What happens when the love of your life becomes your greatest regret? When the choice you made to protect your dreams turns into the haunting shadow of "what if"? Falling for my billionaire Ex is a story that dares to explore those questions. This isn’t just a tale of exes reunited. It’s about two people—flawed, complicated, and human—who must confront the raw truth of their choices and the scars left behind. Elliot and Susan’s journey is messy, heartbreaking, and full of longing, but it’s also a testament to the power of second chances. Expect tension. Every meeting, every word they exchange carries the weight of a past that neither has forgotten. Their chemistry is undeniable, but so are their wounds. And as they step into each other’s worlds again, you’ll feel the magnetic pull of their connection just as they do. Explicit steamy and euphoric scenes starts from chapter 49... see you there. Love it, add to your library
View MoreElliotHer confession shattered every restraint I had left.She didn’t want to leave me.And I was damn sure she was going to remember that.I didn’t give her a chance to overthink, didn’t let her retreat back into her walls. Instead, I crashed my lips against hers, pouring every bit of frustration, longing, and raw need into that kiss.Susan gasped into my mouth, and I took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, my tongue sweeping in to claim hers. She melted into me, her fingers gripping the fabric of my shirt like she was afraid I’d disappear.Not a damn chance.I pressed her back against the mattress, my body settling between her legs. She moaned as my hand slid under the hem of her dress, tracing up the smooth expanse of her thigh.“Elliot...”“Shh,” I murmured against her lips. “No more running.”I kissed her harder, biting down on her lower lip before soothing it with my tongue. Her hands tugged at my shirt, and I sat up just long enough to yank it over my head, tossing it aside.
SusanWarmth. That’s what I felt first. Not just physical warmth but something deeper, something safe. My head was heavy, my body sluggish, but I knew I wasn’t alone. A familiar scent wrapped around me...clean, musky, undeniably him.I blinked, trying to orient myself. Dim lighting, soft sheets, a quiet hum of the city beyond the windows, this wasn’t my apartment.It was Elliot’s.Panic jolted through me, but before I could sit up, a deep voice cut through the haze.“You’re awake.”I turned my head, and there he was, sitting at the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped. He looked… exhausted. Like he hadn’t slept. Like I was the reason he hadn’t.Memories from earlier flooded back. The restaurant, Manuel, the alcohol, my stupid, pathetic breakdown. I closed my eyes briefly, humiliation creeping up my spine.“Why am I here?” I croaked.“You got drunk,” he said simply. “Manuel called me.”I winced, Manuel. He had seen me unravel, spilling my sorrows like a despe
Susan The wine burned as it slid down my throat, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my chest. I stared at the half-empty glass in my hand, swirling the deep red liquid mindlessly. The restaurant was dimly lit, filled with soft laughter and the clinking of glasses. But to me, it was just noise...a dull hum in the background of the storm raging inside me. I had told myself not to drink too much tonight. That I needed to keep my composure, to stay strong. But strength had abandoned me weeks ago. Across the table, Manuel sat, watching me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. “You don’t have to keep drinking,” he said gently. I let out a humorless laugh, setting the glass down. “Oh, Manuel. That’s where you’re wrong.” His brow furrowed. “Susan...” “I don’t want to think anymore,” I cut in, my voice raw. “I don’t want to feel.” I leaned back in my chair, staring up at the ceiling. My vision blurred slightly, and I blinked rapidly, refusing to let the tears fall. “I ha
Susan I barely had a moment to breathe after Manuel’s cryptic words before my phone buzzed.Elliot: Come outside. Now.My stomach twisted. I could already imagine his expression...dark, possessive, barely holding his temper in check.Sighing, I grabbed my coat and stepped out of the building. The moment I stepped out of the building, I spotted Elliot leaning against his car, arms crossed, his entire posture radiating controlled fury. The city lights reflected in his sharp eyes, and as I walked toward him, I braced myself for the storm that was about to come.“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” His voice was low, but the anger in it was unmistakable.I exhaled, already exhausted. “Not tonight, Elliot.”He pushed off the car, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. “Not tonight? Are you serious? You think I’m just going to stand by and watch while Fernandez treats you like some prize he’s about to claim?”I let out a bitter laugh. “So that’s what this is about? Jealousy?”His jaw
Susan The air in the office had become suffocating, thick with tension I couldn’t shake off. Every time I glanced up from my desk, I felt Elliot’s eyes on me, watching, scrutinizing, like he was waiting for me to slip up. It was like walking a tightrope, trying to balance my work with Manuel while keeping Elliot from spiraling into another jealous fit. But the worst part? I understood where Elliot was coming from. Because even I wasn’t sure what the hell was going on with Manuel Fernandez. We had our first one-on-one session scheduled for the afternoon. I tried to convince myself it was just business—nothing more, nothing less. But the moment Manuel walked into the room, I felt that familiar pull, the nagging memory I’d tried to bury. “Susan,” he greeted me with that smooth, accented voice, his dark eyes gleaming with something I couldn’t quite place. “It’s good to see you again.” I forced a polite smile. “You too, Mr. Fernandez.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Still formal,
