Chapter 19
Spending the evening with the world falling out of my ass is not howI’d planned on spending the first night at home with Savannah.
All day I’d been looking forward to getting back to her, certain I couldconvince her to take a dip with me in the hot tub, before taking her to bed and finally getting to find out what her cunt felt like around my cock.
But no. Thanks to her, I was awake most of the night with mystomach gripping so tightly from pain that at times I was sure I was going to pass out.
The only good thing to come out of the literal shitty situation was thatwithin an hour of me groaning in pain, Savannah’s conscience struck, and she profusely apologized, begged for forgiveness, and kept asking if there was anything she could do to help.
When I emerged from the bathroom several hours later, it wasto find her sitting on the floor outside the bathroom, her head in her hands and a look of remorse on her face.
I could barely look at her though. She’d done it on purpose, all because I wouldn’t let her have her sketchbooks. The irony was that I didn’t even have them; I’d given the books to a friend who worked in the fashion industry to see if they had any ideas on how to get Savannah’s career off the ground. I hadn’t wanted to tell her in case nothing came of it.
Grumbling that I was going to bed, Savannah followed behind me,her head drooping as if she was a little kid who had just been scolded by a parent. Once we were in bed, I turned the light out, not bothering to acknowledge her when she said goodnight.
To say I was pissed was an understatement.
Thankfully, my stomach settled enough for me to get a few hoursof sleep, which was more than what could be said for Savannah. All night, she tossed and turned next to me, and I hoped her guilt was enough for her to not pull such a stupid stunt again.
When my alarm went off, I woke up in a better mood. HopingSavannah would be willing to make it up to me, preferably with her mouth around my cock, I turned over to find the bed empty.
A flash of panic shot through me, and fearing Savannah had bolted inthe night, I quickly loaded up the app on my phone showing me where she was thanks to the tracking device implanted into her neck.
Breathing a sigh of relief to see the tracker showing her somewherein the house, I got out of bed and went on the hunt for my mischievous wife.
I found her in the kitchen. She had her back to me as she fiddled withthe blender, her pajama shorts snug around her gorgeous ass. The sight alone was enough to wake my cock up.
Fuck, I really needed to find out what it was like to be inside her.
She turned the blender on, and with the noise from the machineechoing around the room, she didn’t hear me creep up behind her. Her whole body tensed as I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her back to me.
“Good morning, my devious sweetheart. What delight are you makingto poison me with today?” I buried my head in the crook of her neck, inhaling her coconut and vanilla scent, and brushing my lips on her bare skin.
She’d found the stash of lotion I’d bought for her, and had slathered iton. Now, there wouldn’t be a day that passed without me getting my fix of her delicious scent.
Ignoring my cock twitching against her ass, Savannah flicked theswitch off, stopping the blender from mixing the dirty brown concoction.
“Actually, it’s a peace offering,” she replied, spinning around to faceme. The vest she was wearing barely contained her braless tits, and I couldn’t stop my eyes from dropping to them.
“A peace offering?” I managed to tear my gaze away from her hardnipples to look at the vile mixture over her shoulder. “No offense, but it looks like something that came out of me last night.”
She grimaced but pulled out of my arms before grabbing a glassand pouring the brown liquid into it.
“It’s a smoothie to help with an upset stomach. My mom used tomake it for me when I was younger.” She handed me the glass, a pleading look on her face.
“I’m not drinking that,” I replied, moving over to the coffee machine tomake something that I could drink and enjoy.
“Why not?”
“Why not? Let’s see, the last time I ate something you made, youthought it was a marvelous idea to use an ingredient you knew made me ill. So if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not take the chance, this time you might kill me,” I replied with a hint of amusement, hoping she’d realize I wasn’t being serious, and the real reason I didn’t want to drink the potion was because it really did look vile.
“I know, and I’m sorry,” she sighed, her shoulders slumping. “But Ipromise you, I haven’t done anything to the smoothie to make you ill. It will help.”
She held out the glass to me again, her brows high, and hope shiningin her eyes. Abandoning my mission to make coffee, I crossed back to where she was and took the glass from her hand, putting it down on the counter behind her with zero intention to drink it.
“Why did you put onions in my dinner when you knew they made meill?” I asked instead. I knew why though, she was being petty because I wouldn’t hand over her books, but I wanted her to admit to her childish behavior.
