Trapped with a Lawyer novel Chapter 207

"Don't worry. I'll carry you to our bedroom." Samuel said with a wicked smile, which made Ella want to kick him.

She was thinking about how she needed to resume work as soon as possible. Her knife wound was healing well, and soon she would be back to working.

Also that she needed to be careful, because the paparazzi were everywhere, waiting to take pictures of her in compromising situations, such as the one she was in at the moment.

Ella closed her eyes and rested her head against Samuel's chest whilst he opened the gate and carried her to the second floor.

He put Ella down after they entered the room.

But Ella was too weak to stand, staggering forward, placing her hands on Samuel's chest.

"Throwing yourself on me? Yes, I like it." He said it with a flirtatious tone which made Ella want to hit him.

"No. Take your mind out of the gutter. Haven't you had enough? I'm going to bed."

Going to bed? Samuel hadn't been satiated enough in the car, and there was no way he could let his hot wife go to bed without going for another round.

He pushed Ella up against the door and kissed her passionately.

Ella hated to admit, but he truly was good kisser. Her body was set on fire and she finally gave in to him.

Soon, the room filled with their passionate moans and groans, as they made love into the night.

Ella was woken up from her slumber when her phone rung. Groggy, she picked it up and heard Samuel's voice.

Confused, she glanced at the clock and was surprised that it was noon.

"Hello."

She only said one word, but it was enough to know that her voice was hoarse. Samuel smiled when he recalled how Ella acted in bed last night.

"Honey, it's time for lunch."

Ella hated to be called honey. She heard the word tons of times last night, and was tired of it.

"Samuel, don't call me honey any more. I'm sick of it." It wasn't until she said the whole sentence, that Ella realised how hoarse her voice was.

But that wasn't all.

Her body was also stiff.

Hearing her protest, Samuel took a drag on his cigarette and said, "Honey, why?"

"I just don't want to be referred to like that! I don't want to have lunch either. I want to sleep a bit more." Her voice dipped to a whisper, by the end of her sentence.

"You can sleep after lunch."

"I don't want lunch." Her voice died away to a harshed whisper.

"Put your clothes on and go to the dinning room. The cook has already prepared and served your lunch." Samuel hired a cook for her and their son.

"The cook? Is that you?" She remembered Samuel was pretty good at cooking.

Samuel put out the cigarette and said, "I can be your cook, but you have to wait till I am off duty. I will try to finish my work early today."

He'd be glad to cook for his beloved Ella.

"Okay." Ella went back to sleep.

But she didn't sleep for long as Samuel called her a few more times to wake her up. Ella had no other choice but to wake up.

She went downstairs after taking a shower.

Her lunch was already on the table, and looked and smelt delicious.

The cook was gone so Ella sat down and began to eat.