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The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back You deserve more than this
The room erupted into murmurs and disbelieving glances. Dashiell's expression remained neutral. I could see how nonchalant he was about this. He must have thought over this for a long time before bringing it out like this.A shareholder, Mr. Johnson, spoke up. “Mr James, we weren't aware of this change. You specifically said you didn't desire an assistant. Why change now? Can you explain?” He asked, his gaze flickering to me for a moment before it returned to Dashiell. I didn't need to be in their hearts to know what they were thinking at the moment. Being a woman, most of them might think he only gave me this position because I slept with him. As if I wanted the position. Had he spoken about this before calling me, I wouldn't have honoured his invitation. Now, it seemed I only had to watch while they decided, trying not to cause any major issues. Dashiell's smile was charming. He didn't seem fazed by their side talks, his gaze as pleasurable as ever as he laced his fingers. “Miss N
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Giving him the reins
I was in a daze throughout the day. I wanted to argue, to tell him he had no right to say those words to me, but I couldn't shake off how genuine he sounded when he looked at me, barring his soul, so I could see how well he meant by what he was doing. Not for the first time, he made me feel guilty, knowing I was playing with his feelings while he wasn't doing the same. He was trying to be the best lover ever, but I realized it wasn't my fault. He made me feel this way about him, and it was his payback. Now that I had gotten his love and a share in his company, I knew it was time for me to step up the game. Having that in mind, I decided to make our last sexual encounter the best for him, knowing it would be the last time I ever got intimate with him. I thought about it for a long time before choosing the scene. Dashiell stood nervously over the counter, looking at me. He tried to avoid my gaze, but couldn't do that, not with how I leaned on the counter, pushing my breasts out.His
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Relax
As I knelt before him, my lips parted willingly as I took his cock in and wrapped my mouth around him. My tongue swirled up and down his salty shaft, teasing him until he could take no more. “Nova,” he groaned, whispering my name like a prayer. The tone he used shot right into my pussy, which clenched in response to the call as I increased my pace.I could feel his heartbeat on my tongue and I opened my jaws wider for him. My pussy throbbed as I worked my mouth on his cock, clenching as it got wetter. Calling out my name and telling me just how good my mouth on him was, he bucked his hot crotch in my face, filling my mouth with his dick. Unable to take it, I dipped my fingers deeper into the wetness between my legs, circling the tip of my forefinger around my clit, then diving back into the juicy warmth of my twitching cunt again. I kept swallowing his cock, my mouth filled with a mixture of saliva and pre-cum as he fucked my face hard. His balls bounced against the underside of my
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Not so bad
It took a moment for me to actually do that. I relaxed, moaning when he hit a particular point, one that caused my toes to curl and made me arch my back.He positioned the head of his sex at my arsehole making me whimper with need. The swollen head of his dick popped into my anus, and he uttered a gasp as he waited for me to adjust to his cock in my arse. “Tell me if it hurts,” he whispered, placing a kiss on my back.It took him a short time to get his manhood fully sheathed inside me, and he was soon pulsing quickly in and out, looking down between my legs at his big, slippery cock and my stretched pink hole. It was a mesmerizing sight to see, one that almost left me speechless.I didn't know I would enjoy having someone fuck my arse. It has crossed my mind more than once, but I never actually thought of it, always associating fucking in the arsehole with pain. Yeah, there was pain. One that almost made me regret letting him touch me there, but when the pain subsided, the pleasure w
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back A different kind of pleasure
Not for the first time, I noticed just how handsome he was. It was difficult not to see that when I woke up each morning to his goofy smiles as he passed a cup of coffee to me, asking how my night was. As I sat in the bath, he smiled at me and started rubbing soap on my body as he massaged my tits, making my tits harden. Despite the passionate sex we just had downstairs where I let him fuck my holes, I was hot and bothered, ready to take him on should he demand that. I blamed it all on the three weeks I spent without having sex, opting to forget I spent over five years alone, without having sex. I didn't even use any sex toys during that period, as I wanted to dedicate all my time to my babies. Had I not returned and met Dashiell when I did, I doubt I would have rekindled this feeling. Well, I might have. Had Brion confessed to me on time, I wouldn't have hesitated to be with him like I was doing now. Just the thoughts of cheating on him while with Dashiell made me focus on one man
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back A wonderful way to start my day
DASHIELL I couldn't tell what was going on with Nova, same as I couldn't tell what was going on with me. It was as if we had the same problem because tell me why I would stand by the bathroom this morning, watching her after the recent session we had last night. I was insatiable and wanted to tap that arse once more before leaving for work, even though I knew she might not let me do that. What? A man could only hope for something, and that was what I was banking on, as I watched her, barely keeping my hunger from my gaze. My dick was as hard as a rock, straining against my shorts as I watched her. She ignored me as she stripped off all her clothes right in front of me. I stared at her smoking-hot body as she walked over to the bench, her hips swaying with each step. Without even realizing it, my hand had moved to my cock and was stroking it absent-mindedly. With Nova, I was already hard. It was difficult not to drool over her perfect body. With her blonde hair tied up to avoid wett
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Are you still friends with her?
