She Belongs To The Billionaire ✔

Chapter 68

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Stephano’s POV

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           “Welcome back home dears!” Natalia screamed in her pitchy voice as she engulfed Kara into a tight hug. I reached forward when she squeezed my wife, afraid she would squeeze her to death. Then at the last minute, I reminded myself that I had to tone it down with the protectiveness, after all, she was Kara’s mom.

I rolled my eyes at my overprotective self.

“Welcome home sir. Oh my, it’s nice that I chose to visit you on a Sunday and Andre himself is somewhere around. He’ll be picking us up at five.” Miranda told me with a beaming face and also went to hug Kara. Since she’s no longer staying with us, she had decided to visit us every now and then.

“Thank you Miranda.” I told her.

My eyes were on Kara. She was wearing a lose, large shirt with belt around her waist, and there was nothing under that long shirt except her bra and pantie.

I made her wear it after our special moment on the plane because I might have mistakenly tore off her beautiful red dress while we were making out, and succeeded in ruining it. I did tell her not to test me but what can I say?

She knew the right buttons to push and I’d become putty in her hands. Also, I had a thing with seeing Kara in red. I couldn’t help myself when she screamed my name and asked me to put my ‘dingly dingly’ in her. We really need to talk about her calling my dick ‘dingly dingly’.

One of the new helps Natalia had just gotten carried our bags and took them up. I already made sure Kara’s things were all transferred to my room when we were away. I couldn’t wait to sleep and wake up next to her.

“Oh my, you got a tan!” A voice giggled beside me and softly greeted me. I replied her with a ‘hmm.’

Kara turned around and her eyes widened. She ran and jumped into Pretti’s arms.

Because of her own wedding which taken place just days before ours, Preeti couldn’t attend our wedding even though Adrian sent an invite. During that period, Kara had been busy with the dresses and flavor of cake selection so she made Adrian and my mom deal with the invitation. Natalie had been in charge of the food and venue.

Preeti used to be a worker here but she met someone and fell in love with him. He was an Indian as well, and they moved back to India for their wedding.

“I’ve missed you! It’s a pity we had to miss each other’s wedding.”
Kara pouted. My breath hitched as a certain memory of her lips wrapped around me surfaced. Quickly, I cleared my throat and excused myself to go up and take a shower.

“Uh...you. Come here” I called one of the new house helps. She hurried over and ducked her head when she got to me.

“Y-yes sir?” she refused to look up even when I wasn’t talking and I was just staring at her. Was I that scary? I wasn’t even glaring, yet she was looking down and fidgeting.

I sighed. “Go down and tell my wife to come into our room right now.”

“Okay sir.” She scurried off.

I got into my-our room and stripped. I looked around with a smile. The room had been repainted from black to hot red and white. Kara didn’t like the idea of everything looking so..uh...dark. Her clothes were now in the walk-in wardrobe along with mine on the opposite side. Same with a few of her shoes and several of the ones I just got her before the wedding. The wardrobe was as large as a room anyway, so she could even keep a few more things if she wished.