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The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back A family lunch
NOVAThey discharged me two days later, allowing me to return home after two weeks of being in the hospital instead of the initial promised one week. After the attack at the hospital, Dashiell transferred me to another hospital. This time, he didn't let anyone know my location, not even his secretary. He wanted to avoid the episode he walked in on, with the man trying to strangle the sweet life out of me, something I couldn't debate. The timer went off, causing my focus to return to the present. It was noon, and I was preparing lunch for my kids. Since I was hospitalized, I have only been able to speak with them twice. I didn't call them like I promised on the day they attacked me because of how my voice sounded. Dashiell said I would only scare them off with the voice instead of quelling their worried heart, and I listened to him, knowing he had a point there.I had just switched the cooker off when the doorbell went off. "I'm coming!" I yelled, wiping my flour-covered hands on my
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back A test
Nodding, River took a small plate from the table and dished some rice for him, smiling as he placed it in front of him. “My mum makes the meanest curry. Have a taste,” he urged, passing the plate of curry towards him. “But if you don't like that, you can have her egg sauce and stew. Uncle Brion prefers the mutton stew while Willow thinks the egg sauce is the best. Me? I love her curry the best!”A small smile appeared on my lips as I watched my son act like the perfect host. The little boy of years ago, who clung to me in his sleep, seemed to have grown faster than I could keep up with. I didn't even recognize him at all. “I guess I will have to taste it all.” Winking, Dashiell took a helping of the curry first, making River nod his head, his smiles wider than ever. Brion glared but didn't say a word. He kept quiet, keeping whatever he had to say to himself because of the kids, something I was grateful for. I just wasn't in the mood for another episode. “Wow. This is good!” Dashie
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back An assistant director
“She's back!” Benita nearly tackled me to the floor the moment I stepped into the office a week later. Dashiell was serious about not letting me work until he was certain I was healthy enough to do that. Yeah, I had to lie in bed for the entire week before he let me work, something I had been gritting my teeth over. It didn't help matters that Brion supported him for once, droning about my security and how much I needed to rest. It felt like they both collaborated on the matter, but I knew that couldn't be true. With their temperament, the only thing they would agree to was a duel to determine the strongest among them. “I missed you!” She added, hugging me so tight, and almost forced the life out of my body. “Girl! Don't do this to me again!” She placed her head on my chest, acting like a baby. Of course, that was what she was, a baby. “I'm back now, aren't I?” I smiled at her. Though we had times we disagreed on something and moments when her childish ways got to me, I couldn't t
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
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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