Elliot I wasn’t proud of it, but jealousy had a way of sinking its claws deep into me. It wasn’t just about Susan working with Manuel Fernandez—it was the way the guy looked at her, like she was some kind of muse he’d been searching for his whole life. And I knew that look. I’d worn it the first time I realized Susan Hart wasn’t just another woman. She was the woman. I stared at the reports on my desk, but none of the numbers made sense. Hell, I couldn’t even focus. All I could think about was the way Manuel leaned in a little too close during meetings, his dark eyes lingering on Susan like he had every right to. The office door creaked open, and Adrian sauntered in, a cocky grin plastered on his face. “You look like hell,” he announced, plopping into the chair opposite me. “What’s eating you now?” I didn’t answer right away, just poured us both a drink from the decanter on my desk. The burn of the whiskey wasn’t enough to chase away the frustration gnawing at my insides. Adr
Susan I should’ve known Elliot wouldn’t let it go. His jealousy simmered just beneath the surface, peeking through every time Manuel’s name came up. But what could I say? I couldn’t exactly blame him. If the roles were reversed, I might’ve felt the same. But the thing is, Manuel wasn’t just some artist. He was a man with a past...a past that intertwined with mine in a way I hadn’t fully processed until now. The next morning, I walked into the office, balancing a coffee in one hand and my laptop in the other. The moment I stepped into the meeting room, Manuel was already there, his dark eyes tracking my every movement. “Good morning, Susan,” he greeted, his lips curling into that same enigmatic smile he always wore. “Morning, Mr. Fernandez,” I replied, keeping my tone professional, even though my mind flashed back to the rooftop. To that day. It was years ago, but the memory was sharp...like the first cut of glass against skin. I’d been on my way home from class, cutting through
Elliot The moment I stepped out of that conference room, my blood was boiling hotter than it had in years. I couldn’t get the image of Manuel’s smug face out of my head, nor the way his eyes lingered on Susan like she was some kind of unfinished masterpiece he couldn’t wait to touch up. I stormed into my office, slamming the door harder than necessary. My chest tightened with every breath, and for the first time in a long time, I felt completely out of control. Susan...my Susan...had history with this guy. And not just any history, but the kind that left marks, invisible yet undeniable. I didn’t give a damn about business deals or brand endorsements anymore. Manuel Fernandez had crossed a line, and I wasn’t about to sit back and watch him worm his way into Susan’s life. I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my messages until I found Adrian’s name. If anyone could talk some sense into me...or at least help me plot revenge...it was him. Need a drink. Now. His response was immed
Susan I thought the heat of Elliot’s touch would linger longer than the tension in my chest, but as I sat across from Manuel Fernandez in the sleek glass conference room, the memory of Elliot’s possessive kiss was already fading beneath the weight of unspoken words. Manuel wasn’t just an artist. He was a man with shadows in his eyes, the kind that hinted at stories left untold. Stories that, somehow, were tied to me. He leaned back in his chair, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, his dark eyes flickering with something I couldn’t quite place. Amusement? Nostalgia? I couldn’t tell. “You don’t remember me, do you?” he asked, his voice smooth, almost teasing. I swallowed, my mind racing. There was something familiar about him...the sharp angle of his jaw, the curve of his lips when he smiled. But the memory was hazy, like trying to grasp smoke. “I’m sorry,” I admitted, my voice quieter than I intended. “Should I?” His smile didn’t fade, but it changed, softening into someth
SusanI adjusted my blazer and took a deep breath before walking into the boardroom. This was the opportunity I'd been waiting for...no room for nerves, no room for mistakes.But the moment I stepped inside, my breath caught.Ten years. It had been ten long years since I last saw him, and yet, there he was...Elliot Prescott, sitting at the head of the boardroom table like a king on his throne.The universe had a twisted sense of humor, throwing me into his world when I was at my lowest. Jobless, desperate, and hanging onto the last thread of my self-respect, I'd walked into this meeting thinking it was just another pitch. But then his eyes...those same piercing green eyes...met mine, and for a moment, I couldn't breathe.His piercing green eyes meeting mine the second I walked in. Time hadn't touched him, if anything, it had made him sharper, more composed. The air in the room suddenly felt too heavy."Ms. Hart," a man sitting beside him said, oblivious to the jolt of recognition betw...
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