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The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back We need your help
NOVALuckily, my kids returned to their normal cheerful selves after I spent two days with them. I didn't get any text from the one threatening them, which would mean they realized I was no longer living with Dashiell.Brion too seemed beyond excited to hear my plans. He looked happier than the kids. I just knew the only one who wouldn't be happy about this would be Dashiell. Talking of Dashiell, I haven't seen him since I left the house. He had only called me twice, which I found odd. Each time he called, he only asked about Brion. I couldn't shake off the feelings of something being wrong, but when I asked him, he breezed past the question without answering it. Which was why I planned to meet with him today. “Are you going to work?” Brion looked up from his laptop the moment I stepped into the living room. He had been working from home since I returned to the house, claiming he didn't want me to feel so lonely whenever the kids went to school. I smiled, adjusting the strap of
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back You look good
I angrily downed the content of my coffee in one go, scalding my tongue, but I didn't feel it. I was still pissed because of those gold diggers that called themselves parents. I just had to hope the day wouldn't be that bad for me. Having met them this morning, I only have to hope their bad luck won't rub off on me. Dashiell was waiting in front of the office for me, nervously tugging on his suit. The moment my car drove into the personal space I got when I came to the company, he walked over, smiling as he opened the door for me. “You look pretty,” he breathed out, looking at me like he was seeing me for the first time. His eyes took me in, from my head to my toes. “Thanks. You don't look so bad yourself.” I got out of the car with my handbag. Locking the door behind me. “Uhm… Thanks. I thought to dress up for today.” He looked down, hiding the flush on his cheeks. I smiled at that, giving him an appraisal, and enjoying the way he squirmed at my gaze, like a shy bride. Dashiel
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back What's the catch?
My gaze whipped over to Dashiell, who gave me a little shrug. He closed the door and stepped into the room with me, nudging me as he whispered, “I was equally shocked when I learned she was the one coming over.” “Why didn't you fucking tell me?!” I gritted my teeth in rage, glaring at him. I would have punched him in the face had I not kept my anger in check. “I realized too late, and couldn't tell you about it so you won't ball out. Don't worry, you have me here.” Flashing his teeth at me, he took my hand in his and led me towards the mother, who was scowling at us. Amaya Esmeralda James. My always a perfect mother-in-law. She sat poised on the plush sofa, her elegant demeanour a stark contrast to the tension in the air. Her signature sunglasses perched on her nose, hid her eyes, but not the disapproval etched on her face. She wore a tailored, ivory pantsuit. The fabric hugged her slender frame, accentuating her refined features. A delicate silver necklace glinted around her ne
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I will always support you
Dashiell looked confused by my response. “Are you planning on leaving this country?” “No.”“Then why are you talking about the years being far?” “I just…” Sighing, I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling the frustration seeping in gradually, like a thief. “I don't even know if I would work for companies by then. I intend to open a branch here in Paris to have my company, Dashiell.” I had discussed this with Brion, and he thought it was the best decision ever. Having my company would make me independent, just like I had always wanted. I wouldn't have to rely on any company for marketing, and I sure as hell wouldn't need to sign exclusive contracts with any of them. Though Amaya sugar-coated the offer and made it sound like the best thing that would ever happen to me, I didn't trust her not to play tricks on me. “You —” “Is your mother now working for the Elite group? Didn't she step down months ago?” I asked a pressing question, one that had been bugging me since she present
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Is this happening?
DASHIELLLunch was eventful. Nova was the perfect lady for a perfect date, something I only realized after all these years. There were no dull moments with her, no time that I wished I were anywhere but there with her, eating what she was craving. After lunch, we walked back to the office. This time, I didn't get the opportunity to hold her like I was hoping. I didn't know how to ask to hold her hand, so I opted to walk next to her so that our shoulders brushed occasionally. To me, that was better than nothing. At least my body got to touch hers, even though my hands didn't. When we got back to the office, I asked for her help in reviewing some files with me. I didn't know why I asked her, but I blurted that out before I could think about it, and she accepted. Yeah. She didn't even ask why I wanted her help. She just gave in like she'd been doing since she arrived this morning.As we settled into my office, pouring over the files, our shoulders touched each time I walked over to
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I've missed this
“Dashiell!” she cried out the moment my tongue flicked on her pussy, moaning with abandon as she spread her thighs wider. The taste of her was perfection. As my tongue swirled laps around her clit, she braced herself with one hand. The other moved from my neck to my shoulders, trying to hang on as her legs trembled.“Fuck, you are good with this, Dashiell, so fucking good,” she whispered, moaning as my thumb rubbed on her clit. Her walls were like a vice around my fingers, growing tighter and tighter. I kept the steady thrusting of my fingers, and that grip tightened more, as did her arm around my shoulders. I increased my pace, feeling her pussy walls clamp around my fingers, trying to suck them dry like a starved baby hungry for its mother's milk. Calling my name and telling me how near she was, she gently rolled her hips against my hand as she rode out that orgasm, my fingers slick with her cum. “Fuck.” she whimpered as I withdrew my fingers, but slowly cleaned up every remnant
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Then do it
I felt a sense of comfort and belonging with her. The feeling of being emotionally attached was something I never had, and now I longed for it. She made me realize there was so much to life and made me crave something my parents didn't have, love and companionship. My parents only married because they had to, not out of love with each other. If only they realized this early like I did, they wouldn't have been frustrated. Mother wouldn't be this bitter and father would have gotten what he wanted, someone who cherished him. “Thoughts on me. Dashiell,” she whispered, frowning as she looked at me. “What are you thinking about?” “Nothing important.” I leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead, smiling when she closed her eyes. Nova would be the death of me. She was the weakness I didn't know I had. As she opened her eyes, they sparkled with a hint of mischief, and I couldn't resist the pull. My lips drifted down, brushing against hers in a gentle, exploratory kiss. Her eyelids fl
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Am I losing it?
