Billionaire's Remorse: My CEO Ex-husband Wants Me Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

SHANEThe low hum of conversation around us slowly hushed as a firm, familiar voice carried through the room.“Ladies and gentlemen,” Gab Arthur’s baritone cut across the lounge, commanding attention with the kind of ease only an older brother could muster. “If I could have a moment, please.”Carrie and I glanced at each other, still caught up in our own little world, and the corners of her lips curled in that secret smile of hers. I returned it, brushing my thumb across her knuckles before turning to face the gathering. “Focus,” she tapped my hand gently.“Yes, mommy,” I chirped.We both straightened, trying to look attentive.Gab stood near the center, microphone in hand, his posture easy yet commanding. He didn’t need to try hard, people listened to him naturally. I’d known the Arthurs long enough to see the dynamic between the brothers. Gab was the steady one, the one who’d always looked out for Blaine.“Tonight isn’t just about marking another year,” Gab began, his voice smooth,

SHANEI reached down, my hand sliding over the smooth skin of her thigh, and pulled her top leg over my hips. The new position opened her to me completely, and a low growl of pure male satisfaction rumbled in my chest. I smiled into her face, my nose brushing against hers. “I want this pussy more than my next breath, Carrie.”“It's yours, baby.” She moaned back, the sound vibrating through me. Her eyes, dark pools of lust, locked onto mine. Her hand came up, her fingers tracing my jaw, my lips, as if memorizing the feel of me.I used my other hand to guide myself, the head of my cock slick with my own need and the lingering evidence of her climax. I found her entrance, that impossibly soft, wet heat, and pressed forward. It was a different sensation than before; it felt tighter, making it more intimate.“I'm going to fuck this pussy until you flood my cock with your cum.” I promised her wantonly as I drew closer to her, our chests pressing together, and I began to move, not with dee

CARRIE By the time the clock on my nightstand hit five-thirty on Sunday, I was already pacing in front of my open wardrobe. My fingers traced over silks, crepes, linens, too formal, too casual, too flashy.It wasn’t as though this evening was business; it wasn’t. Not entirely. I was going out for drinks and dinner with Yolanda and her friends. She’d called it just a girls’ night, but in my chest, nerves thrummed like a low drumbeat. I wasn't one who thrived by being with many people outside the office.Finally, I settled on a sleek black jumpsuit with a cinched waist and wide legs that skimmed my ankles, paired with emerald-green earrings Shane had given me months ago. Not diamonds this time, no, tonight called for elegance with a touch of ease. I slid into nude pumps, smoothed down my hair into loose waves, and spritzed on my favorite perfume.“Alright, Carrie,” I whispered to myself. “Go and make some more friends.”By six, I was sliding into Shane’s car. He’d raised his brows when

SHANE The late morning sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows of the boardroom as the quarterly board meeting was winding toward its most pivotal moment, though the energy in the room remained taut, alive with unspoken anticipation as always.I leaned back slightly in my chair, scanning the faces of the board members; seasoned men and women who had watched Blackwood Marketing endure storms and soar through the years. A sense of weight always came with these meetings, but today, the air felt heavier.“…and so,” the Chairman concluded, adjusting his glasses as he tapped a page of the minutes, “with unanimous approval, the board has lifted the restriction on mergers and acquisitions. This decision comes at a critical time, given our expanded capacity and the Zenith Edge partnership.”I nodded once, sliding my pen onto the leather folder before me. “That’s excellent news,” I said, letting my voice carry evenly across the room. “With that restriction lifted, we’ll move strategic

CARRIE I was curled into the corner of the sofa, my legs tucked under me. Shane’s arm was slung lazily around my shoulders, his thumb tracing gentle lines up and down my arm as we half-watched some documentary about modern architecture. A soft throw shawl spread across both of us. It was after dinner and now the house had fallen into a quiet rhythm as both the housekeeper and the chef had left for the day. I couldn’t have repeated a single fact from the show if pressed. What mattered was the warmth of his body against mine, the slow rise and fall of his chest, and the comfort of knowing we were simply together.He shifted, tightening his hold slightly, and said in that thoughtful, low tone of his, “Honey, I’ve been thinking.”I tilted my head toward him, humming a soft “Mmm?” against his chest.“I want to send your name to the board,” he said slowly, “to replace Nathaniel as COO.”For a moment, I thought I’d misheard him. I pulled back, blinking up at him. “What?”His lips curved i