Alle Kapitel von His Rejected Wife: The Billionaire’s Regret: Kapitel 41 – Kapitel 50

Orana’s point of viewSomething was off. I felt the way my head throbbed, but it also didn’t smell like berries; it smelled spicy and woody.The bed was too soft and too big. But I didn’t hear the sound I woke up to yesterday.Liorah.I sat up so fast, feeling lightheaded at the speed I woke up, my heart jumping as I looked around the room. Fuck, where was I?This wasn’t my room.I looked down at my body, and I was in a white man’s shirt. My pulse picked up, and my heart was hammering loudly.Heat rushed through me at the realization of what had happened.“No,” I muttered, pushing the covers off.I tried to remember what happened, and all I know is that I called Vaughn and he showed up. I closed my eyes, running fingers through my curls.Vaughn. I remember telling him to make me forget.My stomach twisted so hard, I felt bile coming up my throat. Did he go through it? Knowing I was drunk? No.I grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around myself, my hands trembling at the thought that he w

Orana’s point of viewSpending the day with Liorah was so nice. I had missed my little girl, and I didn’t think I would enjoy spending time with her like this.We moved through shops while she held my hand the whole time, her grip small but certain, as if she knew I wouldn’t let go.She laughed at small things. The shoes that lit up. She said the dress made her look like a princess, and she really was. She was a princess in my eyes, and someday she will be a queen.And not even Callahan Fucking Fitzgerald would stop me.I hummed along to the Disney song playing, and she was singing the wrong words behind me, but I was happy.“She missed you,” Madelyn leaned closer, saying as I glanced over my shoulder, looking at my daughter in the back of the sedan I was given at the company.“I missed her, too,” I replied, and she smiled, looking out the window before turning to face me.“So, you and Vaughn? Is that something we should—”“No. Don’t go there,” I chuckled, thinking about last night. I

Orana’s Point of ViewThe second the words left my lips, Vaughn attacked my lips hungrily, and my hands reached for his shirt, ripping it off him, my hands reaching for his shoulders.God, he looked so good. I didn’t realize that his chest was covered in such tattoos. Skulls, numbers, buildings, and also a date, but I didn’t pay attention to it. I only saw twenty-six, and I was on him again.My lips parted for him as his tongue filled my mouth, then his hands reached for my skirt, pushing it until it was bunched around my waist.Then he pulled back from me, both of us breathless, and slowly he trailed kisses from my mouth to my chin, and instinctively I threw my head back as his hand reached for my pants.I expected him to pull my pants aside, but he rubbed against my pants, and the friction made me wetter.He groaned in approval while he trailed down kisses to my breast, then sucked on my right breast like a man who’s been starved for days.He continued sucking until he got on his kn

Orana’s Point of ViewMy heart was racing even as I walked into the hall where the event was taking place. I hated such events because everyone in our circle would be there, and I would have to deal with them and force smiles.When I walked into the room, my eyes darted around, looking for a pair of eyes that made me feel like I was worthy. That made me feel seen.My heart stopped when I saw him. Back turned to me, and casually chatting with Dante, his best friend. When my eyes met Dante’s, he smiled, then whispered something to Vaughn, who slowly turned to me.Our eyes met across the room, and the hunger in his gaze made my heart race.The red dress was floor-length with an off-shoulder neckline, long sleeves, and a slit that moved when I walked, revealing my entire thigh.His lips curved slightly, not into a full smile, but something close enough to feel like satisfaction. As if he had expected this outcome and was pleased to see it confirmed.He started walking toward me. Not break

Orana’s Point of ViewHe ordered, “Touch yourself, Orana.”My breath caught. Looking into his eyes.He was fucking serious.I sat down on the bench, my eyes still locked on him, and he tightened his jaw as he watched me pull up my dress, spreading my legs for him.He didn’t move or look away. He just stared hard at me, his jaw tight.My hand reaches for the hem of my thong, my eyes dropping to his crotch, then back to his face.“Take off your pants and throw them to me,” he ordered, and I almost rolled my eyes. So much for wanting to feel powerful. But I reached for them and lifted my ass, pulling them off me, then I threw them at him.He caught them with such ease and put them in his pocket.I parted my legs for him and rubbed against my clit, while watching him, my eyes slightly closing when I pushed a finger into myself.“Look at me, Orana. When you touch yourself,” he ordered, and my eyes snapped open.“Add another finger,” he ordered, and I did. Pushing another finger and sawing