Ex fianced Regret

Mirabelle's POV.

I felt bubbles rumbling in my tummy as I excitedly walked down the long hallway of a famous hotel suite in New York, I stopped midway after noticing the countless doors along the way.

A remembrance flashed across my head so I hurriedly took out my phone. I squinted my eyes at the screen, struggling to read through the text my husband, Ken Sylvester, had sent to me earlier this evening In my intoxicated state.

{I am sorry for how I treated you earlier today, Mira. And I would love to make it up to you. I will be waiting for you in Lorenzo's five-star hotel in suite 901.} Said the text.

Earlier today, I went to the bar for the first time in many months just to drown myself in alcohol, aiming to take away the pain within me.

Want to know why I went there?

Well, my husband had threatened to file for a divorce, with the false accusation of me seeing another man outside our marriage, and he vowed that he would divorce me if I dared cheat on him again.

I tried to make him understand that he was wrong and that I was not seeing anyone but he refused to believe me. I felt hurt and devastated, so I went to my last resort, which was the bar, to drown my tears.

Now, he sent an apology text, asking me to come over. Truth be told, I could not hide the excitement I felt in my heart, and I couldn't even wait to know how he was going to make it up to me!

With a wide smile on my heart-shaped lip after reading the text message, I shifted my gaze away from my phone as I searched for the room with the number '901' as written in the text.

"901," I slurred as soon as my half-open eyes sighted the fancy door a few feet from where I stood with the room number tag on it.

Sauntering drunkenly to the door like an intoxicated chicken, I reached out to the door and was about to turn the handle when it suddenly swung open. I fell into the room, plunging onto the marble tiles, making me shriek loudly in terror.

"Ahh!" It escaped my mouth as I prepared myself for the impact of the fall.

But strangely enough, it's like Ken had anticipated what was going to happen because the pain never came; rather, my busty boobs collided with the surface of his muscular chest.

A heavy breath of relief escaped my mouth, slightly happy that the fall was prevented, but the door behind me slammed shut before I could look up at him.

The double clicks of the door pierced into my ears, and the room went dark.

"Erm_Ken. Turn on the lights. I can't see anything. Where is the damned switch?" I cuss, leaving his hold as I searched for the light switch so I could turn it on but his grip around my waist tightened.

He pulled me to him, pressing my busty boobs against his firm chest.

His thumb gently caressed my plump wet lips, shutting me up as he leaned in on me.

My skin felt a minty breath fanning my sensitive spot as he spoke into my ear softly, "You're doing a lot of talking lately, little kitten. Keep It down..."

I don't know how he did it but Ken's words made me oblige to his words, succumbing to his manly hands as I inhaled the scent of his manly cologne.

It smelled so different and satisfying that I was sure I could recognize it anywhere.