16.That’s why I don’t rush everything for you

When they arrived home, Luigi immediately said goodbye and left, still feeling the fear of his mistake. It made her wonder, was President Braun so strict with his staff that they trembled in fear when they made a mistake? 'What do you want to eat?" he asked her as they headed to their room. She thought for a moment. She wanted something to eat but was too shy to tell him. It seemed excessive for him to take care of her meals. I should be the one asking you that. 'Uhm, I'll prepare—" 'Uh-uh, you need to take a rest. What you did today was no joke," he said, interrupting her. He opened the door to their shared room and let her go in first. Though surprised and momentarily stunned, she managed to step into the room. Shouldn't he be the one to rest since he probably did a lot in his office? 'Do you want to shower with me?" he asked her. 'Huh?" she responded in surprise, but when she saw the twinkle of mischief in his eyes, she blushed and looked down. 'I-If you want, then I'll join you," she stammered and gulped. 'Why are you so tense in an instant?" he asked with a smile, unbuttoning his long-sleeve shirt. Shit! Do you really need to tease me, President Braun? 'H-Huh?" She heard his soft laugh, and once again, she felt as if she were floating on a cloud because of the beautiful music she had heard. She held her breath when she heard the zipper of his trousers. Jesus! Why am I reacting like this? I need to calm down! Relax, self! Relax! Her eyes remained fixed on the floor. She didn't want to look up, or she might forget that she was a proper young woman. 'Briella, how long do you plan on standing there?" she was startled by his soft voice. His voice was too soft and so pleasant to her ears. She cleared her throat and swallowed twice before daring to look up. Her eyes widened, but she couldn't take them off the beautiful sight before her. He was wearing only his boxer shorts, and she couldn't help looking at the bulge below his belly. 'Do you want me to help you with your clothes?" he said in a husky voice, making her shiver. She could feel her underwear getting damp even without doing anything to her. Damn! Get a grip, Briella. You're suddenly losing your sanity! She reprimanded herself as her knees weakened, and she surrendered to him. She took a deep breath and removed her dress. Her cheeks started to heat up, but she fought it by removing the two small garments covering her modesty. A shy smile appeared on her lips when she saw the admiration in President Braun's eyes. 'Come here," he whispered to her, extending his hand. She smiled and slowly approached him. When he took her hand, he immediately embraced her, and due to her surprise, she stumbled against his broad chest. 'You're perfect, Briella," he whispered. She swallowed and didn't speak. She didn't know what to say; should she compliment him and say he was more than perfect for her? He helped her towards the bathroom. She silently followed him and let him do what he wanted. They had only been married for a few days, and she was still nervous when they got close like this. She wasn't ready yet. That's what she was thinking now. She knew she had no right to be fussy because she agreed to their agreement, and there was no coercion. She could give herself to him, but she didn't know when she could give her whole world. Not that she was judgmental, but the man was known for being cruel, strict, and heartless. He was cunning in competing with others in the Showbiz industry, and everyone feared him. She gasped when the water from the shower hit her body, but President Braun quickly moved her away. 'Sorry, is it hot or cold?" he apologized. 'I should try it first before I let you—" He stopped talking when she laughed. 'What?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. She bit her lower lip to stop herself from laughing again. 'I didn't know you took care of people like this, Mr. President," she said, smiling. He tilted his head and smiled. 'You're my Queen. Didn't I suppose to serve you?" 'H-Hey," she protested. She began to feel shy again; she wasn't used to being called that by him. 'You're my wife now, Briella, and everything I do is normal because we're married," he said. 'If that's so, you'll let me cook our dinner tonight," she told him. He smiled and shook his head. 'Don't you like what I cook for you? Tell me what's wrong so that I'll—" 'No!" she quickly said. 'It's just that you didn't want me to do anything. I am supposed to do the house chores, like cooking, house cleaning, and—" 'No, love, you'll do nothing. I don't want to add to the problems you're facing now; you might suddenly think of backing out of our agreement and asking for annulment papers," he said with a smile. She looked at him intently, realizing the truth in the saying, ‘Don't judge the book by its cover;' you can't ever know someone when you're not with him. 'I just have one question," she said. 'What is it?" he asked, checking the temperature of the shower water. 'Are you the one who sent those photos?" she asked. 