The Beautiful Billionaire

LINDEN

It was still surreal watching my father talking with Gustav. I didn’t think it would happen sooner, but looking at them getting along was fulfilling for me and Estelle.

“You okay?” Estelle placed her hand on my thigh under the table.

“Yeah. You?” I didn’t have to ask because I saw it in her eyes. She looked happy. This must have been her dream for a long time, not seeing her parents at each other’s throats.

Willa gave me a questioning look, sitting next to Dad.

I slightly shook my head and smiled.

“I’ve been to many restaurants, but your food has a distinct taste that I didn’t find anywhere. What’s the secret? Am I allowed to ask it?”

Dad chuckled. “It’s all the same. The ingredients we choose but how we prepare and cook are different.”

“I also try cooking at home if I have time, but not as close to good as this. Edible, though,” Gustav said.

“I can’t cook anything fancy, but I know a few pasta recipes. I just don’t have time, I guess.” Deirdre also enjoyed the menu.

I was glad Estelle came up with this family dinner idea, and we could do this once a month.

“Gabe can make a pretty mean breakfast.”

“The meanest breakfast,” my wife seconded Willa. “But he hasn’t made breakfast for me lately. When I say lately, it means months.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you missed my cooking.” I couldn’t help but smile. I didn’t know she anticipated my cooking. Good to know. “Well, wife, you will have it in the morning and after that for the rest of our lives.”

“Is that a promise?”

I noticed everyone was watching us.

“I don’t have to because I will do it for you. But yes, it’s a promise.”

“You don’t have to do that. I already appreciate everything you do for me.”

“Like what? Leaving me for the pillow.”

She wrinkled her nose, and I thought it was cute. She looked at my father to her parents before saying, “I can’t believe he bought me a pillow and gets jealous of it afterward.”

“Since you have that pillow, I feel like I become your non-existent husband. Do you notice I use it as my pillow to get near you?”

“Aw,” her mom reacted. “Poor Gabe.”

“Yeah, poor me, Deirdre. But she’s my wife, and I will do anything for her. If I could only take away her pain, I already did.”

Willa just had a teary eye. My father and Gustav had a smile with gratitude. Gustav maybe just realized how much I loved his daughter.

“When will the wedding be? You know your baby is not going to stay there longer.”

“I know that, Mom.” She sighed.

“Just let me hire a wedding planner,” Deirdre suggested.

“Mom.”

“Honey, I’m not the one pregnant. You can’t exhaust yourself. You’re the bride, and besides, it’s my job.”

“And mine,” her father backed it up.

“I took a vacation to prepare for the wedding and rest,” Estelle told her parents.

“Don’t worry, you can still help, check the progress, but you have to get yourself measured and give an extension if you’re getting married in the next two months,” her mom pointed out.

“She’s right, baby.”

“I think we can get married early next month, right?” Estelle looked at me for approval.

“You need to get your license in Italy,” Willa reminded me.

“I will process that and the venue.”

“Good. You have work to do. You might as well take an early vacation, son.”

“Yes, Pops.”

“Um, Willa, will you be my maid of honor?”

My sister gasped. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Then it will be my honor.”

***

Two weeks later, we were back where we first met, at Marettimo, west of Sicily. The weather was not hot, which was good. It wouldn’t exhaust Estelle.

Everything was ready for the wedding, from the venue and the reception. We got our license, her gown and my suit just arrived. Our invitation was out. We rushed everything because we wanted to have time together before our wedding.

I took a leave from work last week. The nursery was finally finished, and I couldn’t wait any longer to see my child in that room. It was beautiful. The interior designer did a great job, making my wife cry to see the final look.

“I just bought this swimsuit last week, and look, it doesn’t fit me anymore.” She showed me the top, frowning.

I couldn’t help but smile. When her frown deepened, I hid it quickly. “You should have bought a bigger cup, baby, with less skin.” I looked at the bottom. The front was safe, but it barely covered the crack of her ass. “I wish I could help you, my love.”

“Never mind. She put on a robe.”

“Come and sit down. Let me apply your sunscreen before you complain of having too much tan on our wedding day.” I rented a yacht for the whole family, but they would arrive tomorrow. Today, I have it all to myself and my wife.

She sat beside me but was still pesky.

I applied sunscreen on her shoulder. “You can get angry because of that swimsuit. It still fits perfectly, and it’s natural for your tits to enlarge during pregnancy.”

“Show me the empathy, Gabriel. You’re not the one with the size of a baby elephant.”

“Isn’t a baby elephant cute? I found it adorable.” I laughed, and she rewarded me with a glare. “I love you no matter your size, even if your body won’t return to how I first met you. Nothing’s going to change between us.”

“You’re just saying that because you want a baby.”

“Babies. I still eat you and fuck you, am I not? If I don’t like your body or love you, I won’t eat and fuck you anymore.”

“You should refrain from saying fuck or any profanities.”

“Just when the two of us, especially in bed. Stand up so that I can put lotion on the back of your legs.”

She did as I said. “Where are we going anyway?”

“Just around here.” Her ass was just at my eye level and grew more prominent.

“The water looks so cool.”

I pulled the bottom of her suit, cupped her ass cheeks with my palm, spread it, pressed my nose on the crack, and licked her pussy, making her yelp. Her smell intoxicated me, and her taste made me hard.

She looked over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”

“I practice what I preach. And you still smell and taste good.” I gripped my cock from the shorts I was wearing. “I want you, baby.”

“I’m going on a swim.” Her words were firm, refusing me.

I still had her in my grip. “If you’re not wet, you can swim, but if you are, I will give you an orgasm. I know why you’re not in a mood. We both were busy with the wedding prep. And I’m sorry if I take you for granted.”

“This is what we want. To get this done.”

“Yeah, but you’re under a lot of stress, but we also have to enjoy, and we have needs. Don’t we?” I held her hand. “Come with me.”

“I promise we will sleep together once we get back to the villa. The water is so inviting, please?”

“You’re not mad at me?” I looked at her in the eye.

“I can’t even if I want.”

“Okay then.”

I went down first to the water and helped her when I felt the water wasn’t freezing cold.

“I can’t believe I haven’t swam since we left this island.”

“Me too. We spent in a bathtub, though.”

Her cheeks turned red. She may have remembered what we did in the tub. I was hard again, and she felt it. Her eyes grew wide. How could I not? Her arms snaked around my neck, and her legs wrapped around my waist.

“What are you thinking?”

“Nothing.” She looked away.

“I can take you here.”

“What?” She sounded surprised. “People might see us, and this is so deep.”

“No. It isn’t.”

“Hold your horses, Gabriel. I’m not going to have sex here in the water.”

“It’s worth a try,” I smirked, and she shut it off with her lips before she let go of herself and swam away.

“It would be fun, baby.”

“I watched a movie once where a fish got in her vagina. So, no way.”

“It’s fiction. The only thing that will get into your vagina is my cock, my fingers, and my tongue.”Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

She laughed louder. Her voice echoed. “You’re so lewd.”

“But you love it.”

“Fine, but we will do it in the boat. Jeez. You should tone down your libido. My tummy is as big as the watermelon.”