NOVAI let Dashiell drive me to work because why not? It wasn't as if I had anything to lose. I just wanted to have time to go through my plans once more. “Did Lilith travel?” I lowered the volume of the radio as I turned to him with a frown, keeping a genuine expression on my face. “No, why?” He looked confused. “Why are you suddenly asking about her? Is everything okay?” He lifted a brow as he asked, looking intently at me."Yeah.” Leaning back on the seat, I kept my focus on the road ahead, even though I wasn't the one driving. “It's just… I haven't seen her for a while now, so I assumed she travelled.”You would have thought the woman screaming for me to let go of her man would have camped outside his company, waiting for him every day. I didn't expect her to stay for weeks without visiting him. It didn't sound like Lilith. Of course, I knew there was no way she would give up on him. Not when she seemed hell-bent on having him return to her side. Lilith was in no way letting me
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back An unexpected meeting
I left the office around noon to check on the new game River said he wanted. I figured he had gone out of the phase of asking me to get new games for him, only for Brion to call an hour ago, letting me know my son had a demand for a new game, one I was forced to go out to check. Why? I was trying to be the best mum ever. Which was why I opted to go check on it myself instead of sending Brion, who would have been more than eager to go on the errand. I strode down the aisle, checking the games on the cases until I got to the one that looked exactly like the picture Brion sent, only for me to realize it wasn't the same. The one on the shelf was the old version. After checking through the others with no success, I walked over to the cashier. “Excuse me. Do you have this in your store?” I showed her the picture on my phone. “My son wants this model, but I can't seem to find it here.”And their shop is said to be the largest toy store in the country. Not seeing it here made me want to do
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The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Prepare yourself
It seemed like the Nova who was acting like a saint downstairs, the one who cared about his health and wanted to take things slow, had been transformed. In her place was one who didn't care at all about anything else but getting her pleasure. My panties were soaking wet already, my pussy throbbing, eager to get down and dirty with him. I doubt I would be down to anything else that didn't include getting on my back with him between my legs, pleasuring me as if his life depended on it. The palm that was on my breasts drifted down. My breath stopped as he slid his hand into my panties. I was wet and ready for him. My responsiveness should have scared me, but it didn't. I didn't even think of how odd it was that I stayed for five years without being touched by another man, only for me to start feeling this damned aroused after just a month without his touch. Had he somehow made me a slave to his passion? I'd heard stories like this, but never thought someone would make a woman love them
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Lust craze
“Fuck, Nova,” he growled, his voice getting deeper and sexier. I loved it. Everything about him was so tempting. I didn't think I would ever feel that way for him, but here we were, years after we got married, finally in love with each other. Back when I left the country, I never imagined such a day would come, but it seemed I was wrong all along. I rubbed my fist from the tip to the bottom, still looking at him. Even though his eyes were shut, I loved staring at his face, to know his expression. It was my way of knowing if he was getting into this like I was. I repeated the action once more, running my tongue around the tip of his dick, sucking it in. He groaned, cursing under his breath. Smiling around his dick, I wrapped my fists around him, stroking from the tip to the bottom. His scent, so musky and delicious, aroused me. I was wet and ready to have him make love to me as he promised, but at that moment, I needed to feel him in my mouth, take him deeper until he came. I wanted
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I can do it
I bit my lower lip, peering up at him through my lashes. I felt the flush go from my neck to my cheeks the more intense his gaze became, like he was staring into my soul, seeking answers I couldn't give with my mouth. He reached over to me and rubbed his thumb on my lower lips, his gaze fixed on mine. “What should we do, Nova?” His whispered voice washed through my body like a balm, reaching deep into my spirit. “You are sick,” was all I could manage to say. “You can't —”“It doesn't mean I can't satisfy you, Nova. My legs are yet to heal, but that didn't mean I can't pleasure you, can't make you moan my name as your pussy clamp down on my dick.”My breath hitched in my throat at his words. Gulping, I peered into his eyes. I didn't know how to respond to those words, to the desires swirling deep in his gaze as he placed his hand under my jaw and lifted my gaze towards him. “Dashiell —”“Do you want this just as I do?” He whispered, his breath fanning my face as he came closer. The w
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I enjoy being wrapped around her finger
