Semua Bab The Billionaire's Regret: He Wants Me Back: Bab 21 - Bab 30

VINCENT’s POVI couldn’t wrap my head around Sasha’s little surprise. How did that innocent girl from back then learn to please a guy my age like this? Did she think I was bored with old-school stuff? Didn’t she know I was already plenty satisfied just being with her, no matter how it happened? Did she not get that I was pushing her like this because I missed her?Hold on. Why all these tricks? Who taught her this stuff? Don’t tell me she’s been selling herself to get by. If not, how else would she know things I never showed her?Who taught my sweet little bunny these dark games? Who’s been touching what’s mine?Too bad my body didn’t have room for jealousy. It was already rock-hard, itching to reunite with its favorite place. It couldn’t wait another second. Half-crazed from playing the celibate boy for so long—well, not that saintly, since I’d sometimes had to take matters into my own hands to calm that little devil down for a while.“Sasha, baby, where are you?” I called out, eager

SASHA’S POV“Fiancée?” Uncle Vincent’s eyes widened. “What’s that supposed to mean? Isn’t office romance against the rules?”“Sasha’s resigning soon. That means I’m free to propose and make her my fiancée, and it’s got nothing to do with you!” Mr. Rey declared loudly. “You’d better leave now, because the police are on their way. You don’t want your name dragged through the mud over this, do you, Mr. Gray?”Mr. Rey’s threat shut Uncle Vincent up. No way he’d risk his reputation and his shiny new hotel over something so petty, right? *Hotel Owner Assaults Employee.* Not exactly a headline he’d want.“I’ll go… for now,” Uncle Vincent said, glaring at me, Noah, and Mr. Rey in turn. “We’ll finish this later.”With that, he stormed out of my apartment. Turns out, Mr. Rey hadn’t actually called the police—it was just a bluff. But it worked. Without it, Uncle Vincent would’ve never left.I tucked Noah back into bed once he’d calmed down. He still hiccupped with sobs, even with his eyes closed

SASHA’S POV“Do you have a driver’s license, Sha?” Mr. Rey asked, curious about what I could handle around the house.“Yup, I do,” I replied, sorting through paperwork to transfer Noah to a new daycare.“Great. Then you can drop off and pick up Rachel too. Let’s move Noah to the same private preschool as Rachel. It’s got a great early learning program, so you won’t have to run back and forth.”“But, Mr. Rey, I can’t afford the monthly tuition or the enrollment fee,” I said hesitantly. “I’ve got some savings, but I’m keeping them for Noah’s college fund.”Mr. Rey went quiet, clearly caught off guard. I guess he didn’t realize how pricey Rachel’s school was. He pulled up the preschool’s website to check, and his eyes widened at the five grand registration fee and a thousand monthly fees.“It’s fine if I have to make extra trips, Mr. Rey. I’ll find a cheaper place for Noah,” I offered.But Mr. Rey shook his head. “Don’t worry about the cost. I’ll cover all of Noah’s school expenses.”“Mr

SASHA’S POV“Sha, calm down! You can’t just make rash decisions like this,” Sam said, taking the suitcase from my hand and pulling me into the living room.He called the housekeeper, who usually just cooks and cleans, to sit with Noah while he slept. It was only for one night, so she wouldn’t mind—Sam would definitely slip her some overtime pay.I slumped on the living room couch, Sam staring at me without blinking. I couldn’t meet his eyes. This time, I’d almost screwed up big by trying to bolt while my job agreement with his family was still active.“What’s going on? Come on, tell me what’s wrong,” Sam said, his voice steadier now.I swallowed hard, my body still shaking, terrified at the thought of Uncle Vincent sneaking around Noah, touching my boy behind my back. What had he done to Noah? What if that man already knew Noah was his son?“Sasha, you can explain it slowly,” Sam said, snapping me out of my spiral.“I’m sorry, Sam,” I mumbled, hesitant. “I didn’t mean to ditch my resp

SASHA’S POV“What do you mean?” I snapped, panic surging. “You’re gonna take my son?”“Noah’s my son too, isn’t he?” Vincent’s words hit like a punch, leaving me trembling. He knew.“Don’t joke around!” I hissed, denying it to my last breath. “I was on birth control when we were together. Noah’s not yours!”A waiter clearing their throat snapped me and Vincent back to reality—every eye in the restaurant was on us. We exchanged a glance, both softening our expressions.“This is what happens when you don’t go to the restaurant I wanted,” Vincent muttered, his face as red as mine. We were both mortified.Vincent quickly settled our untouched meals and, in a flash, paid for everyone’s food to apologize for the scene we caused. Rich guy, huh? If someone threw money around like that for good causes, they could probably end poverty in this country.“Thanks, man!” a college kid said, surrounded by his study group.“Hope you sort it out, lady!” another chimed in, barely hiding a laugh.“Hope h