Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband's Regret
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Rising From Ashes: The Heiress They Tried To Erase
The Phantom Heiress: Rising From The Shadows
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Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now
The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate
Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!
The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life
Too Late For Regret: The Genius Heiress Who Shines
HAZEL
OREGON, 2020
"...pink," he growled the whispered word above me.
"What is?" I asked, my chest heaving maniacally like my heart was trying to escape its cavity.
The head of hair, once slicked and perfectly styled, now rose up, tousled and unruly, and the most piercing gray eyes gazed drunkenly at me, high off lust or whatever this is.
"Your nipples." His index fingers rubbed small circles on each of them. "I now wonder how sweet you'd taste down there."
"What?" Apparently my brain could only formulate baby words.
His large hands cupped my breasts squishing them together. I let out a loud strangled gasp, my back arching off the bed as those sinful lips locked in my nipples, inevitably sucking me to an early grave. He sucked and bit my nipples until they were tingling and almost-bruised feeling.
"Please" I groaned. "Jules, arghh, please don't..." The tight grip I had on his hair loosened when he glanced up at me.
His hair was sticking up in every direction, looking all fucked up from my fingers. He looked the complete opposite of the impeccably dressed up twenty three year old I had met two days ago, the denim jacket he donned at the bonfire nowhere in sight, his shirt was halfway unbuttoned and I hesitated to glance down, unsure of how disheveled I must be looking like.
"Don't what, honey?" He asked around a smirk.
"Don't.. don't stop, please, don't –" I'm certain my face is red with lust and embarrassment. He must think I'm still wet behind the ears; I mean that's a bit true, but still.
"Ohhh... my kitten is a little fiery ball of fire."
"I ain't your anything." I shot back, making him chuckle. He blew a cool breath from his parted lips, hitting my still very saliva-slicked nipples. I threw my head back as goosebumps covered my skin in no time.
"So perky," he swirled his tongue on my buds, "and super responsive, my honey." He dragged my nipples lightly between his teeth. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes.
Without breaking the heated eye contact, his hand drifted downward, he brushed his middle finger around my very inflamed pussy.
I moaned and tightened the grip I had on the sheets.
"You're so wet," he whispers, "and we are yet to do anything."
Oh my God.
My grandma would surely be turning over in her grave now, if she peeped down from heaven– or hell.
"Jay, I want...I need you. Please."
***
NEW YORK, 2024
I sprang up from my bed covered in cold sweat and immediately regretted. My head throbbed and my stomach tumbled sickeningly, reminding me of the shots I threw down my throat last night.
"Ughh..." moaning in pains, I clutched my hair as I threw the covers from my body. The loud ringing of my phone jolted me back to life before I could go down the memory lane of my life's greatest mistake.
"Wakey, wakey! Good morning sunshine." I pulled the phone away from my ear as Tessa's shrilly voice came through.
"How on earth are you this energetic? It 's only–" I glanced at my bedside clock, "eigh– shit! I'm gonna be so late." I made a beeline for the fridge, grabbed a bottle of water and chugged it down in one go.
"Don't you feel lucky having a friend like me?" Tessa asked, her voice now punctuated by the distant sounds of car horns and bustling streets.
"I would be if you hadn't suggested going to a bar on a weekday." Putting her on speaker, I got rid of my clothings from the night before and stepped into the shower.
"I so dearly apologize for making an effort to rectify your nonexistent sex life." She's so not apologetic about it. "I mean are you a nun or something? Do you have like a hidden billionaire sugar daddy you don't wanna share? C'mon Haze you need to live a little."
Making a quick work of rinsing the soap suds off my body, I stepped out of the shower and ran a towel over my damp skin.
"Alright love, I would really love to have this conversation with you, but I have an office to be at, and a massive hangover to deal with." I said.
Tess is a very cute, petite girl with a round doll-like cherubic face framed by her short black hair that had always been styled in a chic bob. We really are the total opposites of each other, from our personalities down to our styles.
Tessa and I met as interns at the advertising agency three years ago and we clicked instantly– well she actually badgered me for days, talking my ears off and acting like we were long time besties, just after I had sworn off all relationships. Three years ago I was a shadow of myself, hiding behind my hair, avoiding and ignoring everyone. Everyone steered clear of me except Tess.
"I'll get you a coffee as an apology." She said.
"Please do. I'll see you in thirty." I replied before hanging up.
Everything else from there, I had done on autopilot; I dressed up in a slim fitted black suit, drank a glass of warm milk with a lone toast, packed up and was out the door. My long brown curls whipped wildly around my face as I stepped into the windy streets of New York hailing a cab to Madison Avenue.
"Wellspring agency, please"
***
I met up with Tessa at the lobby waiting for the elevator.
"Coffee," she offered.
"Thanks." I took a sip and threw a glance her way.
"It's a medium roast espresso with a drizzle of honey and a bit of cinnamon. It'll help with the hangover." She replied my unasked question, looking so proud of herself.
I could feel her trying to sneak peeks at me and after nearly a minute of her failed attempts at subtlety, I relented. "Do I have something on my face?," the elevator pinged and we went in, I punched in our floor and turned to her, "spit it out."
Knowing Tess, the one thing she can't stand is being curious, she'd drive herself crazy with speculations until she got the answers she craved.
"I honestly don't understand why you ain't bagged. I mean just look at you," she made wild grabby hands at me, "full package; you are taller and curvier than your average woman, both my boobs combined have nothing on just one of yours." She patted her chest like she's trying to get her point across. "Your hair is too perfect, your face card should be a crime and don't get me started on those big, soulful, brown eyes." She paused to give me a one over, "I swear I look like a broom stick standing next to you."
I let out a low breath of laughter as we got off on our busy floor. "Okay, you're just being silly now." I responded.
"Oh my God, you're so blind!" She groaned loudly and dragged me to the break room. She was quiet for a while, until "Do you really have a hidden sugar daddy?! OMG! Was my theory correct?"
"Hold your horses for a bit. When exactly did I supposedly meet this imaginary man? You do know that I've never been keen on socializing with humans, especially without you or Aiden hanging off my arm." I sipped my coffee gingerly, awaiting another outburst.
She mused for a while.
"Fair point, you dash out of work the second the clock strikes 5. What's waiting for you at home? Never mind, you've never invited me over, so I guess I'll never know." A beat, "but you really need an active sexual life or even friends, who else do you hang out with, apart from Aiden and me?" She asked.