All Chapters of Ex Husband’s Regret: He Wants Me Back: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Rachel’s POV I was sitting at my desk, typing away on the workload ahead of me. I’m starting to think this is Darius's punishment for the last two days when we got married. I don’t know why he has the idea that Andrew and I were messing around that night. If only Darius knew the offer Andrew had made, maybe then he’d let me off the hook. And for Andrew to think I was just a cheap slut that would take his money and run. There was no amount of money he could offer me that could buy me. And I can’t wait to prove that to him. My thoughts came short when Jasmine walked in. "Hey, girl!" She exclaimed, plopping down in the chair across from my desk. "What's up?" I smiled, trying to focus on my work. "Just trying to get some things done," I said. “I—“ She paused, her eyes scanning through my neckline area. My brows furrowed, wondering what had carried her away all of a sudden before it dawned on me. The hickey! Damn it! This thing should have faded away; when Andre

Darius’s POV My jawline fisted as I stared down at Rachel, her orbs filled with tears. Before I could make a move, she brushed past me and ran off. My blood boiled as I walked in. I needed to draw a line between my nephew and my family… Whatever they had with Rachel was in the past, and now she was his. And he wasn’t going to let Andrew mess with his wife. "Andrew, we need to talk," I said, my voice low but authoritative. I slipped my hands into the pocket of my slacks, letting out a breath. He looked up from his desk. “Oh, Uncle. What can I do for you?” I walked over to his desk, my fists clenched. "I want you to fucking stay away from my wife," I said, my voice firm. Andrew raised an eyebrow. "Your wife? You mean Rachel? Come on, uncle, don’t tell me you consider that thing to be your wife. My nose flared, offended by the way he regarded her, but I chose to keep my cool in check, my anger growing. "Yes, Rachel. She's my wife, and I take her as one. And don’t you dare refer

Rachel’s POV Our eyes meet, the desire in me burning and alarming. I’ve never seen Darius from a different picture than I have today. The usual scowl and grumpiness that hung around his face were nowhere to be found, replaced by lust and need. He looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. A look not even Andrew has given me before. He leaned in, snapping out of the daze, dropping sloppy kisses in between my mounds. I fisted the fabric of the sheet as his lips wrapped around my turgid nipple. “Ungh…” I cried out, my head twisting left and right, all the reason leaving my head. He bit on the bud, encircling it with his tongue. I could tell he was teasing me, but right now I wanted nothing but to feel him close, inside of me. What does he look like? How big was he? My curiosity was piqued as my eyes fell on the hard bulge hidden behind his slacks. "Did that feel good?" He hums his assault on my nipples never. I bit my lower lip trying to fight a

Rachel’s POVI stirred my eyes squinting as the morning light peeped through the curtains, urging a growl from my lips.My body felt sore from last night, and for a second forgetting what had happened, but as the memory ran back to me, as I stretched, a blush spread across my cheeks, and a smile played on my lips. His smell lingered around, filling the air and giving it a soothing and comforting feeling. But then soon regret came washing over me. What had happened last night? It wasn't part of the contract, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that this was a mistake that I made and I would soon come to regret it.The sound of the door creaking open snapped me out of my train of thought, revealing Diana with a tray of breakfast. "Good morning, Rach," she said cheerfully. "I brought you some breakfast."I sat up, trying to compose myself, avoiding her gaze. "Thank you, Di."Diana set the tray down on the bedside table. "Darius left early this morning to attend to some important work.

Rachel’s POV I stood in the conference room, presenting to a room full of colleagues and clients. I could feel Darius' eyes on me, but I refused to look at him.I kept my focus on the presentation, trying to ignore the lump I felt clinging to my throat. Yesterday night, I could swear I saw a glint of disappointment and hurt in his eyes when I admitted that what we shared was a mistake.But Darius was good at masking his emotions, so I wasn’t sure.He said it himself, what we have is only contracted and we stick to that, in the eyes of the people we may be man and wife but behind closed doors, we’re acquaintances.As I finished my presentation, I took a seat next to Darius as it was the only seat available.God!I have been doing so well with avoiding him since the incident I didn’t expect him to confront me about it, but yet again he has surprised me.I could feel his presence beside me, but I didn't look at him. I kept my eyes on the papers in front of me, trying to calm my racing