Brion was discharged three days later. Unlike the past few days, he could stand now without being tired or helped. The doctors believe he will recover well at home. After getting discharged, I took him and the kids back home. Dashiell was still getting treatments. They would have discharged him with Brion had it not been for his legs. The doctors wanted to keep him in the hospital for a week more, to check on his recovery. I just prayed everything would work out perfectly. Two weeks later, I drove him back home. Amaya came over to stay in the hospital with him so I could return to work. We had been gone for days, and the shareholders were making snide remarks about it, so I had to return to take care of the office while he recovered. The past few weeks have been a busy one for me. There were piles of work waiting on my desk for me when I returned, and I had to also combine it with Dashiell's. Had it not been for Benita's help, I would have drowned in work. She was such a darling, h
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back You are safe now
The doctor removed the IV drip before I could visit Dashiell. Ben led me by the hand, keeping me steady as he took me over to the room. Brion and the kids hadn't been alerted yet, so they didn't know we were back. My phone was off, so I hadn't gotten a call from him — yet. However, I knew it was only a matter of time before he called the police to report about me.The moment I opened the door, my eyes locked with that of a shocked man. Emerald eyes bore into mine the second I stepped into the room. "Nova?” He whispered, his voice shaky. He looked like he was imagining me because he lifted his right index and rubbed furiously on his eyes before it landed on me. “You are real?”I nodded, as tears rolled down my eyes. Dashiell was a shell of himself. Just a few days in captivity, and he had gotten so lean, I hardly recognized him. His skin was pale, almost translucent, and his cheekbones jutted out sharply. I was frozen, staring at my lover, and imagining how much he had suffered to l
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Finally
When I came to, I was lying on a bed. The scent of disinfectant in the room made me realize where I was. I slowly sat up, grimacing at the pain in my arm. I had a bandage wrapped around my biceps, one that was stained with blood.The monitor next to me beeped as if it could sense my discomfort. Wincing, I leaned on the bed as I looked around the empty room. From the looks of it, Ben took me to the clinic I left Brion in. Heaving out a breath, I closed my eyes as images of the last time I was awake assaulted me. A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. Snapping my eyes open, I looked towards it as it opened and Ben stepped in. “Thank God you are awake,” he said as he walked over to my bed and sat beside me, relief etched on his face. “Welcome back. You've been out for hours.”"Hours?" rubbed my temples, trying to clear the fog. “What of Gabriella?”“Dead. You did a pretty good number on her. The police have agreed to rule it out as self-defence. As she was an offender, it's not
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back You won't hurt anyone again
“Where is Dashiell?” I asked after a few seconds, still wondering why she hadn't attacked me. I figured all it would take was a little talk before we get down to business. “Dashiell?” She made a face at that before a knowing smirk took over. Getting up, she glanced towards the stairs, which seemed like it had seen better days. The stairs didn't look like they would last for another year before caving in. Just like the rest of the house, it was dying — most times, I always believed houses were entities. She snapped her fingers and three men appeared from a door behind where she stood, their chest bare, showing off muscles that must have taken years to build. My heart skipped as I gripped the pistol in my hoodie tighter. I knew it was about time for the fight. But I doubt I could take the men on. Gabriella alone? I could. “Do you assume the gun you hid in your hoodie will help you, darling?” She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the sides. "How?" I was dumbstruck by the question. “How
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back His stepsister
It looked just like the place someone as shady as Zoey would be. As I approached, I noticed the overgrown yard and weeds sprouting through cracks in the pavement. Nature had reclaimed the property, wrapping vines around the porch pillars. I slowed my pace, my senses on high alert. Something felt off. Though Ben's hidden presence reassured me, my heart continued to thud like a bass drum in my chest. I took a deep breath and stepped onto the porch, the wooden boards groaning beneath my feet. The door creaked as I pushed it open, and I called out, “I'm here.” My voice echoed through the empty corridor. At first, nothing happened, until I heard a rather familiar voice asking me to come forward. I looked back at the place Ben was likely hiding in before I fully stepped in and closed the falling door. I shivered as I walked forward, guided by the dim lighting in the hallway before I arrived in the sitting room. A figure sat perched on one of the sofas, the minute I walked in. “Hell
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back It will end today
I got dressed for the operation. We didn't return to the hospital because I didn't think it was necessary. Brion would undoubtedly try to talk me out of my plans, which was why I didn't attempt a return there, not until we had gotten everything sorted. Today, I vowed, would be the day I bring Dashiell back home. He had stayed too long with Zoey. It was time for him to return, to his home, to me and the kids.“Ready?” Ben turned to me, lifting a brow, when I stepped out of the motel I checked into to change out of my clothes. I had a bulletproof vest under a hoodie.To cover my guns, I stuffed them into the pockets of my hoodie, waiting until I got an excellent location to conceal them. “Ready,” I confirmed, adjusting my hoodie to ensure the bulletproof vest wasn't visible. “Well, as ready as I can, for a dangerous mission,” I added with a smile. Though I was feeling as nervous as hell, and it felt like my heart was about to leap from my chest, I acted like I was okay. Yeah, perfectly
