Married To The Vengeful Billionaire Chapter 27
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🔸(His Sweet Torture)🔸
Alejandro was seated in his car, on the way back to the mansion, when he noticed a treats shop. The first thing that came to his mind was Camila and how her face brightens whenever she sees chocolate.
“Stop here,” he ordered his driver, Peter.
Peter stopped the car, looking confused as he watched Alejandro open the car door and step out, heading toward the treats store.
“What is wrong with him?” Peter asked himself.
Alejandro stepped into the store, feeling uncomfortable with how small the place was compared to the supermarkets he was used to shopping in.
“Good evening, sir. We were about to close,” the saleswoman, who looked about 40, approached him with a polite smile. “But don’t worry, I can help you. Are you looking for something for your wife, your mom, or your sister?” she asked briskly.
“Brett, get a chair for our customer,” she shouted. It was the first time a rich man had walked into their little store, and she didn’t want to scare him away.
“There’s no need,” Alejandro stopped Brett from approaching. “I just need your best chocolate, something that can help a woman forget she’s on her period,” he said.
“There are different kinds of chocolate that can brighten the mood, but I’ll give you my very best,” she smiled and turned to Brett. “Get the happy chocolate,” she ordered him.
Brett nodded and returned a few minutes later with a chocolate.
“Trust me, sir, your wife won’t be able to have just one bite, so I’d advise you to get two,” she tried to convince him.
Alejandro didn’t need convincing. “Give me ten,” he said casually, causing the woman’s eyes to widen.
“Ten?” she repeated, making sure she heard correctly.
“Ten, and if my wife likes it, I’ll come back to buy the whole shop,” Alejandro looked serious, though one might think he was joking.
She quickly packed the chocolates and packaged them for him. Alejandro didn’t waste a second to pay before leaving.
“Brett, he just bought ten!” she turned to Brett, surprised.
“I saw, and that’s Isabella’s brother-in-law, Mom,” Brett replied.
“Your new friend Isabella?” the woman asked.
“Hmm,” Brett nodded.
“If this is her brother-in-law, then she must be very rich.”
“She’s perfect, Mom,” Brett smiled.
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Alejandro returned to the mansion to find Camila sitting on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her legs as she watched TV.
“Why aren’t you asleep yet?” he asked as he approached her.
“I was waiting for you so we could have dinner together,” she replied simply, not taking her eyes off the TV screen.
“You were waiting for me? Does this mean you’ve forgiven me?” he asked with hopeful eyes.
“Have you been trying to gain my forgiveness?” Camila narrowed her eyes at him.
“Did I say that?” Alejandro cleared his throat and handed her the bags of chocolate. “It’s called happy chocolate; you can’t have just one bite, so I bought many,” he said. She happily took the bags at the sight of the chocolate.
“I’ve never seen this one before; it looks different,” she said, opening the packaging and tasting it.
“Urgh, this is so good,” she moaned happily.
“I’m starting to think you’re doing this on purpose,” Alejandro frowned.
“Doing what?”
“Making those sounds, knowing well that it affects me. Seems like you want me to strip off those clothes and use them to tie your hands and legs to the bed,” he said seriously, and Camila was taken aback.
“Can I not do anything?” she asked, unable to help but ask.
“Anything that will torture me, wifey,” he winked before going upstairs to change.
Camila couldn’t get the wink out of her mind. It was the first time she had seen him do something other than frown or smirk, and he looked deadly handsome.
A little while later, Alejandro came downstairs with a phone to his ear. He looked tired of the noises in the background, and Camila could tell it was his grandparents.
“Camila, my dear, how are you doing?” the old woman’s face on the screen asked Camila.
“Hi, Grandma, good evening. I’m doing fine,” Camila flashed a sweet smile.
“Manuel, look at her; she’s so pretty. Our grandson has good taste in women,” Selena put the phone to an old man’s face, whom Camila recognized as Alejandro’s grandfather.
“My grandson got his taste from me,” Manuel said proudly as he brushed his white long beard with his hands, while Alejandro rolled his eyes at his grandfather.
“My dear, Alejandro told us you’re sick. Is it a fever?” Selena looked worried.
“Is it malaria?” Manuel added, and Camila couldn’t help but give Alejandro a questioning look.
“I’m not sick, Grandma and Grandpa. I’m just on my period,” Camila replied.
“You’re sure you’re not sick?” Manuel asked.
“It’s different, Manuel. Being on your period doesn’t necessarily mean you’re sick,” Selena explained to her husband.
“What is the difference exactly? Do you remember back then when we were young? You’d never get up from the bed because your period kicked in. You were always groaning, crying, craving different things, and I always had to service you to reduce the cramps,” Manuel said.
“Hey!” Selena hit him.
“Don’t ‘Manuel’ me. Our grandkids are no longer children. Alejandro, come closer,” Manuel took the phone from Selena, calling Alejandro, who tiredly answered him.
“Do you know good sex can help with cramps? If your wife’s pain gets too much, then do your work so it reduces,” Manuel said.
“Noted, Grandpa,” Alejandro nodded attentively, while Camila’s cheeks grew pink. Alejandro’s grandfather was just as ignorant as him because how could he even say that without flinching?
“Thank you for your advice, Grandpa, but I have to go now. My wife and I haven’t had dinner yet,” Alejandro informed them.
“Eating is very important, especially for women on their period. I know your wife must crave lots of sweet things, but don’t spoil her too much. Chocolates add to the cramps,” Selena advised.
“No, it does not,” Camila pouted.
“Selena, let them be now. Make sure to take care of your wife, Alejandro. Goodbye,” Manuel quickly ended the call, and whatever happened next was no longer Alejandro’s business.
“You heard Grandma. Ditch the chocolate, because if you cry from cramps, then I’m taking you to the bed and fucking you till daybreak,” he smirked, and Camila couldn’t resist throwing a pillow at him.
“Why are you so raw?” she asked, squeezing her face as she made her way to the dining room for dinner.
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TO Be Continued
