Ron stared at his wife in shock. He glimpsed the smug look on Jonas’ face and scowled.“Bella—”She removed her hand with force, glaring at him like he was the one who had just picked his ex over his life partner.“He's so pathetic. I can bet he chased another man's woman all the way here,” a voice said behind and Ron glanced at the two girls in fancy dresses leaving the restaurant.“Thank God she dumped him for the wealthy one.” Ron looked the other way as another mumble came. “Look at his cheap shoes. He can't even afford a meal here, I bet.”“Did you get a perfect shot? My blog needs stories like these.”The back of Ron's neck burned. He cleared his throat. If only they knew he wasn't the one that had been dumped by Bella.Jonas pulled Bella into the restaurant and Ron followed because he could never leave his wife alone with such a man. “I reserved a table for two. Not three.” Jonas placed a hand on his chest to stop him from entering.“I'm here to make sure my wife is safe.”“Wa
“Self taught indeed,” Ron muttered and Bella immediately pinched his arm, but he ignored her, “Jonas. I don't think you're telling the truth.”“Ignorant people like you shouldn’t have to think.”“But seven figures? How is that possible with a government job?”“It's too good to be true for you, isn't it?” Jonas chuckled darkly while typing furiously on his phone, keeping up with his plot. “All your life earnings are a morsel compared to what I see in a month. You have your wife to leech off, Ron.”“Good thing you have cleared the air on that. She's my wife, not yours and I'm extremely proud of her.”The waiter suddenly appeared again and Jonas beckoned her over to their table in French. He took out the wine menu, avoiding giving Ron a response.“Can you bring the Chateau wine I pre-ordered.”“Yes, I can. I'll be right back, sir,” the French waitress replied in her language and left again.Bella was still in awe of both of them and how they conversed in another language. But Ron already
The waitress blinked in awe. She was starstruck at his good command of the language.“You’re awesome, sir!”Ron smiled. “It’s nothing. I self taught myself a few years back. Your French is good as well.”“Can you sign my apron?” the waitress pulled it over her head before he could even respond.Ron felt uneasy under the spotlight, but he took her pen and signed his initials on the cloth. She bowed repeatedly in gratitude.He returned back to his seat on their table and the scowl on Jonas’s face had him stifling a laugh. “Did you learn a thing or two?”“I don’t know what I’m supposed to pick out from a wannabe trying to enjoy his five seconds of fame.”“And that is why you’ll keep going around telling people a lie—““Ron, that’s enough. We’ll talk more about this when we get home, let Jonas be.” She grabbed his arm, holding his shirt tight that the seams could tear. He said nothing again because he knew his wife would want answers about when he had developed an interest in French and
“It has been tampered with,” Ron clarified when his wife was already looking at him like she wanted him gone from the table.“Are you out of your mind?” Jonas snapped. “Your envy of me knows no bounds, Ron. It has even caused you to stoop so low to accuse me wrongly.”Bella’s eyes widened as she leaned in and whispered harshly, “Stop doing whatever it is you’re doing! I forbid you from angering Jonas anymore.”Ron didn’t lower his voice like his wife did. He glared at the fool, who just tried to drug his wife right in front of him.He folded his arms over his chest. “If you didn’t tamper with it, switch glasses and prove your innocence.”The skin underneath Jonas’s eye twitched in anger. He had been having poor luck all night since Ron arrived and he hadn’t expected the house-husband to be so meddling.Jonas smiled cunningly. Bella would never believe that he was capable of doing such a thing. Ron won’t win this time around.“I will do no such thing!”Bella tapped her husband’s foot u
Ron’s face held no expression as he watched Jonas and his bodyguards flaunt their weapons and warn him of what was coming.“What is the meaning of this, Jonas?”Jonas squinted at his arrogance, trying to read Ron. He had expected him to start peeing his pants by now. “You meddled in my business and messed with the wrong person. That is what this means.”“I don’t see how I meddled by tagging along with my wife to ensure her safety.”“We all know you belong where the cleaning supplies are stashed in Bella’s home. Chivalry is not meant for low lives like you.” Jonas chuckled, raising his hand to stop the bodyguards from attacking. “Beg me to save you, Ron. Kneel at my feet and admit that you’re nothing but a meddling fool.”“I don’t need you to save me.”Jonas was taken aback, his anger fueled. “These men were trained by Master Un himself. They are unbeatable. Do not be stupid—”“I will kneel before you only when the sun rises in the night.” The corner of Ron’s lip turned up as he mocked
