Billionaire Defiant Wife

Chapter 63: Learn to Love It

"Mr. Howel," the maid lowers her head and her voice trembles.

She's afraid that Evan is going to punish her for allowing Avery to get up from the sofa. Avery grimaces with pain as she walks toward the door.

"What are you talking about?" she asks unhappily.

Evan ignores her question.

"What are you doing when your waist is injured?" he asks and then smirks, Did you miss me?"

With one large step, he crosses the doorway and gathers Avery in his arms.

"I don't ever miss you," Avery says acidly, "Are you having delusions again? If you are I recommend a quick trip to the hospital. Clearly, your condition is worsening."

Robert and the maid gasp. They can't believe Mrs. Howel is talking to Mr. Howel in such a way and they're terrified to see his reaction, but Evan remains calm.

"I know you miss me," Evan says, "In fact, I think you even care about me."

"You're dreaming," Avery snarls, "Let me go. You're so hot, I'm starting to sweat."

"I'm so hot I'm making you sweat?" Evan asks with a dirty laugh, "Are you implying something, Mrs. Howel?"

"What?" Avery asks nonplussed.

"I can't have you all sweaty," Evan says, "Perhaps you'd like me to help you shower?"

"You're crazy. Let me go!" Avery can't help but struggle, even though the movement hurts her waist.

"Fine," Evan says, "You can help me shower instead."

"There's no way in hell," Avery hissed, "You can shower by yourself. Besides, my waist is aching and I'm too injured to help you."

"Ahh, if your waist is so bad, perhaps you do need my help."

Avery keeps silent. She digs her nails into Evan's arms in an effort to make him let her go, but he ignores her.

"Get the water ready," Evan says to the maid.

The maid can't help but laugh as she rushes to the bathroom.

"They're clearly meant to be together," she thinks.

"Evan Howel, you can't take advantage of my difficulties to sleep with me," Avery snarls, "Now let me go. I don't want to go upstairs."

"Oh, I absolutely can take advantage of your difficulties to sleep with you," Evan says dangerously.

Avery glares at him. If her waist wasn't injured she would kick him in the face just to see how many blows it would take to get through his thick skull. Evan gazes down at the woman in his armsher cheeks are flushed with anger and he can't help but find it appealing.

"If only I could convince her to stay with me for life," he thinks, "She could make the rest of my life wonderfully fascinating."

He carries her into the bathroom. The tub has been filled with warm water, and the maid has scattered rose petals on the surface. She has added a colorful bubble bath mixture to the tub, and the bubbles fizz romantically. On the side of the tub, two white bathrobes have been neatly folded and placed next to two pairs of slippers.

Avery scowls at the romantic details. Evan puts her on a white leather stool next to the tub. Slowly, he slides his hand to her top button. She stops him immediately.

"My waist may be hurt, but my hands are fine. I can do it myself," she says, "You should turn and give me some privacy."

"Privacy?" Evan asks, "What part of your body have I not already seen, touched or kissed?"

The reference to the first and only time they made love, makes Avery flush a bright red. She can't tell if she's flushed with anger or some other feeling, though. She looks up at Evan, towering above her and she admits he looks strong and appealing.

He stands close to her, and she can see the bulge growing in his pants. This is the first time since her first time she's seen his dick so close. It seems like it's straining toward her. She swallows.

"Do you like to expose your body so grotesquely?" she asks.

"I think you'll learn to love it," he says arrogantly.

Avery looks away and wishes she was anywhere else. Evan steps into the bath.

"What are you trying to do?" she asks him.

"I'm trying to take a bath with my wife," he answers.

"I'll soil the water. Remember, I'm on my period," Avery says with relief, "Why don't you go take a shower instead?"

"I don't care. What do you care?" Evan says, pulling her fully clothed onto his lap in the bath, "Help me bathe."

"I can't help you bathe, I'm injured," Avery complains.

Evan places her hands on his thighs, "You just told me that your hands are fine."

Avery can feel his dick growing against her ass. Inadvertently, she squeezes his muscled thighs. For a second she's worried she won't be able to resist. Then Evan turns the overhead shower in and the flow of water brings her back to her senses.

"Wash my hair first," he commands.

"Wash it yourself," Avery murmurs.

Avery tries to stand up, but he pushes her back down in the water. She's facing him and her head is dangerously close to his lap. She notices with relief, that he too is partially closed. If he wasn't wearing any underwear, his dick would practically be in her mouth.

"Can you help me?" he asks, slipping his hands into her clothes.

"Fine," Avery whispers.

Reluctantly, she picks up the shampoo reluctantly and squeezes some into her. She rubs it into a lather and begins to wash his hair. His hair is thick and dark and she likes the way it feels between her fingers. With a mischievous smile she begins to lather his fair hair into various hairstyles. Eventually, she makes him two devil horns.

Evan has closed his eyes, and he's enjoying the feeling of her delicate fingers on his scalp.'

"Bring me my phone," she calls to one of the maids.

"What do you want to do?" Evan asks.

He was beginning to relax, but suddenly he's tense and ready to grab her if she tries to escape or trick him.

"I'm going to take another secret photo of you," she says, "You said you wanted 72 new photos before you returned my old phone and I still have quite a few to go."

She wants to get her phone back before she runs away. The phone contains many secrets and personal details she doesn't want Evan to know.

"Ahh," Evan says and closes his eyes drowsily.

The maid knocks and enters the bathroom, bringing Avery's phone. It's lucky that Robert already sent someone to retrieve it from the hotel. She sees Avery and Evan soaking in the water, and she can't help but blush, even though the bubbles hide their bodies. She hands the phone to Avery and tries to avoid looking at the couple.

As she runs away, she can't help but notice that there are two shampoo horns on Mr. Howel's head. She can't help but laugh under her breath at the silliness of the couple. Avery rinses the bubbles away and tries her hands on a towel.

"When can I get my old phone back?" she asks with mock indifference.

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