บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire’s Regret: My ex husband wants me: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

JACKSON~•~I didn’t know what gave me the courage to kiss Kimberly. It was most likely the alcohol, but as soon as I felt her lips against mine, I couldn’t help but deepen the kiss. I gently dropped my glass on the table and brought my hand to the nape of her neck, angling her head better so she could kiss me.It had been years since I tasted her lips. It felt foreign and familiar at the same time. I didn’t know why I ever left her when I craved her this much. Only after she left did I realize just how much I loved her but it was too late.When she kissed me back, I almost lost all my senses. Both of us were drunk and I knew there were going to be regrets when we woke up in the morning, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. “Fuck, I’ve missed you so bad.” My voice was breathy and I could barely even hear myself. I was in a haze of lust and I couldn’t stop myself even if I tried.I bit down on her bottom lip and she gasped, allowing me entrance into her mouth. As the kiss deepened, I

JACKSON~•~It was obvious as hell that Kimberly regretted our night together.It had been a whole week since it happened and she hadn’t stepped foot in my temporary apartment. She made me go downstairs to pick Amelia up and also made me drop her off downstairs. She never even came out of her car.She avoided looking directly at me and shut down anything that could potentially lead to a long conversation between us. It was frustrating.My phone rang and I saw that it was Kimberly calling. I picked it up and brought it up to my ear, answering the call. “Yeah?”“I’m downstairs.” She announced and hung up immediately.I looked at the blank screen for a while and chuckled before closing my laptop and standing up. Normally, I would carry Amelia downstairs with me to give to her mother but this time, I didn’t.I found Amelia in her room; she had quickly turned the guest bedroom into her space, filling it up with several dolls and toys to keep her busy when I couldn’t play with her. “Daddy.”

KIMBERLY ~•~“Mommy, is Jackson my daddy or is it George?”I cocked my head to the side. “Your dad is Jackson, of course. Why are you asking?”“Then why do we visit George a lot? Why are we not going to Daddy’s house anymore?”I sucked on my teeth. I’d forgotten how curious Amelia could be. George and I had been dating for three weeks and we had only visited three times, this time being the fourth. Jackson, however, had gone back to New York. He had some meetings to attend and he went back a week ago. He was going to come back soon but he didn’t specify when.“Daddy is out for work. When he comes back, we’ll visit him.”“Okay, but why are we visiting George?”“Have you already forgotten that he’s mommy’s boss?”“But you kiss him and refuse to kiss Daddy.”Jesus Christ. This girl wasn’t giving me any breathing space today. We were already standing in front of George’s house. It was a quaint two-story building that his parents had left for him after they died. “Why don’t we talk about

JACKSON~•~“Are you ever going to tell me what the hell you meant by that statement?” Kimberly asked for the umpteenth time.I shrugged, making her glare at me.Her interest was piqued and that was a good sign. She was very curious about that statement that she had asked me about it every time we met since that time, but if I explained it to her, she would wish she never asked.I felt like an asshole too, but I couldn’t help myself. I had known her boss liked her. I just didn’t know she liked him as well. I hated the idea of their relationship and it was obvious the relationship was new or she would have mentioned it long ago.It wasn’t going to last anyway, not with me around. “Jackson!” She scolded.“Shhhh,” I smiled. “Don’t let Amelia think we’re fighting again.”She exhaled heavily, most likely holding back her words. I grinned as she pushed me away and held the trolley, pushing it instead.Kimberly and I had taken Amelia shopping for school supplies. Kimberly didn’t want me to

KIMBERLY~•~“Are you very excited to go to school?”“Yes!” Amelia exclaimed, bouncing on the mat. She had too much energy. I could only hope that school was what she thought it would be and wouldn’t get tired of the said school soon.Her enthusiasm was good for me though. “Really? Why is that?” George asked her.“Mommy said I’ll make friends at school.” She repeated what she told Jackson when we went shopping together. “Are you sure you won’t cry when you’re left alone?”Her lips flattened in a thin line as she gave him a disapproving look. I chuckled. “I’m a big girl, Uncle George. Why will I cry?”George’s eyes went wide when he saw the look she was giving him. He turned to look at me and I shrugged. “My bad, Amelia. I underrated you.”Her nose scrunched cutely the way it did whenever she didn’t understand a word. “Under…”“Underrated,” George repeated for her.She frowned. “What does that mean?”As George looked for a way to properly explain the word to her, I looked into the d