Taming A Billionaire

Chapter 653 - Six Hundred And Fifty-Three: His Wife

Chapter 653 - Six Hundred And Fifty-Three: His Wife

The third point of view:

Isabella knew Pedro was romantic but he really went all out on their date tonight. He emptied a high-end restaurant for the duration of their?date. Not that she was complaining, Isabella naturally enjoyed a quiet and peaceful ambiance since she he had a habit of figuring out people hence she hated working her brains all the time.

The waiters were all on standby and their table was lavish and beautiful as it was decorated with candle lights and flowers. It was as if she was staring at something out of a cheesy movie - and that was not her type of date. This was something Anabelle would like, she concluded.

However, Isabella was not complaining, Pedro had made time out of his busy schedule to prepare this great date, the least she could do was to enjoy it. Moreover, she was curious to know what was so interesting about this kind of date.

Pedro was dressed impeccably as usual. He wore a crisp white shirt that had not even a trace of wrinkles and the three top buttons were left open giving her a peak view of his taut chest.

Isabella readjusted her position on her seat feeling quite uncomfortable somewhere but it was nothing she couldn't handle. However, she chuckled inwardly, Pedro was trying really hard. She was not a fool to think he forgot to button up; he was trying to seduce her.

He still had not come to terms with her?"no intimacy between them until our wedding night," rule. Pedro thought she had been joking and intentionally gave in the first night and then attempted the second night, only to get disappointed. She wouldn't even be surprised if this sudden date was all part of a big plan to get into her tonight. It's quite unlucky he would only get disappointed.

Not thwarted by his sly advances, Isabella continued to drink in the sight of her fiancée. His blonde hair was brushed to his nape today, emphasizing his strong jawline and cheekbones. This was once a boy she had known with his adorable cheeks and innocent blue eyes, but now, he was a man and all hers.

"A penny for your thought," Pedro said, breaking her trance.

She interlocked her fingers and leaned her jaw on it saying, "Admiring God's finest creature, am I not permitted to do so?"

"Really?" Pedro chuckled, mirth in his eyes as he took a sip of his wine, unlike his fiancée who opted for water instead. They were enjoying their first course and Isabella had done more staring than eating.

"Yes," she took a deep breath, "And you can keep staring at my boobs, it's all yours," she stated proudly just as Pedro took another sip, looking away this time.

Yes, just like Pedro, she was prepared as well. What was the saying again? Ahh, two can play the game, can't they?

Isabella was wearing a printed deep v-neck blouse with sleeves and paired with her purple cargo Pants and sneakers while her hair was pulled into a ponytail revealing her long and delicate neck that Pedro hadn't been able to take his eyes off - aside from her boobs of course.

As if that wasn't enough, she wore a pendant that dangled on her cleavage and would swing across from time to time whenever she moved, as if tempting Pedro to come to get it.

Sigh, Isabella was a great temptress.

Isabella smirked at the blush that crept up Pedro's face upon her statement. It was cute.

"Fine, you win," Pedro said and moved to button up his shirt but Isabella stopped him.

"Don't disrupt the great view," She smirked, "It's a healthy dose to my imagination,"

Pedro rolled his eyes and then pulled out his handkerchief, and stood up from his seat. Getting to her, he leaned down and used the handkerchief to cover her exposed cleavage.

"What are you doing?" Isabella was stunned by his move. She had not expected that from him - and was hoping to torture him the more.

"Keeping my sanity for christ's sake," He arranged the handkerchief so that her entire chest was covered. There was nothing for him to see anymore - including the irritating pendant.

Isabella frowned at him and she moved to remove it but Pedro seized her hand, saying, "Unless you want me to bend you over this table and fuck your brain out, I'd suggest you don't move that," He warned her.

However, that was a mistake, Pedro realized when he saw the glint in her eyes. He had forgotten that Isabella was a thrill seeker and would dare him to the end.

He said immediately before she could react, "Please don't, "Pedro gulped, "Unless you want to see me die of a boner, "

"Fine," Isabella said to Pedro who released a long breath he was holding.

Pedro sat back on his seat with relief, he swore Isabella would be the death of him.

His reaction only made Isabella laugh.

"How do you even do that?" He couldn't help but ask.

"Do what?"

"Stay unaffected by my seduction. I was hoping that you would pounce on me already..." he came closer to whisper, " I already had a room prepared for us in case you can't wait ,"

"Oh really?" Isabella's brows arched at that statement. Her boyfriend was indeed a master indeed.

"How? I'm serious, tell me. I would love to know my wife's secret," He leaned back into his seat, awaiting her answer.

Isabella's heart went pit-a-pat at the mention of "wife". It sounded cheesy but she liked him calling her that. It gave her a sense of intimacy; Pedro was hers and she was his as well.

"Well, since you're so interested to learn from your wife," she started, "Then you should know that it's all the power of the mind," she gestured to her brain.

"Oh," Pedro nodded like an obedient just as the waiter began to serve their second course. However, he was not distracted, his eyes fixed on the movement of her sensual mouth.

"Your central nervous system controls and directs every action carried by other parts of your body. And once you get a good grasp of that, with sheer determination, you can even command yourself not to feel pain when you're injured. With that kind of restraint, you can vividly imagine your member going inside of me without acting upon your urge, "

Unfortunately, the poor waiter who was serving them at the moment choked on his saliva. What the fuck was going on here?

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