Bossy Billionaire Wedding, page 1
A WOLFE’S WEDDING
Book 2 of (Name of trilogy) series
AUTHOR
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Table of contents
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
EPILOGUE
BOOKS BY THE AUTHOR
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Chapter 1
And They Lived Happily Ever After
Nick
“Nick Parker, would you like to be my lawfully and love-filled husband?” she asked.
Of course, I said yes.
Many people might wonder why a woman would propose to a man, but it didn’t bother me in the slightest. That was the sort of woman Aria Wolfe was.
It had only been a month since I first met her. She was fiery and aggressive but cool-headed at the same time. Cunning and sly as a fox but with hunger like a Wolf on the hunt.
I wasn’t even aware that I had lost memories, but with her help and the help of others, we gradually recovered them. Need I mention that I was whacked in the head?
It turned out I had an evil twin who had taken over a billion-dollar company that rightfully belonged to me. Hunter, who used to work for my brother, switched to my side, and we found allies who helped to get my company back.
My brother seemed to have other plans and had headed to Myrtle Beach; it was an attempt to seduce Aria into being his bride or something. I made it back in time along with Hunter.
My brother was making out with Aria when we interrupted, and he pulled a gun on us. After yammering on about getting what was rightfully his, he shot at me, but Hunter took the bullet for me.
Aria, my wife-to-be, showed me what a dignified fighter she was and took down my brother. Stuff happened, and she proposed to me.
Pfft, how’s that for a summary?
Before we had the opportunity to do that thing in fairytales, you know…after professing their love for each other, the author skips right to the end of the wedding, and they live happily ever after.
They never talk about the important details leading to ‘The End’; I’m talking about the wedding.
As a 24-year-old male about to tie the knot, there are a lot of things that I should be concerned about…well, I say many things, but it’s just basically saying yes to whatever the most powerful woman in Myrtle Beach says.
“Babe, I’m cold,” I complained.
“Oh, don’t be such a wuss,” Aria scolded as she scrolled through her tab. “I can’t seem to find any decent place for a reception.”
A week after I had accepted her proposal, she had already begun to make preparations. The funny thing was that we hadn’t picked a date. But here we were in the comfort of her living room as she browsed through ideal venues for the reception.
“I’m glad you’re excited about this,” I said. “But don’t you think we missed some steps?”
“Some steps? What do you mean?” she put down her iPad to face me. “We’ve kissed, had sex, and held hands. What exactly are we missing?”
“I don’t know why, but the way you listed those things bothers me a little,” I chuckled. “What I meant by missing was the fact that no one knows that we are getting married.”
“Oh, honestly, I haven’t had the time,” she sighed. “What about you?”
“Same problem here,” I replied. “Taking over a company isn’t as easy as one would expect. I wish Hunter was around to help out.”
“What about your mom?”
“Well, she’s helping out as much as she can,” I said. “The person who has actually helped the most is Matilda. Well, it’s expected as she worked closely with Blake; she has been a help letting me know all the things my brother had messed up.”
“Speaking of which, have you spoken to him?” Aria asked. Her tone had become very serious all of a sudden.
“I…haven’t,” I replied.
She didn’t probe further. I was glad she didn’t.
On normal terms, Blake was supposed to be in jail; Mother pleaded that we place him in an asylum. To be honest, while the asylum may have been a good option as it was safer, we all knew Blake was still in his sane mind…At least, that’s what we wanted to believe.
He had held Aria under gunpoint, attempted murder against me and my driver, and even shot Hunter––under the law. He wouldn’t have gotten away with any of it. Mercy prevailed over justice, even after all that was done.
“I shouldn’t have asked, right?” Aria squeezed my palm.
I squeezed back with a smile. “Nah, it’s alright.”
“So, what do we do about the date?” she asked.
“Finally, we’re on the right track,” I sighed. “Well, this is July. How does an August wedding sound?”
“Eh? That’s too far away,” she pouted. “Can’t we do it next week? Or the week after?”
“Too soon,” I chuckled.
“Stingy. You never give me what I want.” She folded her hands and looked away.
“Well, no matter how you look at it, we’re both very busy this period,” I replied. “You have the elections to prepare for, and I haven’t properly taken over.”
“That reminds me, you’re not still done with some of the designs assigned to you.” She turned to me.
“Eh? What designs?”
“That day, you were attacked. You still had projects you were working on but didn’t finish them,” she informed me.
“Oh, those designs. I thought I didn’t have to do them anymore,” I chuckled nervously. “I don’t even work there anymore.”
“Huh?” She looked pissed, pulling my ear. “Don’t think that the law is beneath you because you’re a big shot now.”
“Ow, ow, owww.” I grimaced, feigning pain. “The law? What law?”
