain."

"Oh, right," she replied, rolling her eyes with a smile. "I almost forgot... you’re the Boss! Must be nice."

Alexander moved, gently shifting her so he could look into her eyes. "But isn’t it nice to be the Boss?" he asked, his tone playful as he studied her expression.

Rain frowned in confusion. "I’m not the Boss! I’m just an employee... who might rank up to be a judge one day," she grinned.

"Silly," he murmured with a roguish smile, "you’re already the Boss. Aren’t you ’my’ boss?"

Rain’s cheeks flushed, her heart skipping a beat. "I’m at your mercy, didn’t you know that, my adorable wife?" he added with a glint in his eye.

She swallowed, face heating at his words, but couldn’t help smiling as she realized that to him, she was indeed the one in control of his heart.

Rain wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, brushing a gentle kiss over his lips. "It’s nice knowing I’m your boss," she murmured against his lips with a mischievous smile. "You said it yourself, so don’t complain if I decide to exercise my authority now and then."

Alexander chuckled, though he was clearly restraining himself. "Let’s get some sleep. You need it," he whispered, pulling her into his arms as he shifted to spoon her from behind.

She smirked, catching his hand and guiding it over her waist and up to her breast. "But you’re hard," she teased.

"Rain..." he murmured, his voice gravelly, though his hand lingered where she’d placed it. "You’re still sore; I don’t want to hurt you."

She turned her head slightly, her smile soft but inviting. "I’ll let you know if it’s too much," she whispered, savoring the way his hand slowly began to respond.