All Chapters of Billionaire's Remorse: My CEO Ex-husband Wants Me Back : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

SHANE My hands moved to my belt, and I undressed slowly, letting each article of clothing fall to the floor with a deliberate slowness that made her bite her lip. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.When I returned to her on the bed, her legs were already falling open for me as I laid my hands on them. I knelt between them, my hands gripping the soft flesh of her thighs, spreading her wider. The sight of her glistening cunt, slick and swollen, made my mouth water. “Cathy…,” I growled looking at the mix of us; her arousal, mine, which looked creamy and inviting. I leaned in, inhaling her musky scent, letting it flood my senses.“I need to clean this place up,” I murmured before my tongue swiped through her folds, lapping up the remnants of our passion. The taste of her exploded on my tongue; that salty, sweet, tangy flavor of hers sent a jolt of hunger straight to my cock. And I swiped my tongue again over it.“Ahhh,” She gasped, her hips jerking upward, but I held her firmly in place,

CARRIE Fridays at the office were usually less buzzing without the normal coffee-fueled chatter in the hallway, printers humming like they’d just run a marathon, and the faint scent of pastries from the break room. But this Friday felt… promising, though.I had barely settled into my office when my new assistant, Hillary stepped in holding a leather-bound folder.“Your nine o’clock is here,” she said with a smile. “Mrs. Yolanda Harris. I’ve shown her to the conference room.”I nodded and stood, smoothing my navy skirt and brushing an invisible wrinkle from my blouse. “Thank you, Hillary. Please bring in some tea and coffee.”As I walked down the hall, I wondered what kind of woman I was about to meet. Yolanda Harris. The name carried an understated elegance. From what I’d read in the brief, she had recently moved to Chicago from Atlanta with her husband and two young boys. She wanted to relaunch her late mother’s beauty company, WhimsiChic; a brand that once had a loyal cult followin

SHANE The next morning, I was sitting on the sofa with the Financial Times magazine open across my lap, halfway through an article on market trends when I heard the faint sound of heels, not the kind she wore to meetings, but the soft clack of something lighter, casual.I glanced up just as Carrie stepped into the living room. She was dressed simply; jeans, a cream sweater, her hair was loose around her shoulders, making her look so radiant. “You going out?” I asked, folding the edge of the newspaper without looking away from her.“Yes,” she said, her tone calm but bright. “I need to get a few things for the garden, then I’ll go to the salon to get my hair done.”I frowned slightly. “Garden…where?” .“Yes,” she replied, smiling as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “I have a garden at the back, and that’s where the chef has been getting the herbs he cooks with now. I like working the soil with my hands, it's therapeutic for me.”I didn’t say anything immediately. My mi

SHANEThe sun was high, its light glinting off the ripples of Cathy’s pool the next day in the afternoon. I had left the house immediately after helping Carrie plant the veggies this morning. My eyes drifted to Cathy where she was lounging on a float, sunglasses perched on her nose, a drink in her hand, her legs trailing lazily in the water.“Come in already,” she called, her voice dripping with mock impatience. “You’ve been sitting there for ten minutes just watching me.”I smirked from where I sat at the edge of the pool, my feet dangling in the cool water. “Maybe I’m enjoying the view.”She laughed, tilting her head back and paddled toward me, looping her arms around my neck as soon as I was within reach.I pulled her closer and kissed her deeply in that familiar, practiced way. Cathy responded in kind, laughing softly against my mouth before breaking away. “That’s more like it.”Then she moved away and pulled herself up the ladder. Her dark hair was slicked back, and droplets of

CARRIE “…and by positioning the brand as not just a place to stay, but as a lifestyle experience; curated, seamless, and rooted in authentic local culture, we tap into what younger high-net-worth travelers actually crave.”I said during our meeting with Kenjiro the next day. We were in Shane's office and it was well past closing hours. We had to work with Singapore time. I let the final word linger, watching Kenjiro Nakamura’s reaction on the screen. Even over video, he carried an aura that filled the space; a stillness that made you want to choose your words carefully. His dark suit was perfectly cut, his tie a subtle charcoal pattern that matched the deep paneling behind him. The lighting in his office was warm, but his eyes were sharp and cool, studying me as though he could weigh the truth of what I was saying without needing to ask for proof.“This is true,” he said after a pause, his voice smooth with the faintest trace of his Japanese accent. “Please… go on.”I shifted to the