The Secret Obsession of the CEO-Chapter 242: Her Rock

There is one thing her husband loves more than anything...

Her!

And the one thing he likes the best about her is...

She walked to the closet. She had kept a bag of clothes she had brought safely for a long time. It’s time to open that bag.

Liam came back after his shower. He was still glaring at her and mumbling something under his breath.

Rory made sure the bow on her red robe is perfect. She walked to him with a glass of wine.

"Want some?" she asked, licking her lips painted red.

He goes nuts when she wears red lipstick.

He scowled at her. Or tried to. She could already see the flames of desires rising in his eyes.

"Fine!" she swirled away. "You could say no if you don’t want," she sashayed her way to the bed. She knew his eyes were where she wanted them to be.

Liam cleared his throat seeing her small waist swaying side to side. His hand itched to give a tight slap.

But she shouldn’t have... Wait, why was he mad at her again? He didn’t know. But he was mad.

And why did she curl her hair? Why is she looking so sexy in that red robe?

Rory sat on the bed crossing her legs. The slit on the robe gave a nice exposure of her smooth thigh and long leg. Casually, she sipped the wine. The wine wetted her lips and made her lips glisten.

Liam didn’t know where his anger went. He just stared at her. He knew she is doing this for his view and so he will watch her.

Watch, and nothing more.

He cannot let his wife think that she can solve everything just by "treating" him. He’s not a dog to get in line for treats.

Rory supported her chin in her hand and leaned forward, resting her elbow on her thigh.

Liam cleared his throat. The neckline of the robe displaced, revealing the lace of the lingerie she was wearing. By the cut of the lingerie, he could say that it is one of those sexy ones that he hasn’t seen yet.

A new one?

His fingers itched to inch closer to her to have a look. She is his wife, and he has all authority over her. What is stopping him?

Rory pressed her lips to not show her glee. Her husband might not know it but right now he looks like a salivating dog with the treat in front of him and still resisting.

Well, he can have his pride.

She decided to give him the final push. "Liam, I have a present to give you to show you how much I appreciate you."

"Oh, really?" Liam rolled his eyes.

He cared for no presents. Right now, he wanted something else. Their daughter went to bed tired, and she won’t wake up for at least three hours minimum. He wanted to utilize that time properly.

Who wants her gift?

"Aren’t you going to open your gift, baby?" she asked pointing at the bow of her robe.

"Oh, really?" Liam smirked. His tone of voice changed entirely from one of indifference to very interested.

Rory watched him oscillating between his pride and desire. She knew what will win when it comes to her.

"Don’t want? Okay," she shrugged and pulled out the duvet. Slipping her legs inside the duvet, she gulped the rest of the wine.

"Wh-what are you...Hey, what are you doing?" he asked.

"Sleep. I’m tipsy. I’ll sleep it off," she said with a flat face.

Liam was now standing right by the bed.

"Sleep?" he asked, his tone flat, but his eyes showed his annoyance.

He was probably annoyed with himself.

"Yep." Rory nodded.

"You’re tipsy. And you’re going to sleep it off?" he asked, this time, his annoyance leaking in his tone. He nodded his head and ran his fingers through his hair.

Rory just watched him, pretending to be unaffected. But she wanted to laugh out loud seeing the emotional turmoil her dear husband is in.

He has changed as evidenced more and more. If it was the past, he would have walked away carrying his heavy head.

Well, that never happened, right? Did he ever refuse sex? Um....

She had to think. So, probably he did not. Well, maybe he was when he talked about "divorce", yes. But otherwise...

Well, he’s a man.

"But you fuck my brains out when you are tipsy!" he stated.

"True," Rory nodded.

She does get wild when she is tipsy. It takes a lot for her to get tipsy, and when she gets there... she’d become the crazy redhead every man wants to bang at least once in his lifetime.

But she is open to only one man in this world. So... she knows control too.

She tried to don an indifferent face, but her smile slipped through seeing his face aghast with the agony of missing out on a fun night.

He’s predictable. And she loved him for it. She’s a married woman. She’s settled. She doesn’t have to venture into unknown territory wondering how her husband will react for every single thing.

Predictable life is good.

Boring life is also good.

But boring life doesn’t necessarily mean a life that lacks fun.

She giggled as Liam pulled the duvet from her clutches and threw it to the floor. Kneeling in front of her, as she covered her face, he hurriedly disrobed her and pushed her down.

She truly was tipsy. And she loved this man with all her heart. It didn’t take long for her to take the reins.

And she did fuck his brains off!

In the end, when she was lying on top of him, tired, enjoying the lazy circles he drew on her back, she kissed him. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

"I love you, Liam. And I greatly appreciate you," she said.

The alcohol had worn off and she was tired after the intense workout.

"I know... Thank you for telling," he kissed her. "I love you too, sweet cherrypie..."

She only then realized that she didn’t tell him that she appreciated him for some days as she was distracted by the trial and Sidney’s antics.

Liam is in no way a weak man. A weak man wouldn’t have been her support all these months when she went through the darkest part of her life.

But he needs to hear it. He knows it, but she should make effort to tell him more.

"You’re my rock, blueberry tart..." she whispered. "And I’m glad I’m your wife."

Liam kissed her head. In his embrace, she fell asleep. She heard Ellie crying, but she didn’t think she could wake up.

"I’ll have a look," Liam kissed her ear.

She smiled closing her eyes.

"You are my rock..."