Alex’s Regret: Chasing My Stubborn Wife
We attended to more dignitaries until it felt like my legs were about to give way, and that's when the CEO and his girlfriend or whoever the hell she was, stood in front of me.
I could feel his burning gaze on me before I lifted my gaze to meet his. It's funny how only the three of us knew exactly who we were in the past, and who we still were:
Husband and wife.
“You did well, Camilla.”
Bastard dropped formalities.
“It's Miss Clark.” He had no right.
“Ahh, my mistake.” “Mistake” rolled off his tongue like butter.
His eyes never left mine, and I watched them dip. They lingered on my chest for a beat too long, then they dipped lower, to the curve of my dress, reaching the low slit.