“Everyone knows you submit a letter of uhmm…what’s it called again?”
“Resignation?”
“So you even know what it is?” She sighed as she shook her head. “Don’t expect a full salary at the end of the month.”
“With the current economy? I’d die within four days!” I whined, then bowed. “I beg of you, boss, don’t cut down my salary; I have a wedding to plan…a fiancée to feed.”
“A fiancée?” her eyes lit up. “Tell me, what is she like?”
“She’s stubborn. She’s hard-headed…she always wants to be in charge,” I replied.
The smile on her face reduced, and she switched to a pout. “Hmph! If she’s so troublesome, then why bother marrying her?”
“Because…” I held her hand, “…she’s beautiful, bold, strong, and smart in every way.”
“Ho? So much flattery for a woman you were complaining about just a few moments ago.” She looked away, but I could still see the pink on her cheeks.
I leaned closer to her face. “Did I mention that my fiancée can be sexy?”
“Is that so?” She still resisted looking at my face.
I held her chin and turned her towards me.
“I also love her very much,” I said as she stared into my eyes.
“Fl…Flattery won’t get you anywhere,” she said.
“It’s not flattery when it’s true,” I smiled. “What do you say, boss? Or perhaps shall I say, Miss Wolfe?”
I held her waist and pulled her to me.
“I’ll do anything,” I offered.
“Anything?” a devious smile began to form on her face.
I nodded, and she seemed pleased. I loved how easy she was to read.
“Well, if you insist, I’m sure I can think of something,” she said as she eyed me from top to bottom.
I was already anticipating her request; she’d ask me to take off her clothes, and then I’d eat her out. She’d return the favor, and we would proceed to have an amazing catch-up. Did I mention we haven’t been intimate after the incident with my brother?
Yeah, we haven’t. Now that the opportunity had presented itself, it seemed to me that my nympho of a fiancée would consume me from head to toe.
Now all that was left was for her to give the command.
Now ask me to perform your perverted fantasies.
Come on, Aria! What do you want?
I’ll make your legs accompany your voice to the heavens.
“Strip,” she said. I mean…commanded.
I was a little confused at first.
“Just my shirt or?” I asked as I pulled my shirt over my head.
“Everything,” she said. Her eyes seemed to look at my trousers when she said that word.
Okay, so this was a little different from what we normally do, but I think she just wanted us to try something different. Maybe she’d take off her clothes herself. Or she’d ask me to.
Yeah, nothing to worry about here.
I pulled down my trousers. I held my boxers and was about to pull them down…
“Take it down slowly,” she said with a smile still on her face.
I nodded.
I obeyed her command and slowly pulled down the underwear. To my surprise, I was erect, and as my underwear passed my dick, it seemed to spring to life.
I felt like one of those male hookers at bachelorette parties.
Well, no matter.
I was naked, and I walked over to her.
“Did I say you could move?” she asked.
Huh?
“Stand over there with your hands behind your back,” she instructed.
I didn’t understand what was going on, but I didn’t dislike it.
I stood at the spot she instructed me to; it was a few meters away from her.
A satisfied grin spread across her face.
“Marvelous, you have a nice body, Mr. Parker,” she complimented. “HR did well in bringing you for this job.”
“Thank you, ma’am. Your praises warm my heart,” I replied.
She bit her lower lip as she twirled her hair. “Masturbate.”
“What?”
“You heard me, Mr. Parker,” she said, then crossed her legs. “Masturbate while thinking about your oh so lovely fiancée.”
You know, sometimes I forget that this is Aria Wolfe.
Aria
He had me earlier, making me blush like a teenager unable to suppress or hide her happiness when complimented.
I’ll let you know that I wasn’t blushing; I just had a slight fever.
As proof, I was sweating from my pussy…okay, I lied. I was just wet.
It was nice to see his face, as he was flustered and bothered about the bizarre situation I had put him in.
“So? What are you waiting for?” I asked. “You wouldn’t want me to repeat myself now, would you?”
He gulped and reached for his dick.
His hand settled at the base, and he slowly began to take it to the tip; he repeated the motion with a steady rhythm.
His breathing was gradually getting heavier and louder. He groaned, eyes closed, basking in his lust and ecstasy.
“Strange, I don’t remember giving you permission to close your eyes,” I said.
He opened his eyes and stared at me in desperation, almost as if saying, “That’s not fair.”
Oh, it is fair, sweetie. Keep it up, and I may even reward you.
Not good. My pussy was craving attention.
“Why aren’t you going fast enough?” I asked. “Come on, do it faster. Don’t tell me you can’t last long while masturbating?”
I could see the fury build in his eyes, and they set fire to my skin.
He increased his pace and bit his lower lip to ensure he didn’t groan.
“Who said you were free to silence yourself?” I asked.