Then we could discuss her punishment.
“Why wouldn’t you give me my sketchbooks?” she countered,planting a hand on her hip.
“Why can’t you trust that I have a good reason for not giving them toyou?” I raised a questioning brow as I stared down at her, her eyes hardening.
“Trust you? The man who made me get to my knees and suck hiscock,” she hissed, her nostrils flaring.
In the blink of an eye, my good mood disappeared, and anger rearedits head again. “I’m getting a little tired of your accusations, sweetheart. I never made you do anything, I gave you options. You were the one who chose to get on your knees-”
“Yeah, because if I didn’t, you would have had Liam killed!” sheshrieked, her shrill tone reverberating around the kitchen.
“And it’s turned out to be such a terrible deal for you, right?” I said,my temper beginning to fray at her constant whining about something she agreed to in the first place. “You get all your debt paid off. You get to live in a mansion in one of the wealthiest areas in the state. You get a credit card with unlimited spending. You’re married to a billionaire who can give you anything. Yeah, you really did get the shit end of the deal, didn’t you, Savannah? So tell me, what more could you possibly want?”
“I want my freedom!” she bellowed, almost stomping her feet like apetulant child.
I smirked at her, trying to cool my rising anger. “Your freedom? Youmake it sound like I’ve locked you in the house and forbidden you from going out.”
“You might not have locked me up, Nash, but you control everything Ido! You demanded that I marry you, you ordered me to spread my legs for you. You controlled me like a god-damn puppet at the casino party, and now you’re preventing me from doing the one thing I want to do.”
She broke off as her emotions got the better of her, and she lookedaway. I didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty for what she’d accused me of. She was right, I was controlling her. I’d been controlling her for a lot longer than she knew, and I would continue to control her because that was who I was.
But what Savannah needed to realize was that if she gave in to me, ifshe surrendered to me, her life would be everything she ever wanted it to be.
So long as she followed my orders, of course.
I grabbed her chin and made her look at me. “I didn’t hear youcomplaining when you were begging me to make you come after the party. And as for preventing you from doing what you want, you can have your sketchbooks as soon as you learn to behave.”
She yanked her chin out of my grasp, her mouth forming into a snarl.“How many times do I have to tell you, I am not a dog that you can teach tricks to,” she said, her tone dripping with venom.
“And how many times do I have to remind you that you agreed to bemine? You knew the terms of the deal, I made them very clear to you, sweetheart.” I took a step closer, pinning her to the counter with my arms on either side of her.
Her eyes widened, but not in fear, in defiance. Even now, she wasstill resisting. It was time I reminded her of what she agreed to. “To save Liam’s life, you agreed to be mine. To be owned and possessed by me. That includes me telling you what you can and can’t do. It includes me deciding what you can and can’t wear, or when you get to draw. It includes telling you when you get to come.” Her eyes filled with hatred aimed solely at me. She opened her mouth to reply, but I put a finger across her lips, shutting her up. I wasn’t finished. “I told you that you would have a life of luxury, and all you needed to do was surrender. You knew the terms, and you agreed. So the sooner you accept the consequences of your decision, and give me your surrender, the happier we’ll both be.”
She didn’t reply for a few seconds, and I could see it was taking all ofher willpower to not retort. She glowered at me with murder in her eyes, and for a second, I was glad the knife block was on the other side of the kitchen out of her reach.
“You know what, Nash?” she eventually said, doing her best to keepher voice level. “You’re right. I did agree to your terms, it’s just taking me time to get used to this new life.”
Suspicion coursed through me at her sudden change in attitude, and Iwas about to challenge her when I thought better of it. I wanted to see how this was going to play out. She had something up her sleeve, and the more she resisted, the more it went my way.
I dropped my arms and took a step back. “Good. I’m glad you canaccept it, and I’m willing to give you a bit of time. But you need to get used to how things are, and fast.” She nodded once before bowing her head. “Well, now that’s sorted, I’ve got to go to work. You may go shopping today if you wish. Aaron will be available to drive you, and I assume you still have your credit card?”
Her jaw clenched in anger. “Yes, I have. Thank you,” shesaid through gritted teeth.
