A Baby for the Billionaire

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JULIET

How do I explain it to him without him judging me if I can't help but feel judged about it myself? It is not that I like to change it because it is not my apartment but it comes with the rent that corresponds to me for this property.

He seems to keep the comments when I explain the hot water tank and his proposal becomes, actually, it was born on my part at an initial moment. How could I be capable of something like that? How was I even able to suggest it? What the hell was I thinking? And of course Mr. Deniz, neither slow nor lazy, let the opportunity go.

With no other options, I end up accepting. I lend him a towel, he locks himself in the bathroom first and doubts gnaw at me before I decide to go in with him.

At the beginning, the shame is complete and a battle of sensations is confused inside me, making me think that perhaps everything could be nothing more than a mistake. An extremely attractive and tempting one.

My bathroom is infinitely smaller than those large jacuzzis and tubs he is used to, it is past due to humidity and the ceramic tiles are not in good condition. I throw a towel at the entrance to the shower to serve as a bath mat, which I was not aware of how convenient it is to keep your feet warm when you get out of the shower and I saw them in the hotel while we were traveling.

When I appear, he is already in the shower and, from the other side of the shower curtain, he spies on me and asks me "seriously?"

"What?"

"You're going to shower with a shirt on?"

"I hope that at least you have a loincloth on." I can't even tell things by their name because of the nerves that all this generates in me.

"Come on, Juliet. You gotta be kidding."

Good grief, that can only mean one thing. Suddenly I have the urgent need to tear off the curtain and see what is hidden behind, however, I limit myself to paying with my garment and I advance towards the hot water and the steam that surrounds everything around.

At first, I try for everything to be normal, however, it doesn't take long for a completely fortuitous elevation to appear on it that resembles a mast that leaves me ecstatic... Suddenly, I am infinitely grateful that my bathroom is small.

Which is not a good idea because my enthusiasm leaves me petrified and his gaze darkens more than ever, with the water drops falling around him.

"I'd apologize for this, but it's inevitable and it shows my enthusiasm better than ever when I'm around you," he assures with hoarse hints in his voice that get into my blood and melt me ​​like honey.

"You don't have to...apologize..." I start to say, not sure where to take my gaze. Everything about him is pure temptation.

From his eyes to his feet. His wet hair, his perfectly defined muscles, his attractive mouth, his square jaw, his tent erected in my direction, putting each one of my senses to a thousand.

I feel my mouth dry up.

He approaches me and, like a magnet, unable to move away from him, I receive him with a kiss full of enthusiasm that makes the steam increase between these four walls. Suddenly the space is small and the shower begins to reduce its temperature, announcing that it is time to leave.

As soon as I turn off the water, he leads me to my room. Our arms get tangled up, we don't bother to dry ourselves once the blankets land on the floor, and the mattress and boards become the warmest, most perfect support I could ever think of in my own home.

His taste, his pressure, his breath, his thrust, my pain, it all becomes so exquisite and it's so careful and hot that the moment turns to glory and the question of how the hell am I supposed to make it sticks in my head. Life after this is incredible. Kerem is amazing. And his kisses are hot, his hugs, his touch crushed to mine.

I don't want this to ever end.

I don't want him to get away from me.

The situation goes on like this until we both unravel on a trip to the stars and are completely melted in bed, tangled and wet, until he covers us both with the covers and sleep will not be long in coming, while the sun out there warns that today will not be any day.

"Rest, Juliet," Kerem tells me, once the dream begins to drag me to its most perfect darkness. "Rest, it will do you good."

I feel his lips against my temple in a tender kiss that accompanies me with his arms clinging to my bust before being totally lost in the most succulent dreams of my life.

KEREM

The cell phone on the nightstand vibrates and wakes me up from a light sleep which was hard for me because I don't know how long I spent watching her sleep.

It's already seven in the morning and on a normal day, I'm supposed to have been up for two hours already, but not this time. I will get up soon anyway.

Judging by the schedule, I'm not surprised to start receiving work messages already, so before starting this day, I throw off the covers and carefully climb out of bed, trying not to wake Juliet.

Although with all that happened and the alcohol she consumed (but fortunately she later expelled) I deduce that she will have a fairly sound sleep.

Once out of bed, I put on my pants and socks. I dry myself a bit with a towel, because I'm still a bit damp and I leave her room with my cell phone in hand, in the direction of the kitchen-living-dining room-study room-work office and many more meanings that I could give to this multifunction space. If she could hear my thoughts now, she surely wouldn't keep quiet.

I surprise myself by realizing that I smile at the thought of Juliet. God, that woman, what is she doing to me? It seems that it is finally leading me to some light that is observed in the deep tunnel where I have been submerged for so long.

However, the tunnel lengthens even more and the light seems to dim a lot when I look at the mobile and the message that reads on my screen.

At first I thought I misread the sender, but it's real. The mobile has correctly identified the contact.

I have a message from Zara.