Her Biliionaire Husband

Chapter 400 Special Spending

He was delighted to hear her call him ‘honey’, but that was not enough to appease him. He raised the lingerie… No, this isn’t even lingerie. Someone just decided to slap three pieces of cloth on a string and call it a day. It’s smaller than my palm, and most of it is transparent! “I’d rather have my fun on the bed.

And I love… well, submissive women.” He tossed the lingerie to her and looked at the time. “You have one minute. Get changed.” He got up and sat on the other side of the couch with his legs crossed. He was like a king staring down at his subjects, and she thought he looked a bit majestic.

Veronica was shivering, and she sat up reluctantly. She took the lingerie off her face, and she felt like screaming. “Matt, I-I’m tired. Can we not do this?” she asked.

“No,” he said curtly, as if even one more word would be a waste. Goddammit, Matthew. Fine! Gonna use my trump card then. “I mean, it’s not like I don’t want to do it. It’s just… I’m on my period,” she lied, her face red.

“Really? Take it off and let me see.” “I-I-I… I said I’m on my period.” I can’t take it off. How should I take it off?

“Really? Take it off.” He did not care. Matthew looked languid, as if he was in control. He was making it hard for her on purpose.

She thought about it for a moment and said, “Why don’t I take it off in the bathroom and take it to you?” Oh my god. Is this his fetish or something?

“No. I won’t feel disgusted. Do it right here.” Hah. Let’s see how long you can keep up that lie. “Um… Um…” she hemmed and hawed, but she still could not form a coherent sentence after a long time.

wristwatch. “Ten, nine, eight…” He started counting

knew him too well. Angering him would land her in a worse spot than she was now. After some internal debate, she decided to go all out. “Fine, I’ll…” Someone knocked on the door again before she could finish, and she heaved a sigh of relief

he had saved her. Just in time. I hope it’s something important. Best if we can leave this place. She happily

Miss Murphy, I’m Frank. I’m the server you ordered. It’s an honor to

I don’t think

here to serve you. I know you wanted the top three of the club, but don’t

slammed the door shut before he could finish. She craned her neck stiffly and gulped. Larry, you f*cker! You’re gonna kill me! She laughed dryly, but even she thought her laugh was fake. She

his pocket and raised her

door again, but she ignored it. Even so, the guy outside

gotta have integrity. You asked for their top servers, so don’t leave them hanging.” He

a happy guy, the other was handsome, and the last one looked devilish. They were all hot, but Veronica thought she would be dead

Harold, server number 880 of Club Kate. I’m from Bloomstead, just like you. I’ll

from Collins. We’re technically from the same town, so do

You wanted all three of us to

men kept talking. They probably thought Matthew was a gigolo as well, so they did not