Hate To Love You My Billionaire Lover

A doctor was waiting for them at the hotel. Though his wound bled quite a bit, it wasn’t deep and should heal without complications after the doctor cleaned it and bandaged it.

In the evening, Travis came out of the bathroom wearing only pajama pants on his body. Arianna glanced at him doubtfully, wondering how he was taking a bath. He gestured to her in a nasty way and said, “I could use a little help.”

Arianna stumbled to the bathroom and asked like she cared, “Should I ask them to find a massage therapist for you?”

Travis gave her a look from the corner of his eye.

They were in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel. The bathroom was magnificent, and the bathtub was massive.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

She turned the tap water on and wondered if Travis didn’t like other people touching him. If anyone was getting too close, he would step aside or let others stand before him to avoid contact. And he always washed his hands after a handshake. Why didn’t he mind her touching him? Travis used his own body to take revenge on her family and make her suffer. She felt like he also sold his body to her. This made Arianna feel a little better.

But Travis was, in fact, having back and shoulder pains. The masseuse he called was very young and pretty. Even Arianna thought the woman was attractive. But Travis sent her away after ten minutes and asked Arianna to massage him for the next half hour.

Arianna was dehydrated, so she did not have the strength to take revenge and hit his back hard. Her hands were aching by the time she was finished.

She then realized something; maybe Travis had the desire to conquer her because she lacked initiative when they were having sex. She always grabbed the bedpost or bedside to avoid touching his body. Maybe he liked that she did that. Arianna thought next time, she might hug him and pretend to enjoy it to see if that’s what would get him to leave her alone.

While her mind was wandering, Travis tested the water temperature and said to her, “Come help me. What are you doing?”

“Huh?” Arianna looked up and found that he was throwing a towel at her. It turned out that Travis, the neat freak refused to use a hotel bathtub, even if it was in a five-star hotel’s top suite.

Arianna had to help him shower. She had never even bathed a cat or dog, so this was way out of her league. Extremely embarrassed, Arianna avoided the wound and his genital area.

Her clothes were quickly soaked. Though he had seen every part of her body, she did not want to tempt fate by taking her clothes off. However, the thin white fabric was wet and sticking to her skin, making her appear naked and sexy. She had to avoid eye contact with Travis.

They could not see each other clearly as the shower filled with steam. She pretended that she was scrubbing a human sculpture.

Finally, he told her that he was clean and her job was over. Arianna hoped that the day’s exhaustion and injury made him tired, causing him to fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

But when she was applying lotion to her face in the mirror, Travis appeared behind her like a ghost. He took a small towel and wiped the lotion from her hand. He told her, “I don’t like this taste. You should try a different brand.”

Travis then embraced her and kissed her lips.

Arianna broke away and looked at him through the mirror. She pointed at her face and said, “Don’t you think I’m ugly now?”

There was a new pimple on her face by now. Her skin was white and delicate, so these bumps were very obvious. They made her whole face look dirty. She hoped that Travis’s meticulous need for cleanliness could override his need for sex.

“It doesn’t matter. You can’t see them when the lights are off.” He said as he dragged her to the bed and turned off the light. They were trapped in endless darkness.

Perhaps Travis Cooper’s energy was consumed by his wound. Arianna felt his movement was gentler than usual, and she was not in pain. However, the night became unbearable as usual.

He spent a long time on foreplay so Arianna could not pretend to be an unresponsive puppet. The metal pillars were carved with a strange spiral texture on that foreign bed, reminding her of the snake she felt wrapped around her arm. She immediately released her hand and did not dare to touch the pillar again.

The cold and slippery bed sheets made her unable to place her hands anywhere properly. She felt like she was a bottle floating on the sea, worrying about sinking to the deep, dark bottom. The illusion was so terrible that she grabbed hold of his shoulders.

Arianna did not worry about the wound or his pain. But when she touched the bandage on him and detected his wincing, her heart softened. Nevertheless, she decided to act carefully, not wanting to cause further injury to him.

When she heard her low, groaning sighs, wheezing in time with his thrusting, she wanted to kill herself to stop making noise. But even Travis wanted to defeat this part of her privacy. He kissed her deeply and opened her mouth so as to hear her wheeze, groan, and scream later on.

After everything subsided, Arianna wept silently in shame. She turned her body towards the bedside to be as far away from him as possible. She was not able to fall asleep.

By contrast, Travis fell asleep quickly, breathing calmly and steady.

Arianna counted his breath. The more she counted, the sleepier she got, and she turned her body over hatefully.

Although she did not touch his body, Travis was awakened, and his gentle, rhythmic breathing suddenly broke. Arianna immediately held her breath and closed her eyes, but after a while, Travis asked, “You were scared by the snake, right?”

She was frightened in the dark upon hearing that word. Her body temperature dropped, and she couldn’t help but move towards his side.

“Many women are afraid of snakes, but none of them are like you. Has a snake bitten you before?”