All Chapters of My Billionaire Ex Wants Me Back: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

He grabbed my thighs, leaving his fingerprints imprinted on my creamy flesh and pulling me in an atmosphere of longing and desire that I have craved for so long. The air was thick, every breath I drew held a promise of wildness and uninhibited freedom. The lights in the club danced above me, and I felt the intoxication wash over me and not from the alcohol alone but his electrifying touch on my body – sharp and tingling, seeping into my veins and igniting a fire within me that burned bright and unruly.We were at the corner in the club where the lights were the dimmest and his hands roamed my body as I pulled him in for another electrifying kiss that set my soul on fire. He licked my lips and slowly his teeth grazed them before moving to the succulent part of my neck, that soft spot that sent me over the rails. A soft moan escaped my lips as I tugged on his hair holding him closer to me because I didn’t want to him to be apart from me. He grabbed my ass, his hands now reaching to heat

Jessica's POVI felt the anger radiate through my entire body, visibly shaking and rocking with a vexation I didn’t know I could possess.“I give you two weeks to bag this deal, or you’re fired.” the words echoed in my head repeatedly in his voice as I stormed out of the office and a collapsed on a bench, my heart still pounding behind my chest. Parrish had changed so much, his voice, his aura, his body – he was so different than the Parrish I remembered and it picked at my curiosity.“Look at you, burning for me.”“How badly do you want me?”“Oh Jessica!”I closed my eyes as images of the dream still flashed across my mind, unwilling to go away but a constant reminder of an unquenched desire that still fluttered in my belly - a desire that had been festering for years since I moved away to California, a desire that I knew Parrish was the only one who could sate.Oh – I was in deep trouble, I thought as I felt the conflictions rise within me. How was I supposed to focus with Parrish

The first time I met Parrish was in my second year of college. The campus had been buzzing for weels before that night—exams were over and it was time to let loose, and summer break was close enough to taste. Sophie had been buzzing with a certain energy that she could only expel at the club, Sophie loved to party and by extension she pulled me into the mix and her energy was contagious and i was high already off her excitement.That night, e dressed to turn heads—short skirts, glitter shimmering on our skin, and heels higher than our self esteem. By the time we reached the club, the music was already shaking the streets, merging with the laughter of people prepped for the same wild night. Sweaty bodies, the air clouded with smoke, intoxicating us already before we even had the chance to gulp down a shot.“This is fucking crazy!” Sophie's voice barely cut through the blaring music, but I grinned and nodded, too electrified to care about anything else. She yanked me close and poured a

**PRESENT**After storming out of Sophie's house, my feet moved automatically, taking me far from the betrayal I’d just uncovered. I collapsed onto a bench on a nearby street, the cold metal biting into my legs as my mind spun. My thoughts crashed and tangled like waves in a storm. Why? Why did it have to be him? My ex, in her house? Naked?How long have they been together? Are they even together?The questions spiraled relentlessly, gnawing at my sanity, each one twisting the knife deeper. I tried to lose myself in the passing crowds, hoping that watching the ebb and flow of people might soothe the turmoil inside me. But it didn’t help."Jessica!" Sophie's voice shattered my stillness. She jogged over, breathless, her eyes wide with worry as she plopped down beside me on the bench."Can you let me explain, at least - please" she said, her voice shaky. But I cut through her words before she could even begin."How long have you two been sleeping together?" My voice was a flat monotone,

**JESSICA'S POV**I was expecting Nathan to ask about Parrish, but the silence in the car was deafening. He sat next to me, fuming, while I was too drunk to care. My mind kept drifting back to Parrish. Even now, I couldn’t shake the image of him out of my head. The quiet hum of the engine and the blur of passing headlights became background noise to the storm brewing inside me.Without warning, Nathan slammed the brakes, jolting me forward. We had arrived home, but he didn’t turn off the engine. He just sat there, gripping the wheel, his jaw clenched.“What the hell is your problem, Jess?” His voice was sharp, cutting through the silence.“What the hell?!” I shot back, confused and still half-dazed from the alcohol.“I told you I had work to do tonight. Why do you always—"“Oh, I’m sorry," I interrupted him, my voice dripping with sarcasm, "that you couldn’t spare five minutes to pick up your drunk girlfriend from the club."“I wouldn’t have had to if you didn’t get drunk in the first