บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire's Remorse: My CEO Ex-husband Wants Me Back : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

CARRIE The conference room at Nomadic TV buzzed with a focused energy that always fueled me. This was my world; strategy, branding, presentations, persuasion. The place where my mind felt sharpest and most alive.The pharmaceutical company’s delegation had arrived ten minutes earlier, and the air still carried the faint scent of their colognes and expensive perfumes. They were known in the industry for being picky, analytical, and impossible to impress. Exactly the type of challenge that made my blood hum.I stood at the head of the table, my laptop connected to the projector, the first slide glowing behind me: "Transforming Visibility: Nomadic TV × Zedon Pharmaceuticals."Emmett sat near the center with his thoughtful half-smile; he had told me yesterday evening that he trusted me completely to hook this down for Nomadic. Kwame leaned back with his arms folded, his expression focused. Anders sat near the far end, his eyes locked on me with a subtle pride that steadied me more than

SHANE When I knocked, the door opened almost immediately.Shelby looked pleasantly surprised, her eyes lighting up in a way that told me she hadn’t fully believed I would come. She stepped aside without hesitation, letting me in, then closed the door behind me.Earlier that day, I had gone home to freshen up, showered longer than necessary, stood in front of the mirror longer than I wanted to admit. I changed clothes twice before settling on something simple. Clean. Neutral. Shelby and I had met at a fundraiser a few weeks back; polite conversation, light laughter, mutual understanding without the weight of expectations. She knew my situation in the vaguest sense. Divorced. Busy. Complicated. She didn’t ask questions, and I didn’t volunteer answers. I saw a woman who just wanted to explore, enjoy, live in the moment. That simplicity had been appealing. I needed to relieve my pent-up tension once in a while to satisfy my libido. And she seemed the right choice, at least at the momen

CARRIE Saturday midday unfolded gently, the kind of day that felt unforced and warm in ways that had nothing to do with the weather.We were at the grocery store together—Anders pushing the cart, me walking beside him with my phone in hand, checking off items, and Nancy a few steps ahead with Leo strapped securely to her front. The carrier looked slightly oversized on her slim frame, but she wore it like a badge of honor. Leo seemed completely content there, babbling and tugging at the strap of her sweater as though it belonged to him.“He’s clearly decided you’re his favorite person,” I said, smiling when Leo squealed as Nancy leaned down to whisper something into his ear.Nancy laughed. “I accept this responsibility.”We moved through the aisles slowly, no rush, no agenda beyond the simple act of being together. Anders picked out produce while I inspected labels and compared brands. Nancy stopped often, pointing out things Leo might like someday—tiny yogurt cups, jars of baby food,

CARRIE It went on and on, until I was a limp, boneless thing, trembling on the hard wood. He finally gentled, placing soft, kissing licks against my oversensitive flesh, soothing the aftershocks. He pulled back, his chin glistening. He looked up at me, his face a mask of my pleasure and absolute satisfaction.I could only stare, breathless, wrecked in the most beautiful way. Ghosh! I had forgotten how it used to be but now…now Anders had reawakened all that was dead in my body. He rose to his feet, his gaze never leaving mine. He brought his fingers, wet from me, to his mouth and sucked them clean, his eyes holding a dark, possessive fire.“So sweet,” he murmured, his voice hoarse. He leaned over me, bracing his hands on the table by my head. “You taste like heaven: just like I had imagined a thousand times.”He kissed me, deep and slow, letting me taste myself on his tongue. It was the most intimate thing I’d ever experienced in a very long time.“Now,” he said, his voice a low rum

CARRIE I lay sprawled across his broad chest. The scent of sex and sweat hung heavy in the air, a testament to everything that just happened.“Come here.”The words, a low growl that vibrated from his chest where our bodies joined were the only warning before his lips found mine. The kiss wasn't gentle. It was possessive, and a domination. I could practically feel his heart hammering against his. He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine. His breath was warm on my slick lips. “I love you, Carrie Dalton,” he murmured, the words so soft they were almost lost in the humid space between us. “I will never let you go, my love.”The declaration, coming in the raw aftermath, unraveled something deep inside me. Before I could form a coherent thought, his hands were on my hips, firm and guiding. He turned me, my back now meeting the soft sheets where his own had been. The world tilted, the ceiling coming into focus, but all I could see was him hovering above me, his eyes dark with