(Not) The Billionaire’s Replacement Bride

Ariana tilted her head as Gerald lowered his and began to kiss her lips. At first, it was slow, just a small peck, a first taste before the kiss turned into a passionate exchange that involved a battle of tongues.

Their hands didn’t stop touching each other. Ariana couldn’t stop touching Gerald’s skin, and vice versa. When they were completely undressed, Ariana wrapped her arms around Gerald’s neck and her legs around his waist. They continued kissing as Gerald guided their bodies onto the bed.

He laid Ariana down slowly, starting to explore her body with his lips. Kisses and sucks in places that made Ariana moan, groan, and writhe. Until Ariana couldn’t hold back her desire anymore. She turned, pulling Gerald’s body and flipping him onto the bed. Then, she climbed on top of him and began to unite their bodies.

Time passed incredibly slowly in Ariana’s room. The smell of sweat. The sound of their heavy breathing. Moans and even cries they couldn’t suppress. Because Gerald knew, although the room wasn’t soundproof, they were alone there. No one would enter because he had locked them both inside.

And Ariana, she didn’t care anymore. She didn’t even care about the people who might be waiting downstairs, needing her help. What she knew right now was that she just wanted to enjoy this hot and exhilarating moment for her own satisfaction.

Their desires were so overwhelming that one round didn’t seem to be enough. After their sweat had cooled, and their breaths started to return to normal, they engaged in the same act again, with different positions and places. Ariana wasn’t even ashamed to do it in the bathroom or in front of the TV where she had seen Gerald sitting earlier. Because truth be told, ever since she saw her husband sitting there looking refreshed, Ariana felt her own passion skyrocketing.

They worshiped each other. They liked each other’s bodies. Until eventually, when the clock showed past five, Ariana and Gerald surrendered due to exhaustion.

They both lay back on the bed. They didn’t wear anything under the blanket that covered their bodies up to their chests. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Ariana asked. She lay facing Gerald with her head resting on her husband’s arm.

Gerald looked at his wife and raised the corner of his mouth. “After the hot rounds we’ve done repeatedly, do you really doubt my health?” he countered.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Ariana frowned. “Are you sure you’re not taking Viagra?” she asked again. Choosing to rise and lie on her stomach but still facing Gerald.

Gerald responded to that question with laughter. “So, do you think I called Vivan here to bring me enhancers?” he asked. Ariana shrugged. Gerald played with his wife’s beautiful loose hair. “Darling, men my age are currently in their prime. So you should keep up. Don’t let yourself collapse because I usually ravish you.” He said casually.

Ariana punched his chest hard enough to make a loud noise. But instead of complaining about the pain, Gerald laughed.

Ariana got up. Covering her body with the blanket they used. “Where are you going?” Gerald asked, curious.

“To shower,” Ariana replied flatly. When Gerald got up, Ariana looked at him sharply. “Don’t even think about following me, Mr. Aarzu. Everything is done here. Maghrib is coming soon, and the restaurant will start filling up again with customers.” She threatened because she knew what was on her husband’s mind.

Gerald responded to the threat with his chuckle. Ariana entered her bathroom. Taking off the blanket outside the door before closing it.

After they finished their Maghrib duties, Ariana decided to go downstairs and back to the kitchen. Some of her employees had changed into their fresh clothes. And it had become their habit to clean up before Maghrib and prepare to serve dinner guests in the restaurant.

“The smell seems suspicious,” Jody teased when Ariana started preparing to cook.

Ariana glared at her friend but chose to ignore her. “Shut up, you, or you might get emotional,” Ariana replied sarcastically. Jody laughed at her response.

“So, who are you making that for? There aren’t any guests here yet,” “For myself. I’m hungry too,” Ariana replied honestly.

“Yeah, right, of course you’re hungry. How many rounds was that upstairs?” Jody teased again.

Ariana looked at her friend again. Her eyes narrowed, looking at Jody sharply. Jody raised her hands. Her index finger pointed to her neck. “Better, hide those hickeys of yours. Whatever you put on, do it before the kids see.” She said again, laughing.

Ariana was wide-eyed. She then covered her neck with the collar of her new shirt. Although she wasn’t sure if it helped. “Damn you!” she exclaimed. But Jody just laughed out loud, hearing her friend’s curse.

Seafood fried rice in a large portion was ready. She carried the fried rice out of the kitchen and was quite surprised to see Gerald sitting at the bar table, talking to Amber and Adel. He seemed familiar with both of them, as if they already knew each other. Ariana approached. “Is there a reunion going on here?” she asked Amber, Adel, and Gerald. The two of them looked silent when Ariana was there. And that clearly made Ariana suspicious that she was the topic of conversation.

Ariana shrugged. “Well, I seem to disturb. Maybe you were talking about me. And because I was there, you all became silent,” she said. She walked away from the bar table. Choosing to take the large plate of fried rice back upstairs. Gerald, who knew his wife was changing her mood, followed her.

“Don’t do that.” Gerald wrapped his arms around Ariana’s waist and took the plate from her hands. “Why are you leaving like that?” he continued.

Ariana shrugged. “Well, maybe I disturb. Who knows, you might be talking about me. And because I was there, you all became silent,” Ariana said again. She opened the door to her room. Walked all the way to the small fridge there and took a cold drink from it before walking to the sofa. Gerald, who had placed the plate on the table, now reached for the bottle of drink in Ariana’s hand and also placed it next to the plate. After that, he put his hands on both sides of Ariana’s waist and pulled her closer. Ariana tried to keep some distance between them by folding her elbows in front of Gerald’s chest.

“We weren’t talking about you,” Gerald said softly, trying to persuade her. “Are you sure?” Ariana raised an eyebrow. Looking at Gerald in disbelief.

Gerald smiled cunningly. “Okay, we were talking about you,” he admitted. But when Ariana tried to move away, Gerald’s hands tangled behind Ariana’s back, so she couldn’t escape. “Amber and Adel suspect that I’m not sick. But they said, maybe I’m craving something,” Gerald said with a smile that never left his face.

“Craving?” Ariana still furrowed her brow in confusion.

“Yes. Craving. You know, pregnant, craving,” Gerald replied.

“I know what craving is,” Ariana said curtly. “But how can men have cravings?”