The Billionaire's Kept Woman

Chapter 318 - Anti-Stress

Keira was busy humming a song that she just started composing in her head while wrapping up gifts to keep herself busy and also to avoid stress from the upcoming events. She didn't want to spend her time with paper works on Christmas and she is also done by giving her employees their Christmas bonus. Having happy Employees would lead them to be more productive.

"Love," Alessandro approached her and showed her the gift that he packed. "This is my gift for Kal."

"Huh," She stared at it, and then she ignored it and continued making flowers.

"Hey, there's no comment?" He asked as he showed it in front of her. She sighed and pushed it away.

"How can you be so creative on things like this?" She pushed her box away.

"Babe," he put the box down and he patted her head. "I am just too handsome and artistic."

She snorted and smacked his hand away from her head.

"Okay, what do you want?" he asked. "I can do that for you while you dance and sing."

"I am not your striper."

"You are." He said and patted her head again.

"Fine, do it." She said and stood from her seat. He sat down and she quickly sat on his lap and smirked.

"Baby, I said you can sing and dance but not like this." He gestured to the front.

"Fine,"

She said as she turned on the music and started singing and dancing like she's in a club. He laughed as he started cutting the ribbons and twisting them. Then he put it on the box that she wrapped with a Christmas wrapper.

"Wait," She said breathlessly as she held onto the table. "I need a break. It's tiring."

"I told you. You need to exercise." He chuckled and she shook her head.

"I do exercise!" she pouted at him. "I do yoga and a little bit of kickboxing. Isn't that enough?"

"Well," He shrugged. "You can add the every next day sex if you want." He winked at her.

"You had enough. I am wrecked down there because of you."

"Hey, it is what we do, always." He grinned. "Do you remember that we promise each other to have sex a lot after we got married?"

She thought for a while and shrugged.

"Did we promise that?" She asked and shrugged.

"Yeah," He said as he continued making more flowers out of ribbons.

"We do that?"

"Yeah, we were making out." He started telling the details while he was making more flowers. "You were telling me to touch this and that. I love your tits and I hold them every time we sleep. Also, you rubbed your butt on my man down there."

"I did?" She exclaimed as she tried hard to remember it. "Well, I remember that we cuddled together a lot and your hands were always inside my shirt."

"Uhuh," he nodded his head.

"So, that's why you can't take your hands off my boobs." She peeks her boobs under the shirt that she's wearing. "It was bigger than before."

"Uhuh," he said and wink. "Perky too."

"Hmm," She shrugged it off. Then, she started shaking her butt and twirling around, singing through the song.

He smiled and watched him for a while and then she was teasing him by lifting her shirt to show her flat abdominal. He chuckled and bounced his head. After dancing for a few minutes, she went to the bed and slouched there. He finished putting a ribbon on the last box as he followed her to bed. He reached her ankle, lifted it, and kissed it.

"Want to take a shower or fuck?"

"Can we do that at the same time?" She grinned at him.

"Why not?" he cornered her and kissed her passionately. "I love you."

"Hmm," She pushed his chest and grinned. "You know I do too."

The couple made love like usual and then they got ready to go to bed. Alessandro fell asleep first while she chatted with the family in the group chat and then she put her phone away and turned to her husband and snuggled to his chest.

"Let's have sex later." She whispered in his ear but he was sleeping peacefully. She sneered at him and hugged him. "Babe,"

"Hmm?" He opened his eyes and closed it again as he patted her head.

"You okay?" She quickly sat up.

"It's just some migraine."

"I will get your medicine then."

She slipped off from the bed and went to the medicine cabinet and fetched his headache medicine. She took a bottle of water and approached him. He sat up and reached his head.

"What are you stressing about? You can tell me." She said softly. He drank his medicine and put the bottle on the side table. She sighed when he didn't speak. "Love,"

"I am stressing over everything." He reached her hands. "Babe, I am fine. But I can't help but be stressed out about your safety. Our family's safety."

"I'm sorry." She pouted at him.

"Don't be sorry."

"No." She reached his face. "I am sorry that this happened. But don't worry. I am safe and my mom and dad are rich." She grinned. "Just tell who stressed you out and I will have someone beat them up."

He chuckled and scooped her face, kissing her more.

"Lay down. We will have sex later."

He laughed and nodded his head.

"That is one thing that made my headache go." He pulled her to him and she quickly pushed away from the duvet. She straddled him and lay on top of his chest, listening to his heartbeat. They were silent for a while but then she looked up at him and caressed his forehead.

"I want to massage your head? Is that alright?" She asked.

"Hmm," He nodded his head. "I want to lay in your stomach or your lap." He grumbled. "You make it go away."

She grinned at him.

"I will massage your head down to your body so it will go away. So, you won't be sick anymore."

He grinned and nodded her head.

Three hours later, Alessandro found out about the gift that was sent to them by Wendy Charles. It was the fresh heart of a pig. It was meant for him and her words were threatening. She will be ready sooner or later to kill his wife. Then for the past few nights, he was also having bad dreams. He thought that it might be a sign that something bad will happen. He tried to brush it off. He tried to brush off that fear but it kept getting in his head like crazy.

Currently, he is laying over her lap while she's singing a lullaby. It was relaxing as he felt like he was in a forest. Now, thinking about it, when was the last time that they hiked together? It was years ago and he wanted to go to a secluded place with her, probably to climb a mountain, camp, and have a lot of lovemaking.

He smiles while imagining that thing.

"What are you imagining now?" She teased.

He opened his eyes and reached her face.

"I want to camp with you and have a lot of sex."

She giggled as she squeezed his face.

"You always want to have sex. You are addicted to me."

"Of course, I am. Who wouldn't? I love you so much that it makes me horny as hell." He chuckled.

"So, your migraine is gone?"

"Partially." He reached her right hand and placed it on his right cheek. "It still hurts a little bit. But when it is gone, we can have sex. Do you know that sex can help relieve stress and headaches?"

"Yeah, I know that. That's why you are addicted." She laughed and smacked his chest.

"It can also help you avoid heart disease."

"Hmm," She thought for a while. "Maybe that's why mom had a sudden heart failure. Because dad wasn't around at that time."

"Yeah, I thought so. Your mom was stressed a lot after she thought that she lost Harvey, then your dad… she thought that she's gonna lose you too." He pressed his lips and forced a smile. "But the irony is, they are alive and with us now."

"Yes," She lovingly caressed his face. "I hope that we don't have this war. I want us to live peacefully without having a lot of bodyguards. I want us to at least travel to places that we want… just us."

"I want that too." She tapped his chest. "Alright, now, lay on your stomach so I could massage your back and admire your butt."

He obediently did as he was told. He grinned when his wife pulled off his boxer shorts and spanked him.

"Babe, I thought that you were going to massage me. Don't spank me like a dominant."

"I am your dominant." She laughed as she took the ointment and poured it on his back. She spread it evenly at his back and somehow, she noticed that her sexy dress was being too slutty so she removed it and pressed her body to him.

"Oh, I love it every time you pressed on me like this." He said. "This is my anti-stress session with my wifey. I want it to last longer."

"Uh Uh?" She whispered in his ear. "Can you last longer, Mr.. De Alegre?" Her sultry voice just sent volts of electricity on his body to his lower part.