married to an arrogant Billionaire

But rather i decided to ask him why he moved me to the bed. or did he just do it out of pity.

"Why did you move me to the bed?" I asked.

"Why do you want to know?" Priscoll countered.

"I'm just curious, nothing else," I replied.

"Really?" Priscoll raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah."

"Forget about it; I was just being nice to you. Nothing else," Priscoll said with a grin. "What did you think I had in mind, huh?"

I sneered, "Oh, I see."

"By the way, you have your exam on Wednesday. You only have today and tomorrow to prepare," Priscoll reminded me, his tone serious. 

"If you fail this time, I swear I won't talk to you again."

He turned to leave, but I grabbed his arm, pulling him back.

"Can we just...learn how to do this better?" I asked, struggling to articulate my thoughts.

"Learn what, Joanna?" Priscoll's eyes searched mine.

I hesitated, unsure how to express my desire for closeness. Instead, I pulled his tie, drawing him closer. Our lips met in a deep, passionate kiss.

Priscoll abruptly pulled away, his expression unreadable. Without a word or a backward glance, he left

I stood frozen, my lips still tingling from the kiss. The silence was deafening, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had overstepped.

Minutes ticked by, and I finally gathered my wits. I took a deep breath and decided to focus on my exam preparation. But my mind kept drifting back to Priscoll's enigmatic expression.

Why had he left without a word? Was he upset? Did he feel something?

The uncertainty gnawed at me, making it impossible to concentrate. I pushed aside my books and decided to clear the air.

Grabbing my phone, I texted Priscoll 

"ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑?"

No response.

I tried again: "𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑘𝑎𝑦?"

Silence.

Frustration and anxiety simmered within me. Had I misread the situation entirely?

Just as I was about to give up, my phone buzzed.

"𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑗𝑜𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎. 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠." 

Priscoll's text was curt, but a hint of warmth lingered beneath the surface.

Relief washed over me, followed by determination. I wouldn't let him dismiss me so easily," I replied.

"𝑖 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡"

No response.

The waiting game had begun.

Hours passed, and I immersed myself in exam prep, but my mind remained split. Priscoll's silence was a palpable force, making me question everything.

As dusk fell, I took a break, pacing around the room. Why was Priscoll avoiding me?

Suddenly, the door opened, and Priscoll walked in, his expression unreadable.

"Hey," he said softly.

"Hey," I echoed, my heart racing.

Priscoll dropped his bag and approached me. "About earlier..."

My breath caught. What would he say about the kiss now,I'm nervous.

"I didn't expect that," he said, his voice low and husky.

"Expect what?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"The kiss," he replied, his gaze drifting to my lips.

I felt a flutter in my chest. "Oh."

Priscoll took a step closer, his proximity making my heart race.

"I've been trying to keep my distance, Joanna," he said, his voice laced with tension. "But that kiss...it caught me off guard."

"Caught you off guard?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.

Priscoll nodded, his eyes searching mine. "I don't know what to make of it."

I looked away, trying to process my emotions.

"Priscoll, I—" I started.

"Don't misunderstand," he interrupted, his tone cautious. "I'm not saying I have feelings for you, Joanna. I just...need to figure out what's going on."

His words stung, but I knew I had to be realistic.

"Okay," I said, trying to sound calm.

Priscoll's expression softened. "Let's focus on your exam for now. We can discuss this later." I nodded, relieved.

 I couldn't shake off the feeling that our kiss had sparked something, did he have feelings for me?

"Priscoll what happened to you? I'm so sorry that i didn't ask last night, I was just jealous, why is your head bandaaged?" I asked and he smiled

"well I had an accident the day I was looking for you, well never mind, it's all in the past now" he smiled

Exam day arrived, and I sat in the crowded hall, my heart racing. Priscoll's words echoed in my mind: "I'm not saying I have feelings for you, Joanna."

I took a deep breath and focused on the questions in front of me.

After what felt like an eternity, the exam ended. I walked out, feeling drained but hopeful.

Priscoll waited outside, his expression unreadable.

"How was it?" he asked, falling into step beside me.

"Okay, I think," I replied, still processing.

We walked in silence, the tension between us palpable.

Back at the house, Priscoll handed me a cup of steaming coffee, what's with him? he is being nice to me, treating me like a wife, he has totally changed for good

"Thanks," I said, our fingers touching briefly.

Priscoll's gaze flickered to mine, but he looked away, clearing his throat.

"I have to go out tonight," he said. "Business dinner."

"Okay," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

As he turned to leave, I caught his arm.

"Priscoll?"

He turned back, his eyes questioning.

"Be careful, okay?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Priscoll's expression softened, and for a moment, I thought I saw something in his eyes, something that looked like affection.

But it vanished, leaving me wondering if I'd imagined it.

"I will," he said, his voice low. "You rest."

With that, he left, i wish I could kiss him again because i'm already missing him, i dont know if am lust or am I falling in love with him.

I settled into bed, waiting for Priscoll's return.

As the hours passed, my eyelids grew heavy, and I drifted off to sleep.

Unaware of the time, I slept peacefully until I felt a gentle touch on my leg.

I stirred, sensing Priscoll's presence.

He sat beside me, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my skin.

"You are so beautiful, Joanna," he whispered, his voice filled with admiration. "Oh God, you are so sweet."

Priscoll's eyes lingered on my lips, his gaze sending shivers down my spine.

He leaned in, his lips inches from mine.

But suddenly, he remembered something and pulled back.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath.

I opened my eyes, finding Priscoll's gaze locked onto mine.

"Sorry," he whispered, his fingers still caressing my leg. "I forgot myself."

Priscoll lay beside me, his eyes never leaving mine.

The tension between us was palpable, and I couldn't help but wonder what would happen next.

i wanted to say something but he kissed me forcefully and i responded hungrily

Priscoll's lips devoured mine, his tongue dancing with mine in a sensual rhythm.

My hands grasped his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

His fingers slid beneath my clothes, tracing scorching paths across my skin.

I arched into his touch, craving more.

We tumbled onto the bed, our bodies entwined.

Priscoll's mouth blazed a trail down my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

I moaned, my nails digging into his back.

He paused, his eyes burning with desire.

"Joanna," he growled, his voice husky.

"Yes," I whispered.

Priscoll's hands grasped my hips, his movements fierce and unrelenting.

Afterward, we lay spent, our hearts still racing.

Priscoll's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze scorching.

Priscoll's fervent kisses branded my skin, his hands exploring every curve.

My fingers traced the defined lines of his chest, fueling his passion.

We surrendered to our desires, our love unfolding like a wildfire.

Every moan, every whisper, every touch ignited a deeper craving.

Priscoll's lips claimed mine, 

In the heat of the moment, nothing else mattered.