Taming A Billionaire

Chapter 286 - Two Hundred And Eighty-six: Barren Wife

Chapter 286 - Two Hundred And Eighty-six: Barren Wife

Emily's point of view

When I said I needed to leave for the city, I didn't mean with him.

After I missed Ahmed at the hospital, I was ready to schedule a flight back home knowing he was returning - what would he do here anyway? But then, Judy suggested sending me back in his private jet which I rejected - even the queen agreed with me, how encouraging.

But Judy had always been a headstrong man, who would not give up until he got what he needed. So that was how I?ended up with him in this private jet, our son left to be catered to by the ever willing Cecil, the queen, and the rest of the royal assemblage. Akim would have a blast - that waa for sure - the queen would spoil him rotten.

"You shouldn't have come with me," I told straightforwardly, "I can handle this by myself,"

"Your marriage is currently on sinking sand because of me, the least I can do is to explain to your unreasonable possessive husband that you never lied to him," he said blandly

I bet he didn't even mean that.

"He's not unreasonable but furious, any man would have been in that state - you included," I?pointed out.

"No," Judy said, surprising me, "I wouldn't have done that if I was in his shoe. I trust and know what you're capable of doing. I would have calmed and listened to your excuse at least before storming off like that,"

I was dumbfounded by his words, and no matter how much I tried to deny it, his words indeed made sense. If Ahmed trusted me, he should have known what I was capable of doing or not hence making a good conclusion out of the situation.

"If I were him," Judy continued, but this time his gaze held mine and I couldn't take my eyes off. I was spellbound by that alluring grey eyes of his; I lost myself in there, "I would be smart enough to know that the woman I love would not betray me but rather keep our baby safe no matter the difficulty in her path or if I'm alive or not...."

Wait a minute, why does this sound familiar? Why had he diverted into another topic altogether? No, this had to stop.

I pulled my gaze away but he grabbed my face; turning my chin to him gently, careful not to hurt me while his hands caressed my cheeks lightly like the stroke of a feather.

"I'm sorry I'm late Emily but I'm very much still interested in you," He confessed.

I gulped, swallowing my saliva with great difficulty. I was not going to lie, I had premeditated a moment like this ever since he started checking me out with those longing eyes.

"Is this supposed to seduce me or what?" I asked, trying hard not to show I was affected by those sugary words.

He chuckled, the deep rumble making me shiver, he leaned closer and whispered into my ears, "If I wanted to seduce you, you know where you would be by now,"

Yeah, on his bed, wet and ready. Christ! Emily! What in the world are you thinking about?

I turned to answer him appropriately but that only brought my face closer to his, our noses touching.

I had never been tempted in my entire life than now. With this proximity, I just had to tilt my head a little, and boom! Our lips are connected.

To make matters, Judy enticed me, "Come on, Emily, I know you want me," his breath hit my ears, I grabbed my skirt tight, "I can't do anything without you giving me the permission,"

Just like a vampire being tempted with blood, Judy was blood to me and I was insanely tempted to drink him.

"I'm sorry but I'm a married woman," I pulled away with an audible gasp. How could staying away from a man - an insanely hot prince - be this difficult?

"You're not happy in that marriage" He argued.

"That is not your business. Now, leave me alone for the rest of this flight, or I'm going to find another seat," I warned him.

He wanted to quibble with me but my chin thrust forward defiantly, silencing him.

"Fine," He raised his hand in surrender. Case closed.

We arrived in the city faster than a normal flight would but to my greatest surprise, Judy had already made a reservation for my transport.

"What are you doing?" I asked, seeing him enter the car too.

"Relax, I'd just take you to your destination. You should think of me as a backup in case things goes south,"

"I know what you're thinking but Ahmed has never abused me," I cleared the air.

"It's not only physically, Emily. You could be abused emotionally, psychologically, and from the look of things you've been -"

"Enough!" I barked at him, annoyed, "Can't you seriously wish me well in my marriage?"

"Fine, continue with your sinking ship," He turned his face the other way, vexed.

Thanks to that short argument, none of us talked to each other until I reached my destination.

"Don't you dare wait for me," I told him but he gave him a bored look. I had a feeling he was going to do the direct opposite of that, not that I cared anyway.

I shut the door close, heading into the magnificent building. Walking into the lobby, I headed to the elevator that led directly to his floor.

"Is my husband around?" I asked the receptionist who looked startled by my appearance.

"Ah, ye-no!" She stumbled over her words.

"Thank you, I'll go see him then, " I complimented her for spilling the truth.

"No, madam!" She rose from her desk, blocking my entrance into his office, "I'm sorry but he gave me specific instructions not to let you in,"

"Get out of my way," my voice was taut and low, hinting at the storm brewing inside of me.

"No, I'm sorry -"

Pah!

A loud cracking sound was heard as my hand connected with her face, I pushed her out of my way roughly.

I wasn't always like this but my anger has reached its boiling point. Also, this bimbo would not let me in unless I applied some action - I would apologize later.

I got into Ahmed's scrupulously clean office - he enjoyed tidiness - yet there was no sign of him. He must be in the adjacent room doing something important to him or blowing off some steam.

I spaced up and down his office, what was I going to say to him? This was too awkward. I was in that meditative state when his phone suddenly beeped, the screen lit up with a call.

Normally, I wouldn't have picked up his call knowing it could be one of his party members or an important personality trying to reach him but my curiosity was piqued when I saw the contact name, "Julie's mother,"

Call it my sixth sense or woman's instinct but I felt a feeling something wasn't right here. So I swiped up the screen, picked the call, and placed the phone against my ear.

"Seriously Ahmed! What do you think you're doing?" A woman's angry voice rang into my ears. She didn't even wait to hear a response from me, going ahead to bellow,

"Yesterday was Julie's two years birthday and you didn't dare to come?! Do you think I'm a fool to be given that pathetic excuse?! I'm the woman chosen for you by your grandparents to give you a suitable heir and occupy that position that your barren wife is controlling right now. You better visit me or I would release news of me being your baby mama, presidential election or not," she threatened.

At this point, I was incapable of speech; my lips trembled but no words came out of it. Tears filled my eyes and it was at that moment that Ahmed came into this room.

"What the hell are you…. " his gaze rested on the phone in my grip, the fire in his eyes intensified, " How dare you pick up -" then he saw the call going on.

"You are such a bastard," I hissed, the anger made my teeth clench together.

"Emily…." He tried to grab me but I reacted on instinct and struck him on the face.

"Don't you ever touch me, I'm so disgusted,"

"You're disgusted?" he scoffed, taking off his reading glasses, "Isn't that the same case with you? You lied to me about Akim's father being alive?"

"I never knew he was alive!" I screamed at his face, "My father was responsible for the incident, he survived by luck and has been in hiding all this while. We reunited by chance! I came here to explain that but it's obvious you have other plans!"

"Emily -"

"Don't Emily me!" I threw my head back, laughing mirthlessly, "You know I wanted to make this marriage work amid the cold shoulder from your grandparents and then you in the later years. I guess I was too blind to see I was being emotionally manipulated in this relationship just because you covered up my pregnancy,"

I took a deep breath," I don't want to talk any further but I hope to God I never see you again, Ahmed. Let's go our separate ways, "