Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 68

Alexander POV.

I sat at my desk, the polished mahogany surface reflecting the afternoon light pouring through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office. Stacks of reports lay before me, papers waiting for signatures, and emails piling up on my computer screen. But none of it held my attention. Instead, my thoughts kept circling back to her—Christiana.

I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking softly under the weight of my thoughts, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. I couldn’t help it. Everything about last night and this morning was still fresh in my mind, replaying in vivid detail.

She was drunk, yes, but somehow even in her drunken state, she was… beautiful. Being with Christiana, sharing the same space with her again, hell, sharing the same bed with her—it felt like stepping back in time, like all the years and the heartache had never happened.

I chuckled softly, running a hand through my hair, letting out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. The image of her, flushed and confused when she woke up, still in her underwear, thinking something might have happened between us, was priceless. But nothing could compare to that kiss.

That kiss.

For a moment, I had her. Her lips on mine, her body close, her heart racing just like mine. And when she pulled away, breathless and unsure, I knew she felt it too. She might have walked out on me after that, choosing to go check on the kids, but the spark was there. It was real. I could feel it.

I glanced at the papers in front of me, my mind still far from the work I was supposed to be doing. I’d told her to be mine again. The words had come so naturally, like they’d been building up inside me for the past five years, just waiting for the right moment to come out. She hadn’t responded. She hadn’t said no either. That had to mean something, right?

I leaned forward, clasping my hands together on the desk, feeling that light-heartedness again. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this… elated. It was ridiculous, really. A man like me, a billionaire who commanded entire companies, reduced to this giddy feeling because of a single kiss. But it wasn’t just the kiss. It was her. It had always been her.

I’d been with countless women since the divorce, but none of them mattered. None of them had that spark. Christiana was different. She always had been.

A knock on my office door interrupted my thoughts. “Come in,” I called, still smiling like a fool.

James, my assistant, stepped in, eyeing me curiously. “Sir, I have the reports you requested for the Westgate project.”

“Leave them on the desk,” I said, waving him off, my tone much lighter than usual. Even James seemed taken aback by my mood.

He hesitated for a moment before placing the file down, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Are you… feeling alright, sir?”

I raised an eyebrow at him. “Why do you ask?”

“You just… seem different today. Happier, if I may say so.”

I smirked, leaning back again, folding my arms across my chest. “Let’s just say I had a good morning.”

James blinked in surprise but wisely didn’t press further. “Very well, sir. If you need anything, I’ll be outside.”

“Thanks, James.” I nodded, watching him leave before turning my gaze back to the skyline outside my window.

Yeah, I’d had a good morning. Even though Christiana hadn’t given me the answer I wanted, I wasn’t deterred. If anything, her walking away only made me more determined. I knew her better than anyone. She needed time to process, to think things through. But I had planted the seed. I’d be patient, for now.

The truth was, I hadn’t felt this alive in years. Waking up next to her, seeing her face first thing in the morning—God, it reminded me of everything we used to have. She’d looked so peaceful, even in her hungover state. Five years ago, she’d always slept curled up next to me, her breathing soft and steady. That morning, it was like stepping back into a memory I didn’t even realize I missed so much.

I ran a hand across my jaw, still feeling the warmth of her skin, the taste of her lips. My smile widened as I recalled how she looked at me with horror when I stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. If only she knew how much self-control it took not to pull her back into my arms right then and there.

And now… I sighed, my fingers drumming lightly on the desk. She was on my mind more than ever. But that was fine. In fact, it was more than fine. It was exhilarating. Because for the first time in a long while, I felt like I had something to look forward to again.

Christiana hadn’t given me her answer yet, but I knew I’d get it. One way or another, she’d be mine again. She had to be.

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Roger Wilkes. The moment I heard his name again, it felt like a trigger had been pulled inside me. The smug, conniving bastard had crossed a line—stealing guests from Christiana’s exhibition, sabotaging her work. He didn’t realize the storm he’d brought upon himself. This wasn’t just business for me. It was personal.