Chapter 39 Ken is a Lira

<Shielyn>

He weakly smiles at me and kisses my forehead again.

“Because of me, you got a fever; brother Ethan told me that you finish all your work in Europe so you can go home early. You should be home by next month, but why does it take that long?” I whined.

I forgot that he told me he would stay there for a month or two. I thought he was joking then, so I didn’t take it seriously.

He chuckled softly.

“You should be home after three days or one week.” I am complaining to him.

Brother Ethan called Jase, too, for me to believe. Brother Jase told me that he had left unfinished work and rushed here.

They still have a business meeting needed to attend in Rome. They also lost the contract because Kier suddenly flew here, and brother Jase didn’t know about it.

“I am home now, baby.” He held my hand and intertwined it.

“I am home now.” It’s like he is saying that I am his home.

“But, please. Don’t repeat it.” He murmured; he was having a hard time saying that word. “Don’t divorce me again.” His eyes are begging. He dipped his face again into my neck, inhaling my scent.

His hug became tight.

“I don’t care if I will lose a contract and investor, but please, don’t leave me...” His voice is now begging.

“If you repeat it, I will make you pregnant, for you, do not divorce me. The day that you agreed to marry me, it means you agreed to be locked with me.” He said possessively.

Weirdly, I felt butterflies in my stomach.

We just woke up, and he is making me blush.

He makes me speechless.

He lay in bed for days, got up, and started to work again.

“Fuck! Conrad! It’s not my fucking fault. You are not fucking stupid, for god knows! I already lost a Billion dollars, and someone stole millions from my company. I was about to lose a hundred billion dollars!”

I am leaning at the door of his mini office, here, in his house.

He is working again.

“Tell Y if he didn’t stop his craziness about that woman, tell him, I will fucking wreck his neck!” He is so damn mad.

His madness makes my knees shake in fear.

Why is he mad? and he lost billions of dollars? That’s big?

“I will wait until evening to bring them back to his senses!” He is really short-tempered, and his patience is thin.

I lean more in the door to hear him clearly.

“Check my fucking account! This is not a piece of shit! We are talking about money here, not just a small amount but a hundred billion dollars!” He shouted.

I slowly opened the door, making him not notice me.

I peeked out the door.

The room was not too light, and I saw the veins in his neck and pulse when he shouted.

He looks pissed.

Pissed, it’s pissed when you call someone, right?

When I want to get his attention, I will say, pissed!

“Take care of our account! If you didn’t do it now! I will fucking burn your place!” He threatened.

“Huh! It’s not my damn problem. Conrad!” He became calm a little bit.

He ended the call furiously.

I open the door wide, and I let him see me.

"Brother Ethan told me you shouldn't work!" I whined.

He looked at me and sighed. He massages his temple.

I had been eyeing him and watching every action.

He placed his phone on the working table.

He signaled me to come to him. "Come here, baby." I didn't move, and I stayed in my position.

I am just staring at him. When he notices that I don’t have plans to follow him, he comes near me and pulls me to the sofa.

He sat and pulled me. He sits me on his hip.

“You’re not listening to me anymore.” He knocked on my forehead gently.

“Ouch!” I glared at him.

“Why are you always knocking on my head?!” I complain.

I didn’t hear any sorry from him, but he kissed it. “There, it is still hurt?” He asked gently. His other arm is in my waist, around it, and more likely, hugging me from it.

“This hurts too.” I pointed at my cheeks, and he kissed them wholeheartedly.

“This too.” I pointed at my chin. He kissed it too and my nose and lastly lips.

I pouted. “One more.” He kissed my lips. His hand on my waist supports me, and his other hand is cupping my face.

He pushes his tongue in my mouth and twirls it. I gasped between our kisses at what he did.

I tried to pull from the kiss, but he pulled me more.

I feel something on me that I don't understand. A voice came out of me suddenly. Kier’s tongue on mine is like searching for something.

I push him to stop; I can't breathe. He's sword fighting to my tongue.

I felt his one hand caressing my back. It sends millions of Voltage into my body. What is he doing to me?

This time I was the one who pulled him towards me.

I put my other hand on his tummy. I am searching for something. This is my chance to know if he has abs.

I really don't like abs.

He stops my hand from roaming his abdomen. He pulled from the kiss, but I tried to continue it. I frowned when he avoided his lips to me.

"You're getting deeper, baby." He said huskily.

We are both gasping for air.

I hid my face in his neck.

I tried to sneak my hand on his abdomen, but he caught it. I groaned in protest. "I need to tie your hands next time." He huskily murmurs. He's still catching his breath.

I hid my face in his neck and snaked my hands from it.

"Why did you stop?" I complain.

I felt him caressing my breath. "You're moaning. We shouldn't do that thing here." I felt him giving me kisses on my head.

It's hot. I feel so hot.

A long silence between us.

“You heard me, right?” He asked gently.

I look at him and nod. “You shouldn't be stressed, and why are you so harsh to everyone? Like, do it right! I don’t fucking care! I want it in the evening! Damn it! This is just a fucking simple task! Damn it! stupid!” I copied his tone and his expression.

He chuckled.

He fillips my mouth. “Don’t curse.”

I frowned, “but you are always cursing like it’s normal,” I reasoned.

“You are too innocent to say it, baby; I don’t want to hear you cursing; it’s bad..” He kissed the tip of my nose.

I stomped my feet, “You should tell yourself, you know that it’s bad, yet you keep saying it! That’s unfair!” I whined.

“Just listen to me.” He said authoritatively.

He pinched my nose a little bit, it’s not hurt, but it was gentle.

“Hmmph!” I pouted my lips, but he kissed them.

I run my finger in his hair. “You shouldn’t work too much,” I advised.

“I need, baby. How can I spoil you and give you a luxurious and comfortable life if I won’t work?”

I cross my arm on my chest, and he looks at it.

“But even if you are sick, you keep on working, c’mon, rest just for now; you won’t be a beggar for resting for days,” I cupped his face.

“Look at you; you look pale and not recovered yet," I cupped his face.

"You should have a rest. You worried me when you lost consciousness; you know I don’t know how to take care of a sick person,” I shake his shoulder.

“I can’t wait, for now, baby; the company might experience bankruptcy if I didn’t look after it. Someone stole money while I was away.”

So, what he said earlier was true.

“I don’t want to get stolen another million if I don't take action now.”

I look down.

“Am I bad?” I look at him again, “I just want you to rest because I was damn worried about you, about your health; I don’t want to be a widow.”

He played with my finger.

“You are too advanced; I won’t die yet; do you want me to die now?” He asks it innocently.

I chuckled.

“Hmm, what if yes?” I tease him.

He glares at him. “Joke!” I got my words back.

“Maybe, I should help you with the companies?” I asked slowly.

He stops from playing with my fingers. “I can handle it, don’t pressure yourself.” He forcibly smiles at me.

“You are my wife, and you just need to be with me, and I will do the rest; let me do the work. I don’t want to stress you. You are my Queen, so just focus on yourself.”

‘B-but, I want to help you.” I insist.

He put his forefinger on my lips, “don't be hard-headed, wife. Handling a company is too stressful and tiring; I don’t want you to stress yourself. I don’t want trouble either.”

I spunk his chest when he teases me.

“Just love yourself while I am loving you,” even though we were near each other, I didn't hear what he said. Maybe, I need to clean my ears too.

“Hey! I was not troubling you!” I yelled at him.

“Really?” He raised his eyebrow at me, “what about when you cry the whole day when you need to propose a new strategy and don't know what to write in your report? I remember.” He put his hand on his chin.

“I remember; I was the one who did all of it.” He grinned.