'What photos?" he asked. She raised an eyebrow at him, not believing the seriousness of his face. 'Do I really have to answer that?" she asked. He took a deep breath and came closer, feeling him wrap around her waist and their bodies pressed together under the shower. Certainly! Continuing with the translation: 'Do we need to talk about that now?" he asked her, his eyes dropping to her lips. She didn't hesitate and immediately closed the small gap between their lips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening their kiss. Braun pressed her against the glass wall, and she immediately felt his hardness against her, eliciting a moan from within his mouth. His kisses trailed down her neck as his hands roamed freely over her chest. 'Braun..." she moaned softly, his name a sigh as he nibbled at her neck. She heard his soft groan, which only fueled the fire in her body. When he pulled away, she felt an emptiness, wanting to pull him back and feel his mischievous hands and lips feasting on her body again. She watched him fill a shower sponge with liquid soap, and when it was full of bubbles, he applied it to her body. She let him, seeing the enjoyment in his eyes. He ran the sponge down her cleavage, down to her belly, and she swallowed hard and closed her eyes when the sponge touched the junction of her thighs. Then Braun turned her around and started soaping her back. Soon, she no longer felt the sponge but his hands soaping her body. She couldn't help moaning when he squeezed her butt cheeks and gave them a light slap. A strange sensation rushed through her body, and she wanted Braun to do it again. A loud moan escaped her throat when she felt one of his fingers run over her. She grabbed the glass wall and bit her lip, feeling his lips on her neck. He held her and positioned her under the shower, his hand never stopping its caress, and when the bubbles were gone from her body, he kissed her shoulders and neck. She leaned against him when he inserted one finger inside her. I want more than this! She gasped and grabbed his head. 'I can feel your wetness, Briella... come for me," he whispered, and his finger began to move in and out of her. 'Oh, God..." she exclaimed, experiencing that pleasurable feeling again. One of his hands freely touched her chest while the other was busy pleasuring her. She couldn't just stand there and do nothing for him. With that thought, her hand landed on his bulge, still covered by his boxer shorts. She swallowed, touching it, biting her lower lip because it was the first time she had touched that part of a man's body. Though she couldn't see his arousal, she knew it was huge by touch. She heard Braun groan and his breath change, feeling his finger move faster inside her. 'Damn!" he exclaimed between heavy breaths as she stroked him over his boxer shorts. She didn't dare to put her hand inside and feel his arousal. That would be so embarrassing! His movements became even faster, and she gasped, feeling close. He also moaned and swore loudly when she accidentally squeezed his arousal too hard. 'D-Does it hurt you?" she asked, swallowing hard. ‘What the hell is wrong with me?! Why did I do that?! 'Silly girl." He laughed and kissed her shoulder. She turned to him and hooked her arms around his shoulders. They stared at each other for a long time, letting the shower water wash over their naked bodies. 'I want you, Braun..." she whispered. She saw him bite his lip, and she didn't know that a man biting his lip could look so sexy and blood-stirring. 'Are you sure you're ready?" he asked tenderly. She tried not to breathe deeply, hoping that just for that moment, she would find the courage and audacity to answer his question. 'Y-Yes!" she stammered. 'T-Take me now, Braun. I'm ready to offer you myself, my life, and my heart. I know we've only briefly been together as husband and wife, but I promise I will love you forever," she told him passionately. He smiled, caressed her cheek, and kissed her lips. The kiss lasted less than a minute, but she felt his complete respect and love for her. 'You are the very first person with whom I feel comfortable. That night when we first encountered each other, I felt our connection. And that's why I let you come with me," he said seriously. The connection between us? That's so deep and touching. 'And that's why I don't rush everything for you..." She was stunned by his words, and her cheeks flushed. Did he mean he was rejecting her? This is so embarrassing! 'Hey, don't feel bad. If you only knew how much I want to possess you, Briella. I want you as badly as you want me, but this isn't the right time," he said. 'You're very important to me now, Briella," he said, then kissed her lips. She closed her eyes and returned the kiss. She was shocked by what he said. Who would have thought there were men like President Braun who could respect women and wait for the right time to do something they should have been doing long ago? They're married, but they still don't make love! What if everyone discovers the King of the Showbiz Industry is still chaste? Would anyone believe it? It sure would explode as big as a nuclear bomb!