Married To A Powerful Domineering Billionaire

The Makeup Artist

RAYNE’S POV

I had held my breath for a long time. I suddenly felt the need to exhale, but I couldn’t, I couldn’t do anything with him this close. My teeth found my lower lip and as I nibbled on it, Eric’s sudden shriek made me look up at him.

“Fuck Rayne!” He sounded hoarse like he was in pain or something. “Are you doing that intentionally?” He asked, confusing me.

“Huh?” I inquired, but he didn’t give me any answers. Instead, I felt his fingers graze the skin on my lips, sending chills down my whole body. His eyes were shut, and he suddenly pulled away from me.

“You should eat, I’d be in my room, call the maids if you need anything.” He said and just like that, he turned around and walked out of the room. It took me more than five whole minutes to get my composure back, still, I didn’t get the whole of it.

ERIC’s POV

I went back into my room unhurried. What was it about her that made me lose even the tiniest bit of control over myself?

“Fuck Eric! Thought we agreed to not get too close. Now, here you are all hard as a rock with no way to help yourself.” Probably I should just try getting work done and maybe I’ll be fine. I entered my home office and opened my laptop to work even though deep down I know it wouldn’t work, it never does. It’s not as if it’s the first time I’ve had to go through an erection. Men tend to wake up with it almost every day. But, lately, I’ve been getting mine at all times of the day.

*Morning*

RAYNE’S POV

A warm ray of sun shone brightly, sipping into my room from the slightly parted curtains, with a smile, I yawned and stretched awake fully. Getting up to a sitting position, I rubbed my eyes thoroughly and then opened them weakly, and the sudden sight of someone standing there made me shriek in fear. A maid was standing with her head bowed at the foot of the bed.

“Good morning, ma’am.”

I shut my eyes and dragged in a deep breath, that was scary.

“Good morning,” I replied, rolled the duvet off of me, got out of bed, and walked to the bathroom. By the time I returned, she was going through my wardrobe.

“It’s time for breakfast ma’am, I have picked out something for you to wear. Please freshen up and get dressed.” She informed me. “Will you be needing anything else?”

“No, that’d be all, thank you,” I answered and she bowed and walked away.

I finished getting ready and went outside. I glanced down from the railing, Eric was sitting at the head of the table as usual, with long legs crossed majestically against each other, alone. Seeing him brought back the memories from last night and I felt heat creep in my cheeks again. But, Elaina wasn’t down yet? I climbed down the stairs and joined him in the dining

“Clear all my schedule for today and tomorrow.” His tone was authoritative as he spoke into the phone. There was a strange aura around him also, but I felt it disappear the moment he looked up at me.

“Let’s discuss that later.” He said and hung up.

“Good morning.” I greeted him as I drew out a seat for myself.

“Morning wife.” He replied and I felt my cheeks heat up again. What is it with me blushing like an idiot all the time? “Did you sleep well?”

If I were to be honest, my night was the opposite of the question asked. I had stayed awake for a few more hours after Eric left the room. How could I sleep when my heart wouldn’t stop racing like a criminal on the run?

“Mm-hm, I did.”

A maid came over to the table with a tray and as she placed the dishes on it in front of us, I took a glance at her while saying thank you. Wait, I recognized that face, she was the makeup artist from yesterday. ‘The Hero, Heroine and the Villain.’

How was she here? Wasn’t she working as a makeup artist?

“Hello!” I said to her,

“Good morning Mrs.” She said, bowing slightly. Seems I’d have to get used to everyone addressing me in that manner.

In the middle of our meal, Eric got a call and had to go take it upstairs. I couldn’t help but wonder why he kept taking calls all the time, and that too, in secret.

I decided to take a walk around the house as I was bored. It was almost an hour already and Eric had not returned yet. I had called Elaina after having breakfast, she had had to fly back to Washington for urgent work very early in the morning.

I stepped out of the mansion through the main entrance. I didn’t quite know my way around, even though I had stayed for a couple of days. I was always staying in my room, or attending events. Those were all the things I had been doing since I got here. I could only wonder how boring the lives of rich people were.

I glanced around trying to find my way around when I caught a glimpse of the makeup artist. She was walking towards the front porch with a water can in hand. I waved over at her and she stopped walking. She turned in my direction and when she noticed me, she started toward me. I’ve always had a poor ability in making friends, yet here I was about to have a chat with someone.

“Ma’am.” She bowed when she approached me.

“You don’t have to call me that, my name’s Rayne.”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t address the master’s wife by her name.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“It’s an order, you’re to address me by my first name henceforth.”

“Yes ma’am, sorry, Rayne.”

I smiled at her. “What’s your name?”

She raised her head slowly and then met my gaze in a way that sent chills down my spine.

“Stacy.”