บททั้งหมดของ Billionaire's Remorse: My CEO Ex-husband Wants Me Back : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

SHANEThe scent of her, that intoxicating mix of sleep-warm skin and her hair shampoo, flooded my senses before I even opened my eyes. It was the day she was traveling to Anchorage. My arm was slung around her waist, my body spooning hers in the soft, grey light of dawn. And pressed against the sweet curve of her ass, I was already hard despite the fact that we had sex twice before sleeping last night. Now I still wanted her, I had woken up with an aching, hungry need for her again. A low groan rumbled in my chest as I nuzzled into the fragrant mess of her hair. My hand slid down from her stomach, fingertips tracing the delicate line of her hip. She stirred with a soft, sleepy sound, and her eyes fluttered open, hazy with sleep. A slow, lazy smile touched her mouth. “Good morning,” she murmured, her voice husky.“Morning, babe,” I whispered back. I leaned in, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “We have three hours before you have to leave for the airport?” I said, my voice a low

CARRIE The faint sound of the city woke me before my alarm went off the next morning. I blinked into the dim light of the hotel room, disoriented for a moment until the soft hum of the air conditioner and the tall drapes reminded me where I was. Chicago felt a world away. Here, in this unfamiliar room with its perfect symmetry and crisp sheets, everything felt so different.When I reached for my phone on the nightstand, the screen read 7:02 AM. I had more than enough time; the conference wasn’t going to start until ten, but I liked the feeling of being early, of letting the day settle around me before things began to move. I sat up against the headboard, pushing my hair away from my face, and smiled faintly when I saw a message from Shane.“Up yet, sleepyhead?”I could almost hear his voice, that teasing edge he always used when he knew I had a long day ahead. Without thinking twice, I hit the call button.“Good morning, Mr. Blackwood,” I said softly when he answered.His deep chuckl

CARRIEFinally, it was the last day of the conference.There was a soft buzz of relief and excitement in the air as the final session came to a close at noon. People were already gathering their files and laptops, the low murmur of conversations filling the large conference hall. When the moderator thanked everyone for attending and announced that the dinner gala would begin at six, a wave of applause rippled through the room.I stood, smoothing my skirt and glancing around. The faces I’d seen all week; some familiar, most new were warm and open now that the work was done. A few delegates hurried over, shaking my hand, trading contacts, and saying things like, “Let's keep in touch!” or “Your contribution during the second session was fantastic, Carrie.”I smiled, hugged a few of them, an older woman from Stockholm who reminded me of one of my professors, and a young marketing strategist from Amsterdam who had asked a million smart questions. “We’ll meet again soon,” I said, meaning it

SHANE Five days might as well have been five years. I watched her walk through the arrivals gate, a slight tiredness in her shoulders. The flight was six hours straight, it was understandable. It made me want to carry her the rest of the way. But the smile she flashed me, sleepy and genuine and only for me, was a jolt straight to my core. I didn’t say a word. I just strode forward. The scent of her perfume hit me first, a faint whisper of jasmine cutting through the sterile airport air, and my entire body went on high alert. I wrapped my arms around her, and lifted her off her feet, burying my face in the soft curve of her neck. She smelled of recycled airplane air and home. My home. “I missed you,” she murmured into my jacket, her voice muffled but the meaning crystal clear. “You have no idea,” I growled, the words rough with a need I’d been suppressing for a week. I set her down but didn’t let go, my hand immediately finding hers, our fingers instinctively lacing together. God,

SHANE It was just a little past eight the next morning when I woke up. The room was still dim, the curtains drawn tightly, a faint golden line slicing through the crack. Carrie was asleep beside me, her head resting against my shoulder, her hair spilling across my chest like soft threads of silk. Her arm draped across my stomach, her steady breathing brushing lightly against my skin. For a long, quiet moment, I just lay there, staring at the faint rays of early morning sunlight creeping across the ceiling. I felt… complete now that she was back. I had missed more than I thought was possible in those five days. I turned slightly, careful not to wake her. Every breath she took against me anchored me to that feeling of that rare, grounding peace that she had brought into my life. Her face was soft in sleep, lips parted, lashes long against her cheeks. There was a tiny crease between her brows, she always frowned just a little when she dreamed. It was one of those small, human detai