“Ah…ahh…haa,” he gasped as he let himself go.
He didn’t close his eyes as he tried to maintain eye contact with me.
“Stop,” I said.
He let go and tried to catch his breath. Oh, if looks could kill.
But it wasn't enough. I needed him to be able to consume me wholly.
I signaled for him to come.
He walked over to me and stood in front of me.
His dick twitched in anticipation.
“Are you almost there?” I asked.
He shook his head.
“Very good…” I praised, “…now continue, but slowly this time.”
He nodded and resumed stroking.
Nick
THIS WAS CRAZY!
When she asked if I was almost there, the truth was that I was. It was taking everything in me not to cum. But who would've thought that masturbating in front of someone could be this fun?
You know, normally, porn movies or erotic novels would only depict women masturbating in an attempt to attract males or females. In my case, I must say that it wasn't a bad situation to be in. I have to admit, though…she was making it difficult.
As I stroked my dick, she watched with a burning gaze at my dick. I don't think she noticed, but she was leaning closer.
I could feel her breath on my dick; it was hot and made me feel even better.
This wasn't good. I was going to cum.
“Stop,” she ordered.
I stopped immediately. I could feel the build-up of cum wanting to escape soon.
“Haaa…haaa…foooo…” She blew her breath on my dick, making it twitch with excitement. “Look at it twitch. You're like a horny teenager. Control yourself, would you?”
The audacity of this woman!
She ran a finger from the underside down to my dick.
“Judging by how it's twitching…you're about to come, aren't you?” She chuckled. “Shall I help you?”
“Yes,” I replied.
She finger-flicked my dick. “Is that how you ask your boss for something?”
The pain from the flick melted immediately, replaced with pleasure.
“Please, ma'am, help me cum,” I pleaded.
“You're hopeless, aren't you?” She bit her lower lip. “Well, fine, since you're helpless, I'll make you cum.”
She opened her mouth but didn't move her head.
She pointed at her mouth and said, “Do it yourself like the horny animal you are.”
I held her, but she slapped it off. “Did I say you could touch my head? Or any part of my body at all for support?”
She was really intense today.
I kept my hands behind my back and moved my hips, aiming my dick at her mouth.
It was clumsy, and I was trying the most obvious male thing to do.
My first attempt landed on her lips, and the precum lined them.
“I don't think I requested a layer of lip gloss, but thank you, cum is my favorite color,” she teased. “Also, that was meant to sound cringe. Was it cringe enough?”
“Yes, very,” I replied.
I tried again, and it landed smoothly in her mouth this time.
“Mmmm,” she moaned quietly.
I felt she wasn’t going to suck on it, so I started to thrust my hips.
It was a new sensation. She didn’t tighten her lips or hold my hips or anything. The lost feeling and the consciousness of not letting my dick out of her mouth was tearing me in half between agony and pleasure.
I continued to move when all of a sudden, her lips tightened around my dick; the shock caused my knees to buckle, and I came in her mouth.
“Pwahh!” She stuck out her tongue, letting the cum from her mouth drip to the floor. “I wasn’t exactly satisfied. Could you get it up again?”
I shook my head. “I might need a minute or more.”
“Tsk tsk tsk, I’m afraid that won’t do, Mr. Parker,” she said. “I need it up now.”
“I can’t do anything about that,” I sighed.
“I see, perhaps…” she pulled off her shirt and revealed her bare breasts, “…maybe what you lack is motivation.”
I could feel a twitch in my dick, but I tried my best to think happy thoughts that would enable me to stay flaccid long enough.
She leaned in close. “You’re real stubborn today, aren’t you?”
“I learn from the best, ma’am,” I smirked.
“The best, huh?” she asked as she poked my dick.
She kissed my pubic area and laced a line with her tongue all the way to the tip of my dick. She stopped at the cap and continuously licked it repeatedly while humming a tune. It was almost like she was testing it before using it.
“Don’t mind if I do,” she announced before stuffing my dick into her cheek.
Aria
He seemed calmer now, but if I knew Nick any better, I could easily tell he was still plotting something, and I, Aria Wolfe, was ready for whatever it was he had in store for me.
His dick was safely tucked in my cheek, and I could feel him grow there. It was a lovely sensation. It felt like a meaty balloon was being inflated in my mouth.
When he was fully erect, I released his dick.
“I told you all you needed was some motivation,” I said.
I pulled down my pants and underwear and got on my knees, sucking him off.
I was slow with my movements to ensure we savored the moment.
He held my head.
I was about to smack away his hands when he quickly grabbed my arms and pulled them to himself. The momentum caused his dick to hit the entrance of my throat. I was choking, but he didn’t let me go, nor did he move. He just remained still for a few seconds before pulling out.
