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The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I want to be a better man
I smiled, to hide the awkwardness I felt at his words, sipping the glass of water in front of me. It was enough to keep me occupied so I wouldn't have fo respond to his words. We ordered, and as we waited for our meals, Dashiell reached across the table, taking my hand in his. His touch ignited a flutter in my chest. It could be because of the atmosphere, making me feel so much more than I would have felt in a normal circumstance. Over dinner, we savoured each bite, indulging in rich flavours and textures. The risotto was creamy, the pasta perfectly done, and the wine complemented everything beautifully. Everything enamoured me. It seemed Dashiell took his time in making certain everything was perfect, which made me wonder when he actually did that. How did he get time within all the visits he got in his office from workers who wanted to take advantage of him? I didn't ask that though, instead; I kept the conversation within a friendly chatter. Our discussion flowed effortless
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Your kids are in danger
He hesitated, then answered, stepping away from me so he would focus on the call. “Hey, Ken. What's up? Is everything alright?" A pause."What? When? Why didn't anyone tell me about this when I left? Didn't you notice it then?" Dashiell's expression changed from serenity to concern. “Okay, I will be right there. I'm close to the office.” He hung up, his eyes apologetic. “Emergency at the office. I have to go.”"Oh." Disappointment washed over me. It wasn't clear to me why I didn't want him to go. I felt this need to keep him by my side, but I knew it would be impossible to do that. “What's wrong? What happened?” I asked when I realized he was watching me, probably waiting for me to ask him that. “It's nothing to worry about. Just an issue with the documents I signed today. It won't take much of my time. Don't worry.” He leaned down and placed a kiss on my forehead. “I will be back before you know it.”"Do you want me to escort you? I can help you with some things you know, like —
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Let's separate
I know I was paranoid, thinking the person would sneak into my home and harm my kids, but I had to be certain I was careful enough with this. “Is everything alright?” Brion sounded concerned. “Are you okay?”“I'll explain later. Just please keep them safe. Stay with them always if you can. Please let the teachers know they shouldn't let anyone close to them,” I added, recalling how easy it was for Dashiell to visit the kids in school.I needed everyone to be careful about the people they let into the school to avoid anything happening to my babies. They are all I have.“I will. Don't worry. Just make sure you let me in on what's going on. I don't want to be kept in the dark, okay?” “Alright.” I disconnected, my mind racing as I tried not to show how scared I was by the call, but it was impossible to do that when my mind kept on returning to the text. Who was behind these threats? And what did Dashiell have to do with it? Could this have anything to do with Lilith? She was the onl
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back It will only be for a short while
DASHIELLThose words weren't what I expected to hear, not at this time, and certainly not ever. We had a wonderful night at the restaurant, right? The ambience was great, everything moved so well. I couldn't understand why she would want to separate when I had promised to keep her safe. I knew it had to do with the threat but come on. I thought we were stronger than this. “Why?” My voice came out more than a whisper, became I feared the response she would give. I just didn't want my heart to break into countless pieces anymore. “Why? Do you even need to answer this, Dashiell? Of course, you know why I want to separate from you. We need to keep our distance for now.” She walked over to the bed and sat on it, staring up at me. “Understand me, Dashiell, I'm only doing this for the kids. I need to keep them safe, and I know you want that, right?”Her gaze sought mine. Like she was looking for signs in them. Exhaling, I ran my fingers through my hair. I didn't even know what to give in r
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I love it when you tease me with your tongue
I looked at her for a long time, thinking, but there was nothing I could do about it. She had already decided that this would be our last time together for a long time to come. The least I could do was make it worthwhile while dragging our pleasure.I brought my lips to Nova and kissed her, savouring the taste of her lips on mine. I opened her lips with mine and slipped my tongue into her mouth as I rubbed her breasts. My slacks felt restraining against my dick as I kissed her as my entire life depended on it. I pulled back to look into her eyes, staring into those beautiful orbs as I whispered, “Are you sure about this? I won't force you to do whatever you don't want to do. You owe me nothing.”I just needed to be certain she was doing this because she wanted to, not out of pity because that would suck. I didn't want her pity. “I do.” She smiled. Though it wasn't as genuine as the one she offered me during dinner, it was okay, not the forced ones she gave me back when we were still
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back Ready for more
Crying out my name as she arched her back and put her hands on my shoulders for support as she arched bet back, bringing her pussy to my face. Her cries were damned right sexy. It should be illegal for someone to sound like that. Placing a kiss on her clit, I pushed her thighs wider to open up her cunt for my exploring tongue. She gladly opened her legs for me as my tongue came closer to her pussy lips. The sweet smell of arousal filled my nose as my tongue made its first contact with her dripping sex. “Dashiell!” she cried out, clenching her stomach as my tongue once more teased her pussy. I licked from her clit to her pussy, repeating the action each time her moan got louder. I loved it more whenever she screamed out my name as she told me just how she enjoyed getting tongue fucked. My pretty innocent wife was gradually getting lewder as the day went. She moaned as my hands held her arse and my tongue searched out the inner recesses of her pussy. I felt the flood of her juices fl
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back I want to taste you
NOVAI knew I promised myself that the last time I would be intimate with him was a week ago, but I had to break it. Well, it wasn't the first. I seemed to have broken over two promises to myself ever since I returned to Paris.Sighing. I lathered myself, looking into the mirror at the tired woman gazing back at me. Dashiell offered to bathe me, but I refused, opting to do that myself. I wanted a few minutes of reprieve from the man, who seemed like he wanted to make up for the days we would spend apart. He said that. I didn't just make those words up. After a wholesome bath. I towelled down my body and put on my robe before exiting the bathroom. Dashiell was lying on the bed when I stepped into the room, and he instantly got up and walked over to me. He lifted his lips in a smirk as his gaze raked over me, letting me know what he had in mind. Without saying a word, he put his hand on my back and rubbed my back. Sighing, I turned to look at him, and he leaned in and kissed me on th
The Billionaire's Regret: Getting My Wife Back You are not making this easy for me
“I want this, and I know you feel the same. Why don't we relieve ourselves of the stress and go on?” I lifted my brows at him. “If you say so.” I felt the tip of his bare cock as he slowly pushed against the lips of my dripping pussy. I felt his cock head pushing, the tip slipping partially in, then pressing further inside of me, pushing against my walls as his shaft slid deeper inside of me. I gasped as his cock made its way into my soaking pussy. When he finally entered me fully, it was as if the world stopped. I held my breath from the mix of pain, followed by pleasure.For a moment, I couldn't breathe. Yeah, I was still sore despite the pleasure I was feeling, and it seemed like I was forcing myself to do it when it was what I wanted. You know that feeling where your stomach is hungry, and your mouth isn't? Yeah, that was the point I found myself. I wanted this even though my body was trying to protest.Making certain I was okay, he started to push his cock inside me, sliding i
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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
