All Chapters of The Billionaire's Regret: Winning Back His Lost Love: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

JamesI furrowed my brow as I watched Katniss, noticing her odd behavior. Her body shifted uncomfortably, restless, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, the tip of her nose, and even her upper lip. It was strange, considering the place was fairly cool, nowhere near stifling.I reached into the back pocket of my jeans, pulling out a handkerchief and offering it to her. She had been so adamant about not wanting me to touch her, I made sure to be extra careful, not daring to get too close. The last thing I wanted was to make her angry again.It was a small miracle that she even agreed to meet me, to sit down and talk. I never expected she’d finally say yes.Her gaze flickered briefly to the handkerchief I held out, hesitation clear in her eyes. "To wipe your sweat. You’re, um, really sweating... Sorry for making you come to a place like this," I explained, trying not to let her misunderstand. God knows what she’s thinking right now.Finally, she took it, dabbing her face. Her skin pra

James“Hot…” she groaned.“My body is so hot. Please…” she pleaded, her voice desperate.I could barely swallow.Damn it! What the hell did that bartender put in Katniss’s drink?My body froze, every muscle tense, as Katniss kept pulling me closer.“It hurts… I can’t stand it,” she whimpered.“James, please help me…”“Katniss… calm down. I’m going to call a doctor.”I shot to my feet, but one glance down at my crotch and damn! It just kept getting harder. How did Katniss have this much of an effect on me? My mind was clouding over, losing any shred of rational thought.My hand, still gripping my phone, began to tremble. I should’ve called a doctor like I said I would, to ease whatever strange sensations were flooding her body. But I couldn’t even type a single word.Something had already taken over me. Sweat began dripping down my forehead. My heart pounded out of control, and I paced back and forth across the room, desperately trying to shake off the lust creeping in, taking over.Co

JamesI carefully lay Katniss down on the bed, making sure that her skin is not touched in the least. being gentle, considerate, and mindful of her every breath, treating her as though she were a queen. I hesitate for a second as her arms come apart from our embrace. "May I?" I inquire quietly as I keep my gaze on her still-perfectly-fitting clothing. Despite our intense yearning for one another, I couldn't take action without her consent.Katniss didn't respond directly. Instead, eager, urgent, her lips speaking a language of their own, she drew me in with her arm and brought me back into her kiss. "Katniss had no control over herself because the drug was taking hold of her more strongly than I had anticipated."I wondered for a moment if I should be happy or worried. What if she believed I was using her weakness, grabbing hold of a moment when her body and mind were no longer within her control? That was the dread that kept coming back to me. Damn it, though, I was also losing con

JamesI had a feeling Katniss would completely forget what had happened. It was disappointing because I genuinely wanted her to remember our night together.“Are you out of your mind? Why would you do that?! You have a wife, James!”“And our relationship is anything but okay! I came to hear you out, and you decided to use that against me?! You’re insane! Absolutely insane!”Katniss looked both embarrassed and furious at the same time. She quickly scrambled out of bed, the blanket twisting around her.“Ah! Ugh!”I jumped off the bed and rushed to her side as she stumbled.“Are you okay?” I asked, concern edging my voice.“It hurts,” she said, wincing.Her brow was knitted tight. “My... it hurts. My body feels like it’s been through a war,” she muttered, more to herself than to me.When she realized I was in front of her, she shoved me away again. Her face, which had calmed down, now flared with embarrassment. I knew what she meant by “it hurts.”“Sorry, I might’ve gotten a bit carried a

Katniss“What? Is that true, Katniss?” Mr. Corleone’s voice was sharp, and his eyes were locked on me.My face burned with anger. James was lying. And he was enjoying every second. How could he do this? I had told him to forget everything. He was a married man, for heaven's sake! And now he was hinting that we’d shared a hotel room?“Katniss?” Mr. Corleone’s intense gaze dug into me, waiting for answers I didn’t know how to give.“It’s true,” James said, his voice smug. “Why ask again? Isn’t it obvious? I even have her phone.”“You two…” Mr. Corleone’s voice was cold, careful. “Are you in a secret relationship?”My breath caught, and I choked, barely able to respond.“You okay?” James reached out, touching my arm softly, his face pretending to look worried. I yanked my arm back, glaring at him, my eyes warning him to stop. But he didn’t care. Just as I tried to explain to Mr. Corleone, James jumped in.“No, sir. You’re just misunderstanding. James and I—”“And is that really any of yo