All Chapters of Billionaire's Remorse: My CEO Ex-husband Wants Me Back : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CARRIE Monday morning I sat in my usual seat, third from the head, my laptop open in front of me, notes neatly arranged beside in front of me waiting for Shane for our bi-weekly executive meeting.Shane walked in at precisely 9:00 a.m., flanked by his assistant. His expression was unreadable as always. You could tell he meant business today. The only thing louder than the click of his shoes against the tiled floor was the unspoken tension that had been simmering between us since the last board meeting. Despite this, we made the world believe again that we are a perfect power couple last night. After brief greetings, he didn’t waste time. He stood at the head of the table, tapped the conference tablet, and a detailed performance review appeared on the wall behind him.“Good morning everyone,” he began, his voice smooth and firm. “Today’s agenda covers our Q2 progress, department budget reviews, and revised targets for Q3. But I want to start by addressing a decision I’ve made regardi

SHANE I opened Carrie's door without knocking and stepped into her office, closing the door behind me.She didn’t even flinch when she saw me.I leaned against the frame, arms crossed. “So. A vacation?”She looked up from her laptop with maddening calm. “Yes, two weeks.”“Now?”“I’ve already booked it.” She leaned back slightly. “I haven’t had a vacation in four years. You can check with HR.”“That’s not the point, Carrie.” My voice tightened. “You’re handling several active accounts. Campaign launches, budget approvals, this isn’t a good time.”“It’s never a good time,” she said flatly. “There’ll always be something.”“You didn’t even talk to me about it,” I said.“I didn’t know I had to,” she replied coolly. “I cleared it with Daisy already.”I was flipping through a budget variance report just a few minutes ago when the phone on my desk rang, cutting through the quiet hum of my office. I picked it up with a distracted, “Yes?”“Mr. Blackwood,” came the familiar voice of Daisy, Hea

SHANE I couldn't get to Cathy's until after nine at night. I punched in the code to open her front door and let myself inside. Everywhere was quiet and I knew she must have retired to the bedroom thinking I wouldn't be able to come again. I went straight to her bedroom and knocked lightly, not wanting to startle her if she was already in bed. The door creaked open, and there she was, lying under the covers, her face lighting up the moment she saw me.“I thought you wouldn’t come,” she said, her voice a mix of relief and playful accusation. Her smile was warm, inviting, and it made the weight of the day melt away.“I’m sorry,” I replied, stepping inside and closing the door behind me. “I had to attend to some last-minute issues at work.” I moved closer to the bed, my eyes never leaving hers. She propped herself up on one elbow, the sheets slipping slightly to reveal the curve of her shoulder.Without a word, I began to undress, peeling off my clothes piece by piece. Her gaze followed

SHANE I stirred awake hours later, the weight of Cathy’s head resting comfortably on my chest. The soft rise and fall of her breathing matched his own, a serene contrast to the fiery passion we had shared almost all night. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand, the dim glow of its numbers reminding me that I didn’t have much time before I had to go. I had a scheduled 7:30 AM phone meeting with one of our partners. But I needed to have her one more time before leaving.I shifted carefully, rolling Cathy onto her back. Her body was warm and pliant beneath my hands, her skin glowing faintly in the pale moonlight filtering through the curtains. She murmured softly in her sleep, her lips parting slightly.My gaze traveled down her body, lingering on the glistening evidence of our earlier escapades. Her pussy was still wet, a mixture of our releases glistening between her thighs. My cock twitched at the sight, my arousal returning with a vengeance.I parted her legs wider, and lowered

SHANEI had barely walked into the dining room the following night for dinner when Anderson, my chef, rolled out the dinner cart and gave a slight bow before silently exiting the dining room. The man could rival a Michelin-starred kitchen on any day, and his meals were to die for. Cathy wasn’t around tonight. Some family celebration; her father’s birthday, I think and that meant she’d be away for the night, and I was left to my own devices. It wasn’t like I couldn’t survive a night alone, but after the last few days of tight meetings, back-to-back reviews, and Carrie being out of the picture, I felt somehow lonely and the house seemed bigger around me. I sat down and uncovered the silver lid, revealing a beautifully plated steak, mashed truffle potatoes, and steamed vegetables. My hand reached for the fork just as my phone buzzed in front of me on the dining table. I looked at the screen. Unknown Number.I narrowed my eyes. Normally, I wouldn’t bother. But something made me pause.