All Chapters of Billionaire's Regret: Second Chance At Love : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

(Allison's POV) I blushed hard as Scott slipped his hands around my waist. "Aren’t you becoming obsessed with me?" I simpered. "Yes. I’m madly obsessed with you," he whispered, kissing my cheeks, and I blushed even harder. "I’m going to try my best to make up for the times I wasn’t there for you," he whispered again, and I chuckled. "Aren’t you going to work?" I asked, even though I wanted him to stay at home with me. I didn’t have much to do at my clothing line, so I decided to take a day off from work. We had the house all to ourselves because Liam and Clara visited Aunt Hilda. "Work can wait. You’re more important than anything in the world." "Stop being cheesy." "Do you love it or hate it?" he murmured. I licked my lower lip with a smile. "I love it," I answered, and he kissed my cheek again with his hands hovering around me. "I want to eat you up right now… I just can’t get enough of you," he said as he turned me to face him. I blushed like a teenager in love. He pecke

(Scott's POV) "I furrowed my eyebrows as Peter handed his resignation letter to me, his head bowed in what I couldn't read—maybe guilt or shame, I couldn't tell." "Why are you handing your resignation letter to me?" I asked. "I'm sure you must've heard what I did to Bonnie. She's Allison's friend, and you really care about those who are important to her," he muttered. "So you made a decision on your own, by wanting to resign? You think that's what I would want from you?" I inquired. He looked at me, but he didn't say a word. "I asked you before if you sincerely loved Bonnie, and you told me you love her, only for me to find out you were using her to cover up your real relationship. If you had a sister, and she was treated the way you made a fool out of Bonnie, would you have found it funny?" I asked, and Peter shook his head. "I'm angry about what you did, but that doesn't mean I'm going to have you fired. Being gay isn't such a big deal—you're the one seeing it that way

(Writer's POV) "Alex!!!!" Clara screamed his name loudly, holding a megaphone, standing outside his house. He had gone back to his apartment but was still grieving over what Bonnie had said to him. He had even taken a few days off from work. "Alex!!!" she called again, her right hand holding the megaphone and her left hand placed on her waist like the troublemaker she is. "Come out of your house, Alex!!!" she shouted again. The other residents were all staring at her from their windows, but Clara isn't the shy type, so she cared less about their unending stares. "Alex!!!!" Alex finally came out of the house, giving her a scornful look. "What the heck is your problem?" he demanded, because indeed Clara had a problem. Who in their right mind comes to someone's house to scream their name through a megaphone? That person had to be Clara—she acts crazy when she wants to and sweet when she feels like it, and right now, she's totally in her crazy mood. Clara approached him with a

(Allison's POV) "How's Bonnie doing? You texted that you were with her earlier," Scott said after the woman was no longer in sight. I frowned and snapped his hand away from my waist, then folded my arms around my chest, my eyes boring into his. "Who is she?" I asked with a jealous tone. "She's no one. She's just a client. You know I'm into real estate, right? She's interested in one of my properties," he smiled at me. "Really? A client, huh? If you were so busy laughing and talking to your so-called client, you shouldn't have bothered asking me to come here," I said, rolling my eyes at him with a frown. Scott wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me closer and closing the distance between us. He touched my jaw and smiled. "You look cute when you're jealous." "Who said I am jealous!" I snapped, even though it was so obvious I was. It had always been this way—even back then, girls were always excited to be around him like he was the only man in the world. Why couldn't

(Scott's POV) I entered the bathroom and found Allison standing near the mirror as she admired the three-gemstone ring on her finger. She was excited, but I was more excited than her. Her saying yes meant the whole world to me, and this was the beginning of what I have in store for her. I'm going to spoil her more than she could ever imagine. I went closer to her, my jaw resting on her shoulder as my carefree hands found their way to her waist. She smiled while I inhaled the sweet smell of her hair. It smelled like soft rose with a hint of citrus—I could literally inhale it all day. "Do you like your ring?" I asked, brushing my nose on her cheek. "Yes, I do. It's so beautiful," she answered with a smile. "It must've cost a lot, right?" "It's nothing. I don't mind spending so much on my wife." I kissed her and she gave a blushing smile. "Was that why you told that woman I am your wife? Because you had plans on proposing to me?" she asked. "You are my wife with or withou