All Chapters of Come Back To Me: Billionaire’s Regret: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Shirley POV：Connor’s bathroom was like the rest of the house: sharp, clean lines and materials that cost more than my life.The soft light diffused through the veins of the marble, washing over my rain-soaked jacket.The bargain-bin fabric looked almost presentable under his high-end lighting.The heater was blasting, but my wet clothes clung to my skin, sending a lingering chill crawling up my spine.I stripped and turned on the shower.As the hot water cascaded over me, it thawed my body first, then slowly pried apart my white-knuckled nerves.Fear, shame, tension—all the things I’d been suppressing since I got into his car—began to bubble to the surface over the roar of the water.I tilted my head back, letting the stream mask my eyes.What the hell am I doing?I’d actually followed Connor here—to a place that probably existed six years ago, a place I never even knew about.All those nights he was "away on business," all those evenings he wasn't home... was he here?Did he bask in

Shirley POV:The smile on Connor’s face faltered, freezing for a few long seconds before he pulled it back together."Why?" He leaned back in his leather chair, studying me with a look of genuine intrigue.I slid the agreement back toward him, my voice flat."It’s a scar. I don’t need someone picking at it every other day."He watched me for a beat, then gave a cool, dismissive shrug."Fine. I’ll wait for you to tell me yourself."I scribbled the additional clause into the white space of the document. As my pen hovered over the signature line, my fingers began to shake.I knew I needed the Virex contract. So what if I was his "contract lover"?It was just a rerun of our old story, a performance I’d already mastered.The pen pressed hard into the paper, carving out a sharp, elegant signature.The final stroke was so violent it nearly tore through the page.I pushed the document to Connor. He followed suit, his own signature a sweeping, arrogant scrawl.Then he looked at me, his eyes bri

Shirley POV:The bed in the guest suite was obscenely soft.To my surprise, I fell into a dreamless sleep that lasted until dawn.A soft knock pulled me back to reality."Miss Cage, your dresses have been prepared."Mark led a small army of staff inside, pushing several heavy rolling racks.Clothes, shoes, handbags, jewelry... everything I could possibly need, and a thousand things I’d never use, were wheeled into the room.Within minutes, the once-empty walk-in closet was overflowing."Mr. Rogers had to leave early on business," Mark said with a polished, professional smile. "If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to call."After he closed the door, I picked up a designer dress and held it against myself in the mirror.Under the flawless cut and exquisite fabric, even I looked a little more beautiful.A bitter smile tugged at my lips.I sifted through the sea of silk and cashmere, picking out the most understated outfit I could find.After a quick, mindless breakfast, I headed ou

Shirley POV:I got into the car with Connor.Once again, my old clunker was left abandoned on the curb outside my apartment building.Streetlights cast flickering shadows across the leather interior, and though the heater was blasting, I remained cold to the bone.Connor drove in silence, his eyes darting toward me every now and then, but he didn't say a word.Dressed in the elegant clothes the butler had prepared, I was a picture of composure.I no longer shrank against the car door, trembling at the vast, suffocating divide between my world and this luxury.I cracked the window just an inch, letting the biting wind clear the fog in my head.From this moment on, I had to adapt to a life with him.After all, he was the benefactor.I couldn't afford to be temperamental."Ex-girlfriend" was just a title from a past life; it didn't give me the right to throw tantrums.When we arrived back at the estate, dinner was already served.A parade of delicate dishes sat on the table, the dining ro

Connor POV:I left the study and headed back to my bedroom.I was still aching, the tension between my thighs a dull throb.The friction of the desire she'd ignited, combined with the slow burn of my own fury, was driving me insane.Moments ago, Shirley had been straddling me.Her skin was as smooth as I remembered, her waist just as slender.She was in my arms, her breaths shallow and fragile, her body trembling slightly.I knew she needed time to adjust, but I'd waited for this moment for far too long.My blood was boiling.I wanted nothing more than to feel her on my dick, to let her ride me until we both lost our minds, making up for three years of hollow, empty silence.I deepened the kiss, making it harder, more demanding.She was mine. She had been mine then, and she was finally mine again.But then, a cold realization hit me—She was hollow.Her lips were on mine, but they were cold.Her back was a wall of tension.Even her breathing... it was too rhythmic, too calculated.She