Taming A Billionaire

Chapter 467 - Four Hundred And Sixty-seven: Grandfather

Chapter 467 - Four Hundred And Sixty-seven: Grandfather

The third point of view:

"Hi pretty,"

Anabelle was woken up from her sleep by a pretty face. A satisfied smile curved her face, this was heaven on earth.

"Hi there, yourself," her hands traced his jaw. Never had she imagined that she would be this happy one day.

Julie leaned down to kiss her but she instantly pressed her lips together. Julie's brows raised questioningly, "What?"

"Morning breath," She murmured, now palming her mouth.

"I don't care,"

"I do care,"

"Fine, we'd brush together. Doing things normal couples do," Julie said and before she could reply, lifted her off her feet.

"Julie!" She screamed from the suddenness.

"What?" He pretended to be ignorant, carrying her to the bathroom before he pulled her down.

"Don't," He cupped her face and brushed his nose against her skin when she tried to protest, "Let's just brush,"

And just like that, both couples spent the next twenty minutes fooling around with brushing. Although they had to bathe separately to prevent the temptation of, you know, "doing the inevitable" it was almost two hours before they were done with the necessities.

"Julie stop!" Anabelle giggled as the boy tickled her. Although she knew her parents would be worried about her right now- she had overstayed at Julie's place - she didn't give a damn. This moment between them felt so right and she had to take full advantage of it.

"So you agree that I'm the world's most handsome?" he still tickled her.

"Fine, fine, you're the most handsome guy I've ever met," She gave up.

However, her breath caught in her throat when she realized Julie was hovering over her, their eyes met and it seemed like someone stole her breath?that moment. The air between them charged and it was all Julie needed to lean down and claim her lips.

Anabelle parted her lips for him, moaning as Julie's tongue intruded while his hands crept inside her clothes. She shivered when his hands traced her skin, traveling further to her belly button, deepening the kiss as she moaned in pleasure.

Her hands threaded through his hair, pulling him flush against her just as a knock came on the door. However, Julie still didn't pull up, he deepened the kiss that Anabelle had to push him away to catch her breath.

"Julie, someone's on the door,"

"I had them prepare breakfast and bring it up here," He said, still trailing kisses down her neck. His appetite was insatiable.

"Seriously, I need food, Julie!" Anabelle pushed him back to the bed, straddling him.

"You could eat me," He offered, flipping Anabelle to the side and mounting her this time.

"Nice offer, but no. I want food. Real food," Anabelle emphasized and tried to roll him over again but Julie stood his ground.

She grunted, trying to flip him over, all to no avail.

"Are you done?" Julie was smug, watching her struggle. He was enjoying this show of strength.

"Fine, you're stronger. Now, give me food," Anabelle gave in, and thankfully, he listened.

"Thank you," Julie accepted the food from the maid and shut the door before she could say a word. He was going to stay the whole day with Anabelle and prove to her how special she was to him. No one was going to disrupt their special day.

"Ooh, Fried rice and chicken, my favorite," Anabelle practically salivated at the sight of it, "How did you know that?"

"Well, I have some reliable sources," Was all Julie said. After this, he was going to reward the triple trouble for their hard work.

Julie laid the food served on a?tray on the bed as he climbed in as well, "Dig in," He handed the spoon to her.

"You're not eating?" she asked since there was only one spoon.

"Of course, I'm eating. You'll be serving me," he grinned sheepishly.

Anabelle was stunned, she couldn't help but feel Julie's shamelessness matched someone close to her. Thinking about it, he reminded her greatly of… Uncle Niklaus!! Oh boy.

"What?" Julie was confused when he sensed the sudden change in her demeanor.

"Nothing," Anabelle faked a smile at him, but inwardly, her head was a battlefield. Uncle Niklaus was once a player like Julie, yet he changed because of?Reina. Was that possible for her as well? Was she the Reina to Julie?

Julie could sense something was suddenly off with Anabelle but he didn't say anything when she began to feed him, flirting with him like earlier. Maybe he was thinking too much.

After the meal was done, both of them laid on the bed just staring at the ceiling. Anabelle turned to him saying, "You know you've never told me about your parents,"

He tensed up at once.

Anabelle noticed it.

"Did I say something wrong?" she couldn't help but ask.

Julie turned to her, propped up against his arms, "No, it's fine. It's been years already," he took a deep breath and began, "They died in a car accident when I was little. It was an organized death by an enemy gang. I was the only one who survived, my mother, made sure of it,"

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I just heard they died, no one told him how," Anabelle said to him, squeezing his arms affectionately.

"No, it's okay. I'm honestly over it. Their memories are quite hazy and save the fact I see them in photographs, I don't think I would even remember them. But then, it's years already,"

"You've suffered," Anabelle whispered.

"No, I'm good… Oh," Julie's breath changed when her hand trailed down to his chest, "I like where this is going," he chuckled when Anabelle pulled him closer and straddled him.

"Shut up," Anabelle ground her hips against his arousal through his pants and heard him hiss from pleasure. Honestly, she was nervous, but she knew was doing the right thing. Hopefully.

Her lips swooped down on his and this time, she kissed Julie with fervor. Even if he doesn't like her, she would make him hers.

Julie's groan of pleasure invigorated her as she ground against him. Lost in pleasure, none of them paid heed to the knock on the door. And it wasn't until the door was forced open that they broke apart.

Angered at being interrupted by the maids, he presumed, Julie bellowed,

"Who the hell dares to - !" he froze.

"Grandfather?"

Crap.