“You’re welcome,” I replied, beaming at her, and knowing it wouldirritate her all the more.
What can I say? I liked pushing my sweet Savannah’s buttons.
Leaning forward, I gave her a kiss on the head before grabbing thedisgusting mixture from behind her and pouring it down the sink on my way out of the kitchen.
As soon as I was out of her view, I paused, and sure enough, noteven five seconds later, her whispered curse of ‘motherfucker’ reached my ears, and I couldn’t stop the evil smile from taking over my face.
I was quite enjoying messing with my wife.
Now to see what she had in store next.
I only hoped my bowels wouldn’t fall victim again.
The rest of the day passed smoothly. Aside from the opening ofOnyx, Fox and I had five other casinos and hotels across the US to run, along with three in other countries.
We had an army of staff to take care of the majority of the work, butFox and I were both active CEOs, and had regular meetings with our teams to ensure the resorts were running as they should be.
Fox dialed into most of the meetings as he’d flown out of state to dealwith a problem at The Liberty Casino, our resort in New York. After one of the meetings, we stayed on the phone to catch up.
He filled me in on what had been going on. Several staffmembers had been caught letting their friends stay for free at the hotel for several nights at a time. When Fox added up how much money we’d lost thanks to their freebies, it came in at a loss of several thousand dollars.
Needless to say, the staff members were promptly sacked, and Foxpromised to ensure they’d never work in the hotel industry again.
We caught up on the small tweaks being made to Onyx, ready for themain launch before Fox asked me how Savannah was settling into her new home.
Against my better judgment, I told him what Savannah had done tomy dinner, and regretted it after he spent a solid five minutes howling down the phone with laughter.
When he composed himself, only to then burst out laughing again, Ihung up on the fucker, silently wishing that he was struck with the worst case of the shits.
As for my troublesome wife, I hadn’t been able to keep tabs on whatshe’d been doing, thanks to all the meetings, but when Brian drove me to work this morning, I asked him to keep an eye on her.
Like I did, Brian had access to Savannah’s phone records and textmessages. Not that she would know we could see every call she made or every text she sent. I had full faith in Brian that if Savannah was up to no good, he would know about it.
Sure enough, my wife didn’t disappoint.
“Dare I ask what you’re smirking at,” I said to Brian, who was leaningagainst the car with his phone in his hand, and a smirk playing on his lips.
He’d come to pick me up from The Grand Palace Resort, the firstcasino me and Fox opened in Vegas, and where my main office was.
“It would appear your wife has been doing a few homeimprovements,” he said, a hint of humor in his voice despite doing his best to hide it.
I raised an eyebrow as a pang of anxiety ran through me. I was sureSavannah’s version of home improvement was with one goal in mind.
To fuck me off.
“What kind of home improvements?”
“It seems she has replaced the majority of your furniture with goodsfrom charity shops,” Brian replied, this time unable to hide his amusement.
I blinked several times at him, sure I hadn’t heard him correctly.There was no way Savannah would have got rid of my insanely expensive, not to mention rare furniture, and replaced it with second-hand shit from a charity shop?
But as soon as the thought crossed my mind, my gut churned withcertainty that Savannah would do something like that if it meant getting a reaction from me.
In fairness to her, I hadn’t specified what type of shopping she coulddo today, and I had also said we could change the decor if she didn’t like it.
Note to self. I needed to be more specific when giving her orders.
“Any idea where my furniture might be?” I asked Brian, keeping myexpression neutral, all the while ideas ran through my head on how I was going to deal with Savannah for this.
I wasn’t mad at her, on the contrary, her sneaky behavior was ratherentertaining. Sadly for her, she wasn’t going to get the reaction from me that I was sure she’d been hoping for.
Not yet anyway.
“I checked her call records. It looks like she made a call to a storagecompany in the city, and then paid quite a large sum to them. I called them and they confirmed they have your belongings in storage.”
“Excellent. I knew I could count on you,” I said, slapping him on theback as I opened the backdoor of the car and slid in.
Brian duly got in the driver’s seat and pulled away from the sidewalk.For the entire journey home, I went over Savannah’s phone records, followed by my bank statement, noting she’d spent an incredible amount of money in one specific charity shop.
With a few phone calls of my own, I had my plans in motion fordealing with my naughty wife.