Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 142

Chapter 142: Pinned against the wall Chapter 142: Pinned against the wall Layla went to the restroom with Orabela and Kylie.

As she began opening her overcoat, Orabela angrily asked, “Why did you intervene in my matter?

Do you think I’m a beggar who will accept your money?” “I thought you wanted to apologize to me yesterday,” Layla said as she lowered her hands from the button of her overcoat.

“Seems like you’ve not learned your lesson yet,” she added.

Kylie enjoyed the scene between them as she got more gossip material.

“Can you go out, Kylie?” Layla urged.

“Huh?

Why?” Kylie got confused.

“I don’t want you to gossip behind my back.

So, leave since I’ve something important to talk about with Orabela,” Layla stated.

Kylie nodded and dashed out of the washroom, feeling annoyed.

“I get it that you are the queen now.

You don’t have to humiliate me,” Orabela stated.

“Come home tomorrow in the evening,” Layla said.

“Also, you better change your attitude.

Your apology wasn’t sincere in my eyes.

I know how mean you can be; how happy you feel seeing me in trouble.

Your mother made the wrong choices all her life, I hope you won’t do that and think for your better future.” As Layla turned to leave after giving her advice, Orabela stopped her.

“How am I supposed to do that when you took away everything from me?” Orabela asked, her lips quivering.

“That’s you to think.

I hope you don’t choose again the wrong path and devise evil scheming to get rid of me,” Layla stated.

She pivoted on her heels and looked at Orabela again, “Even I hated you, I never wished for your death.

That’s a difference between you and me.

While you wished for demise in front of your mother, I never once thought that.” She looked at Orabela’s drenched dress from the chest and finally removed her overcoat.

Draping it on Orabela’s shoulder, she continued, “Go home.” Layla then left the washroom and went straight to the table, where her husband was waiting for her.

“Sorry for making you wait,” Layla said, again settling into the chair.

She looked at the pastries that Lucius had ordered for them.

“It’s fine.

You looked amazing over there.

Many were praising you and I felt proud of you,” Lucius stated huskily.

The waiter came with two coffee mugs and asked them to enjoy.

“You are always proud of me on such occasions,” she murmured, “and I am thankful for that.

No one ever praised me the way you do.

It feels warm when you do that.” Lucius smiled.

“Then, I’ll do it more from now on,” he asserted.

“Let’s have our coffee before they get cold,” he suggested.

They enjoyed the coffee in peace before moving to have pastries.

The blueberry pastry was Layla’s favorite and she truly enjoyed it.

“I feel so good after eating this,” Layla said, smiling.

She found Lucius standing up, making her wonder if they were leaving already but to her surprise, he stopped before her.

One hand held the back of the chair while the other remained on the table.

The next second, he leaned down and licked Layla’s bottom lip before kissing her.

Her hands were tightly clasped together as her eyes grew big.

“There was a cream on your lip, so I cleaned it,” Lucius said, watching his wife’s reaction.

“You could have told me.

I would have wiped it,” Layla stated and left her seat while picking up her handbag.

“Should we go?” Her cheeks flushed red as she touched on one of them using the back of her palm.

Just then, Lucius draped his warm coat over her.

“Wiping with lips is better,” he whispered near her ear before taking out his wallet and paying the bills.

Layla looked at him with adoration before leaving the café with him.

As they entered the car, Layla began fastening her seat belt, but Lucius didn’t.

“I told Orabela to reflect on–” Her words ceased inside her mouth as she turned her head to gaze at Lucius, who captured her lips out of the blue.

“Mmh.” Layla’s hold on the strap of the seatbelt loosened as she moved her hand to Lucius’s nape, reciprocating his kiss with an equal fervor.

She parted her lips, feeling his tongue touching her lips and then her own tongue.

Muffled moans escaped her mouth while Lucius groaned.

His hand rested on her thigh, giving it gentle caresses.

Before Layla could understand, he lifted her and made her straddle him while the coat fell on the seat.

By now, Layla’s breathing had turned erratic, her eyes sparkling with desire.

Her hands cradled his neck before unbuttoning his shirt from the top.

She pressed her lips on him this time and felt his manhood pressing on her core.

“You get turned on easily,” she murmured between the kisses.

“The car is cramped.

Don’t you think?” she asked, placing her hand on his chest, thus stopping her from kissing her.

She could feel her lips twitching as Lucius bit them hard earlier before nibbling them.

“It is.

Let’s go home first,” Lucius said, calming himself down before settling Layla in her place.

He drove off to the house.

Upon entering the room, Layla said she enjoyed the day only to be pinned against the wall.

“Yes, we did.” He nipped her earlobe and she let out an eliciting cry.

“Then, shall we start from where we left?” Lucius asked.

“Yes,” Layla gave him permission while tilting her head over her shoulder.

He held her chin and kissed her hard this time.

She turned to face him, locking her arms around his neck.

He reached down to her waist before lifting her up while his other hand possessively remained on her back.

“Ahh!” Layla gasped when he put her on the mattress and got on his knees to removed her heels.

He moved up, his hands resting right beside her head as he lowered himself and kissed her again.

Layla welcomed his lips and kissed him back as her hands instinctively moved to his back, roaming there, feeling ecastic at the moment.