Married To The Vengeful Billionaire Chapter 63
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Married To The Vengeful Billionaire:
🔸(His Sweet Torture)🔸
Sandra paced back and forth in the women’s restroom, her phone pressed to her ear. After several rings, the person she was calling finally picked up.
“Hello, Julian. Can you put Rafael on the phone? I need to speak with him,” Sandra demanded impatiently, glancing around to ensure no one was watching.
“I’m sorry, I can’t help you with that. Rafael is busy,” Julian replied curtly.
“It’s urgent! I need to talk to him. Put him on the damn phone!” Sandra fumed.
“I don’t need to repeat myself. Mr. Rafael is busy. If it’s that important, leave a voice message,” Julian said flatly.
“Julian, don’t you dare—” Sandra’s words were cut off as Julian hung up. She cursed under her breath and dialed another number.
“Sorry, this customer is not available at the moment. Please leave a voice message. Thank you.”
“Rafael, I’m warning you, don’t play games with me. Alejandro is conducting a massive search at the company. I’ve helped you for so long, and if you abandon me, I’ll bring you down with me. I swear!” she ranted before angrily sending the voice message.
She sighed, glancing at herself in the mirror. She adjusted her hair and touched up her lipstick before stepping out of the restroom.
Two officers approached her, causing her to look confused and frightened.
“You’re Sandra Rivera?” the first officer asked. Sandra nodded, nervously rubbing her arms.
“You’re coming with us,” the second officer said, pulling out handcuffs.
Sandra shook her head, tears slipping from her eyes. “I don’t understand. Why are you arresting me?”
“We found suspicious data exchanges in your system. You’re the prime suspect in a data breach, and we need you to come to the station for questioning,” the officer explained as he cuffed her.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about! You can’t do this to me. Diego, help me!” Sandra pleaded, but Diego stood helplessly.
“Boss, please, Mr. Alejandro,” she cried, turning to Alejandro, whose expression was icier than usual. Camila stood beside him, which only fueled Sandra’s anger.
The reason she was in this mess was to get Camila out of Alejandro’s life. Now, her own life was falling apart, and Camila remained unscathed, standing tall and strong.
“It’s all your fault! Don’t celebrate too soon because this isn’t over!” she screamed, pointing at Camila as the officers dragged her away.
Camila offered a small smile, hugging Alejandro lightly. “It’s fine now.”
“No, it’s not. Just because we caught her doesn’t mean someone else won’t try something worse,” he replied, then turned to Diego. “Schedule a meeting with all the employees before the end of the day.”
“Yes, boss,” Diego nodded.
Alejandro took Camila back to his office. He sat at his desk, unusually quiet, which worried her.
“Is everything okay?” she asked gently.
He smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “I just feel so useless. I can’t completely protect my company. These people trust me so much, but it feels like everything is slipping through my fingers,” he confessed.
Camila moved behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders to give him a gentle massage.
“You’re doing your best, hubby. You’re a hardworking man, and people are lucky to be under your leadership. If anyone should be ashamed, it’s Rafael. Think about it—why would he try to steal from you unless he’s intimidated by you?” Camila reasoned.
“He wants to be you because he secretly admires you. That’s the impact you have on people, hubby,” she smiled.
Alejandro took her hand, kissing it softly. “What did you call me?”
“Huh?” Camila furrowed her brows.
“I asked what you called me,” he repeated.
“Hubby,” she replied shyly. He suddenly pulled her close, his lips finding hers in a passionate kiss. He held her tightly, not wanting to let go.
“Say it again,” he murmured, his eyes burning with desire.
“Hubby,” Camila mumbled cutely, and Alejandro captured her lips again, kissing her deeply. He pulled back, cupping her cheek, looking at her with tenderness and love.
“You’re my wife, Camila, my only one. I can’t picture myself with anyone else but you,” he said sincerely. Camila tried to suppress her smile, but it was impossible.
They began kissing again, Alejandro’s lips trailing from hers to her neck. He inhaled her sweet, floral scent before nibbling and kissing her skin. One of his hands massaged her breast while the other caressed her thigh, moving higher and higher.
“Alejandro… Hubby… We can’t do this here. What if someon—”
She couldn’t finish before his fingers slid inside her. Her eyes rolled back as he moved his fingers faster.
“Alejandro, we really can’t do this here,” Camila moaned.
“Then why are you grinding against my fingers, you naughty girl?” he whispered, adding another finger. He moved faster, and Camila clung to his shoulders for support.
The door swung open, and Diego stepped in.
“Boss, the me— I’m so sorry!” Diego shut his eyes, turning away quickly.
“Stop, Alejandro!” Camila tried to push his hand away, but he didn’t stop. She bit her lip, stifling her moans.
“Give me a few minutes. Tell the board I’m in the middle of something important and will join them shortly,” Alejandro instructed Diego, still moving his fingers inside Camila.
“Yes, boss. Right away!” Diego stammered, rushing out.
Camila threw her head back, panting.
“At least cum for me. I won’t be at peace if I don’t feel your release on my fingers before I leave,” he whispered huskily. She was so close, her body trembling.
“Yes, baby, give it to me. Let me have it,” Alejandro encouraged, watching her face turn red, her eyes rolling back as she screamed in pleasure.
“Yes, let me have all of it,” he said, feeling her juices coat his fingers. He finally withdrew his hand and slowly licked his fingers clean.
“Thank your stars I have a meeting today. Otherwise, I’d rip off that sexy blouse and take you right here on this desk,” he teased, gently tilting her chin as she caught her breath.
He stood and adjusted his tie.
“Aren’t you going to wash your hands?” Camila asked shyly.
“No, I want to carry your scent with me,” he replied, winking before leaving the office.
TO Be Continued
