All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

She does not feel like giving in to his demands, so she keeps staring at him with a deep scowl on her face. She does not ignore the fact that he is in the driver's seat as she lies on the chair behind the car, his arms extended above her, her bra undone, her shirt revealing her innermost qualities, which are currently driving him dangerously close to losing his mind. He sighs and gives her a fierce glare before dropping to the chair, resting his hands on either side of her face and raising an eyebrow to look down at her. " After all of this, Ariana, I can not believe you are still trying to be so stubborn." Gazing into his majestic, seductive eyes that slide down her face to her chest, he says softly in a way that makes her fight to catch her breath. "I adore what I see, and I appreciate how endearing and alluring you have always been. So, where should we begin?" He says as he gently raises his hand and starts to move it down her body, tracing it from her neck to her chest and final

"Ah, oh yes, oh goddamn it, oh yes baby," Vincent sighs again as he straightens his stride with his hands against Ariana's shoulder, slamming and pummeling her without any regard for the fact that her whole body is trembling with intense pleasure within his arms. In his hands, she has already experienced at least two orgasms, and he has no intention of letting her go anytime soon. He can not get enough of her body; he is going completely bonkers. He keeps pounding into her uncontrollably, slamming harder and faster as he enjoys the sight of her smooth, soft white ass bouncing against him. He feels as though his composure is ebbing away little by little. He can not stop himself; Ariana's body is making him insane. He has no control over it. He responds, "Oh yes, baby," and then gives it to her, striking her hard enough to make Ariana's pussy throb uncontrollably. She puts her hands against the car window, trembling and rolling her eyes because she can no longer control her emotions.

How on earth did Vincent do that? Calmly contemplating, she watches the other attendants, their expressions of bewilderment on their faces. She then shifts her attention back to the table Ariana is meant to be sitting at and applying makeup." This is absurd." She says this out loud to everyone in attendance before picking up her phone and looking through her contacts to find Ariana's number. She picks up the phone, presses it to her ears, and paces the room agitatedly while biting here bottom lip and thinking about a lot of things. "He assured me that he would bring her here. He fucking promised that he would bring her to the company and that everything would go according to plan, " she thinks to herself. " He fucking promised me something really important, and now he is breaking it." She thinks to herself, her memory deeply ingrained with rage. "Oh, I swear on the heavens that he should not show his face to me if he values his life, as I will use every hook and fiber in my mind to

Clara inhales deeply as she keeps massaging Ariana's back. Ariana finally breaks down in tears, trembling against her shoulder as she lets it all out. Clara closes her eyes and shakes her head. "How in the world did Vincent hurt you?" As she gives Ariana a strong hug, she muses to herself. "It is alright, darling. Simply relax. Everything is well. Later on, we will discuss this. Can you hear me?" As she speaks, Ariana remains firmly hugging Clara while nodding her head in agreement. After taking a deep breath, Clara keeps hugging Ariana while quietly reflecting. "Vincent, oh, how I hate you. Vincent—Vincent, Vincent, Vincent. How in the hell have you behaved?" She grinds her teeth as she muses to herself. "I am going to investigate this further. " She steps back from Ariana gradually and watches as she wipes her face, smearing and rubbing off the makeup that she had just applied moments before. With a laugh, Clara shakes her head. "You have to clean yourself up. You appear disorg

"How are things going over there, for you?" She says, a crazy smile on her face, as she takes the car keys out of her pocket. Ariana shakes her head, grinning. "Clara, there is no need for you to ask how I am doing. I am doing fantastic. Why would you ask a question like this?" With a shrug, Clara chuckles. "Well, I am not positive. Maybe it is because my best friend still hesitates to confide in me about her issues and I do not fully understand how she is feeling." Ariana closes her eyes while Clara says this. Then she looks up at Clara as she unlocks the car. "I will give it some thought and let you know if I am comfortable with it, as I already said." With a swift motion, Clara nods. "Yes. And, okay, I already know that. So let us save our time and stop arguing over that ridiculousness. Let us simply head back home and begin arranging our schedules so that we may depart and attend to our business." She says that with poise, and Ariana chuckles. Clara remarked with a wild smile.