Ron came home and checked on Sena before retiring to their bedroom. He saw Bella standing by the fixed window, wearing a black silk nightgown that defined her butt and thin waist. It stopped mid thigh, revealing her shapely fair legs. She sipped a glass of red wine slowly. “You waited up for me?” he unfastened the buttons of his shirt while she still focused on the view outside the window. “We have a lot to talk about, Ron. I wouldn’t have waited for you to get home if it wasn’t for that.” Ron didn’t like her tone. “Look, Bella. I’m sorry about everything that happened at the restaurant. It wasn’t my intention to mess things up for Fashion Factor.” “Why didn’t you tell me that you were so fluent in speaking French?” she turned to him, letting him see the front of her nightwear. The deep v neck made her breasts almost pop out of it. He could see her hard nipples through the thin fabric. She just got this nightwear because he was seeing this for the first time. “Did you
Ron came down early the next morning and busied himself with cleaning the house and cooking. He wanted to make sure there’s a stock of food in the fridge. Today was his day off, according to Ms. Victoria. His work hours during the first week after hiring would be flexible. So he would fix Sena and Bella up now to cope in his absence. He whistled a melody, reaching for the last apple in the fruit bowl on the Island. “Hey! I was just about to eat that, Sena.” She dodged his hand and scurried out of the kitchen with a mischievous smile on her face. Ron sighed, turning the broth on the stove. Bella came down from their bedroom when breakfast was ready and served. She sat at Sena’s side on the table. “I prepared supplements for you so you won’t have to get so exhausted,” Ron said, opening the flask on the table and pouring his wife a glass. “You’re such a dutiful husband, Ron! Everyone will want to be with someone like you.” “I don’t take supplements except ones made and prescribe
"Touch her again and I'll make you regret being born." Tyler fell back, holding his broken wrist in agony. His friends surrounded him. The damage looked scary and all their eyes widened at the sight of his hand. "Are you okay?" one of them asked, terrified at the sight of his twisted bones. "Yes, you dimwit!" Tyler swatted his arm away and shouted at the rest of them to get off his neck. "Why are you surrounding me instead of teaching that fool a lesson?!" But the four of them hesitated. They glanced at Ron and at the damage he had done to Tyler's hand and gulped. Tyler just shoved them out of his way and faced Ron again, fuming. "You think I don't know who you are?!" he screamed in his face. Ron just calmly wiped his face with his napkin. "Spit should stay in your filthy mouth, Tyler. Don't forget that next time." Tyler scoffed, eyes bulged and furious because of Ron's arrogance. He had never met anyone like him. His father had many connections in the country for a low
Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.”
Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.”
Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.”
Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.”
Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.”
Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.”
Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.”
Ron fell on his back, catching his wife above him, lying on him, with her body pressed fully against him. “Give me my phone back, Ron. This is an important matter and I'm glad they all care enough to consider various options for me. You have to return my phone.” Ron noticed Bella was pressed to him in all the right places. She was lying on his and her boobs were mashed to his head chest, her legs laying along his own. He brought his arms around her waist and held her to himself. It didn't help that all she had on was her night robe, since they had just gotten out of bed before she came downstairs to take the call away from him. Ron smirked as he felt her curves in all the right places. “You know, baby, we could be doing something else, something much better in this position.” Ron told his wife. Bella brought her hand down hard on his chest in a smack. “Ow,” Ron cried out in faked pain. “What was that for?” “My phone, Ron. This playing will not help me solve anything.” She push
He took a seat beside one of his colleagues, “Good evening. Can you share with me your slides?” Ron wanted to figure out what exactly Adina intended on doing to solve her problem. His colleague opened it up and showed it to him. He saw that they include pressure as one of the tools to secure Erica Rowling’s partnership. Ron shook his head. A woman like that would despise being pressured. “This is the only idea you’ve come up with?” His colleague shrugged. “The director asked us to put this down from the get go. Not much work has been done yet.” Kate slid into the chair next to Ron, packing her hair into a bun. Ron eyed the flawless skin of her neck, it looked like velvet. He was a sucker for good skin. She noticed he had been staring. “What’s wrong, Ron?” “Oh, nothing. You have great skin—“ Adina slapped the table in between them from behind, so they hadn’t seen her coming. A storm brewed in her gaze as she shouted. “I don’t want to see anyone engaging in conversati