NOVAIf Brion noticed how funny I walked yesterday, he didn't say a word about it. I spent the entire night thinking of the sex I had with Dashiell and how thrilling it felt because of where we did it. I couldn't wait to do it again with him. Which was why I sought him out the moment I arrived at work. I didn't know what came over me or why I was acting like a horny teenager, but I didn't stop to reflect on it because I wanted him to touch me! Okay, I think there's something wrong with me for wanting more after having a taste of what it felt like to have sex where someone could walk in and see you. I believe a succubus possessed me, but I couldn't tell if I was right. The only thing I knew was my desire to have him fuck me. We will get back to the problem with me after that. Dashiell was on the phone when I stepped into his office. The moment he saw me, he disconnected and got up, smiling as he approached me with spread arms. “Good morning. You look radiant this morning, darling.
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The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back We will make a paradise in the wilderness
It took the kids weeks before they got used to staying in Dashiell's house. As he promised, Dashiell was the best father to them. Most times, I'd yell because of how much he was spoiling the kids. He was making it impossible for me to caution them when they did something bad, so I had to draw the line between what he could do and what he couldn't. Brion started dating Benita a few weeks after I moved out. It started after the kids' birthday and the opening of my company. They met and bonded over a couple of drinks. At first, they were drinking buddies before they clicked. Who knows, I might be a godmother soon. I was so happy for him, grateful he found someone he loved. I feared he would stay single all his life because of how much I broke his heart, but he proved me wrong. He showed me how strong and capable he was, something I was super proud of. Amaya went to work full time, though she always made time to visit the kids. Once a month, the kids go to the house to stay with their
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back A total package
Brion didn't talk to me that day. He left me in the sitting room and took a walk around. He didn't return to the house that night. I stayed up with the kids expecting his return, but I didn't see him. He sent a text though, knowing I would be waiting, letting me know he wasn't returning that night. He asked me to go in and rest.After that day, our relationship became strained. Because of him, I didn't tell the kids about Dashiell because I was waiting for him to come to terms with my relationship with Dashiell. He was the most important person to me, and I wanted his blessings before I could pursue anything with Dashiell. It took him a week to do that. All the while, I kept the news of my pregnancy from Dashiell. As much as I loved him, I knew I would leave with Brion if that made my friend happy. I might end up resenting him for taking me away from the man I loved, but that didn't mean I was ready to see him heartbroken. He was my best friend, and I would do anything for him. With
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Another confession
I didn't know how to break the news to Dashiell. I wanted to keep it a secret, to wait for the perfect moment to break it, but no day seemed like the right time. Because of the amount of time he spent away from the office, there was work for him to do and meetings for him to attend, which was why he hardly stayed in the office. The only times I had seen him in the office for the past two days were each morning and some evenings. Aside from that, we had only spoken on the phone. Deciding to tell Brion and the kids about the pregnancy before him, I left the office early. I wanted so badly to tell Benita about the good news, but wished Brion and the kids to know about it before any other person. Brion had already put the children to sleep when I arrived home. Greeting him, I walked to my room to change before I joined him in the sitting room. I didn't know how to break the news to him because I knew he still had feelings for me. The news will make him realize he didn't have any chanc
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I'm not alone
We got back together after that night. Dashiell stayed at home to recuperate while I worked. Each night, Amaya came over to take care of him while I went back to my kids until he fully healed. After a week, he was good enough to walk. Amaya didn't need to come over to help with his meals anymore. He could walk on his own and was even strong enough to return to work. That Monday, the buzz his return caused in the office made me realize some workers loved him despite how detached and distanced he was from them. Okay, the majority were females. Because of how handsome he was, most of them loved him and wished for a chance to be with him. Which was why they didn't like me at all. Work resumed, and everything returned to normal. We didn't talk about me moving back to his house as I promised, but I knew it would only be for a while before he asked me about it, and I wasn't prepared for it at all. I haven't spoken to my kids, and I have yet to tell them about my relationship with Dashiell
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
