All Chapters of MR. BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET; I WANT YOU BACK: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Emily's POV I clenched my fork tightly, panic bubbling within me as I traced Logan's movement. Vivian had her arms entwined in his, and she smiled warmly, with her eyes darting across every one in the restaurant. She was cladded in a short sheath dress with a V-cut that exposed her cleavages. The smile on my face faltered because I wasn't expecting to see them here – Not today of all days.I got so distracted staring at them even as the band continued their performance. The only thing I could hear was my heartbeat and not the sounds emanating from the band's instruments.Logan's deep brown eyes pierced into mine and my heart skipped at every step he took towards me.As if that wasn't enough, he turned to Vivian and proposed that they occupy the empty set of chairs beside us.“Thanks for taking me to such a lovely restaurant, Logan!” Vivian exclaimed, clinging onto Logan like a leech. Logan's eyes were fixed on me and he couldn't help but drool as my alluring appearance captivated hi

Emily's POV I yanked my hands off his grip, staring at him with so much contempt. My heart feels like it's being hammered as I marveled at his audacity to keep spying on me and feeling entitled to my time. Is he jealous because I agreed to Collins's proposal?. He better not be… “How many times have I told you not to approach me in this manner?” I spat, my voice tinged with venom. “Are you really happy getting married to Colin?” He asked, his face as calm as the surface of the lake. His deep brown eyes searched my face, weighing the truth in my eyes. “Tell me, Emily. Are you truly happy getting married to him?” His statement fueled the rage in me and when I couldn't hold it anymore, I retaliated by pushing him off me. “You have no right to ask me such a question, Logan! You have no right to question my plans and intentions. If my intention is to get married to Collin, I don't see why you should feel so bothered about it.” I snapped at him, my voice raising an octave

Logan's POVI sat glued to my office chair, tapping my fingers gently on the table as I reflected on the day's activities. I reclined my body serenely on the chair, my lips conforming into a thin line with my fingers pressing into my temple. Every one of my thoughts was still on Emily… It's like she's consumed every corner in my mind and I couldn't avoid replaying our past encounters and the unresolved tension that clung between us.My eyes scanned the space, taking in the intricate details of the decor that adorned the walls, yet amidst the grandeur was a noticeable absence. As I sat there in my chair, my heart sank, overwhelmed with heaviness. The office felt silent for a long moment. The only sound was the ticking of the clock on the wall.A loud knock followed, and I mumbled the word ‘“Come in.” My eyes traveled to the door, and it settled on a 6’7 figure in a dark raven suit with spiky blonde hair. It was Paul, and he greeted me before walking towards me, his shoes clapping the

Logan’s Point Of View I couldn’t take my gaze away from Emily. Emily captured my attention with her sexy cream sheath gown, which showcased her well-endowed curves. Her flawless white skin, heart-shaped ruby lips and her glossy brunette hair, which cascaded down to her shoulder, all called out to me. It’s as though I was trapped in her captivating allure, without a way out. I swallowed my saliva multiple times, trying hard to control myself, but I couldn’t stop drooling. I desired so much to touch her, feel her and even smell her …“Is it true that Jonathan is friends with your brother, Logan?” Martin asked as soon as he alighted from his car.With my chest constricting, I watched Emily stroll into the VIP lounge with Collin.My face flashed with rage, and I subconsciously clenched my fists as well.“Bro.. you look lost and angry… Are you alright?” Martin asked, his gray eyes searching my face.He was in a gray suit with a pink tie, looking all dashing like a humble gentleman. I w

Emily's POVThe air felt thick and stifling, and my heart hammered furiously as I glared at him. If looks could kill, he would have been six feet tall by now. But you know what hurts the most — It’s the fact Logan is less concerned whenever I’m upset. My emotions are oblivious to him and he cares less to know when I’m upset or angry.He dragged me closer to him, drawing attention from every other person. Every stare, every single eye, murmurs and chuckles made frustration bubble inside me, but I tried to mask those anger with a forced, phony smile on my face.Taking my gaze to Logan, my face heated up, and I scowled at him with clenched fists.“What the hell do you want from me? I’ve told you never to touch me! The last time I warned you, I’ve promised myself to raise my hand on your cheek and trust me, I can f**g do just that!”“Oh, really?” Logan questioned, taking a step closer to me. Yanking my hands off his grip, I glared at him with a smug smile tugged at my lips.Through gritt