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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
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back A game we have all played
I sat in my car for a long time, thinking about the meeting with my brother, the last person I wanted to run into. I thought they had left Paris for good. Who would have thought they would return? And not just that, but Dieudonne looked so bad, I knew things hadn't been going well for them. I didn't need to ask him about it to know what was going on. They must have exhausted the money they got, which was why they were looking for me.After a few minutes in the car, I exited, calling Brion to tell him about the toys, begging him to help me stall until they got the model River wanted. The moment I got to my office, I called Benita to meet me there. I needed someone to help with my plans, and she was the right candidate for it. As she was the only friend I had in the entire building, aside from those I smile with, and occasionally wave at whenever I see.“That's a simple thing to do,” she said after I filled her in on what I wanted her to do. The smile on her face was so pronounced, I d
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back You planned this
Dashiell hesitated, torn between comforting Lilith and adhering to my warning. I won at the end because he relaxed back, not going towards her like he intended at first. He must have known going to her would make me so mad, he would only pray I get to let go of my anger. Smiling at that, I sat back on the desk and watched the pathetic woman who was trying to garner sympathy from my husband.“Lilith, stop,” I commanded, my patience wearing thin. “This act won't work on us. You don't have to waste your tears over something you can't fight. You have already lost.”Her sobs slowed, her eyes flashing with anger as she glared at me. I could see the resentment in her gaze as she looked at me, almost like she was planning my funeral. “You're enjoying this, aren't you? This was all you planned, wasn't that? To make me see just how much Dashiell loves you, right?” “I'm just protecting my marriage,” I replied coolly, folding my arms as I tried to act like I was seriously thinking of my marriag
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back The enemy of my enemy is my enemy
LILITHI stormed out of the office, my anger, and humiliation simmering. He'd called me just to rub his marriage in my face. I should have known this was fucking going to happen. Well, I knew there was something fishy about the call, but I ignored it, thinking he called because he missed me. Now that I knew why he called, I felt like a fool. The smiles on Nova's face and how Dashiell obeyed all her orders caused me to grit my teeth in annoyance. He was never this way with me. Even though he claimed he loved me, he never listened to me. Not even when I asked him to do anything. He does whatever he pleases without even letting me advise him on anything. But he wasn't that way with Nova. With her, he was like a cute little boy, eager to do all her bidding. And that right there pained me more than anything else had ever done. I was mad. So mad, I would have stormed over to meet those bastards I sent to kill her had it not been for the appointment I had with Dashiell's mum in a few hours.
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Can I spend a day with the kids?
DASHIELLThere had been no news for a while and things seemed to have quieted down. Nova no longer got threatened, and she seemed to have gotten better with my workers and her new position. Everything was going so well, but each time I had to stop, to pinch myself, to make sure I wasn't imagining anything. Well, I was grateful for the peace. This way, I wouldn't be worried about someone attacking Nova when I'm not looking.However, there was something else I was worried about, something that gave me sleepless nights. I walked into my ex-wife's office, my stomach twisting into knots at the thoughts of the conversation I intended to have with her. I hated asking for permission to see my kids, knowing she would turn me down like she had always done. I wasn't expecting a miracle, yet I hoped I could convince her this time, to let me see the kids, even if it was for a few minutes. I just wanted to be with them, to have fun, and do whatever fathers do with the kids even though they didn't
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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
