Substitute Bride: Utterly Pampered by Her Billionaire Husband-Chapter 871: Name Your Price

Justin Xavier was about to curse, damn it!

He’s 29 this year, except for that one time when he was 18, he’s been like a monk ever since.

If he were naturally uninterested in women, it would be fine, but he’s had his eye on Leah Thorne from early on, raising her by his side all these years, coveting her day and night, with his desires growing uncontrollably.

Today, he was really provoked by her, which gave Davina Rowe a chance, but who knew Leah would burst in again, insisting he was dirty.

He didn’t understand, what did it matter to her whether he was dirty? Didn’t he let her go?

Then just leave, let him stay here alone in the darkness, to fend for himself.

But, she actually came back again.

And now she’s asking him if he’s that desperate?

Justin Xavier easily held her restless wrist with a few long fingers and urgently, roughly pulled at her sweater, panting heavily, "Leah, don’t you have a clue if I’m desperate or not?"

"...Justin Xavier, let go of me, I admit I was wrong, I’ll call Davina back for you."

"There’s no need, when you’re not here, they can do, but once you’re back, they’re nothing." Justin’s voice was hoarse.

Those women can’t compare to Leah Thorne in beauty or grace; Justin Xavier is the best at picking women, with the highest standards, already spoiled.

There is a natural difference in strength between men and women, and although Leah Thorne struggled, soon she felt a chill as he had already taken off her sweater.

The back of her knees hit the edge of the bed, and she fell directly onto the soft big bed.

Justin Xavier looked at her, not knowing she was wearing a strap floral dress underneath, the dark dress mixed with fresh small flowers, not a bright color, but classy enough. When Leah fell, her curly hair blossomed in the air, silky white skin like satin, with rosy cheeks and lips, just lying there on his big bed, causing Justin Xavier’s pupils to contract sharply.

Falling suddenly, Leah felt a bit dizzy, then it went dark in her sight; Justin kneeled on the bed, already hovering over her.

Leah looked at him; his cold eyes were already tinged with bloodshot red, staring at her, like a fierce beast eyeing its delectable prey.

Perhaps in the next second, he would pounce.

Leah’s heart skipped, "Justin Xavier, you’ve already searched; I only have this dress on me, no photos hidden, you can let me go now."

Justin didn’t move, his tall, handsome body trapping her beneath, his Adam’s apple moved up and down twice, then he spoke, "How do I know... if you have my photo under your dress?"

"..." Leah chuckled bitterly, arching her brows, her naturally alluring eyes showing a faint charm, "So, President Xavier wants to use the photo excuse to strip me of this dress too?"

Saying this, Leah tilted her head, "But under the dress there’s... underwear, panties, it seems President Xavier wants to strip all these, and won’t stop until I’m naked today."

Justin Xavier felt like his throat was burning with fire coals; for the first time, he thought a woman’s beauty on Leah Thorne was original sin.

"If you give me back my photo..."

"President Xavier," Leah cut him off directly, "At this point, what are we discussing photos for? Strip if you want, hurry up."

Leah laid down flat, letting him do as he pleased.

Justin Xavier stared at her for a moment, then raised a hand to slip off one of her shoulder straps.

Soon, he felt the body beneath his fingertips growing rigid, like cold stone.

Justin froze, his voice hoarse, asking, "Leah, can you still not accept men?"

Leah looked at the sparkling crystal chandelier above, "Can my inability to accept men stop your beastly behavior next? If it can, then I’ll tell you, yes."

Justin did not proceed.

Leah felt the man on her become quiet, she looked at him, only to see that although he hadn’t continued his search, now his gaze was fixed fiercely on her chest.

She had one shoulder strap slipped down by him, exposing a large area of creamy white skin, heaving gently.

This man was truly shameless and perverted!

Leah quickly reached out to pull up her shoulder strap, "What are you looking at, President Xavier? Haven’t you seen a woman’s chest before? With your lavish ways, you could get smothered in a woman’s chest for just some money."

The view was gone, so Justin Xavier’s bloodshot, lustful cold eyes fell upon Leah’s charming little face. He casually curved his thin lips, "Name your price."

"What?" Leah didn’t understand for a moment.

Justin reached out and gently patted her soft white cheek, cheeky and roguish, "I’m not interested in other women, just want to see yours. I’ll pay you, you name a price."

"..." Leah’s pupils shrank, "Justin Xavier, let me give you a kind word of advice, a lot of people hate you now, you should have some shame!"

Justin smiled, "What’s shame? I’ve never heard of it."

Frustrated, Leah immediately raised her small hand to slap him across that hateful handsome face of his.

But this time, she didn’t succeed because Justin caught her slender wrist midway and pressed it against the bed, his tongue touched the right cheek that had been slapped, chuckling softly, "Want to hit me? Let me touch you, one touch for one hit."

This lunatic!

Leah kicked him, struggling with all her might, "Justin Xavier, let me go!"

She bit down on his broad shoulder.

Justin felt the pain, her sharp teeth pierced through the fabric to his skin, and sweet blood oozed out.

His handsome eyelids fluttered; he couldn’t hold back, his large hand came to her chest, without considering her pain, let out a muffled groan, collapsing directly onto her. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

--A small tale from Jude and Yara’s daily life--

After separating in the CEO’s office, Jude Crawford’s life returned to normal. This day, he stayed at the company for a meal, walking towards the cafeteria with his secretary.

From afar, he spotted Isabelle Willow, the girl was standing in the cafeteria, wearing a white dress, on tiptoe, trying to get a colorful lollipop.

"Wow, isn’t that... the little lady boss?" The higher-ups, after witnessing Isabelle’s public declaration "Jude Crawford, you’re mine," automatically labeled her and started calling her the little lady boss.

Jude Crawford’s deep, narrow eyes swept towards those executives.

The executives immediately fell silent.

But soon, Jude looked away again; he didn’t scold or stop his executives.

Thus, the term "little lady boss" was endorsed by Jude Crawford himself, and spread widely.