Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M novel Chapter 402

Chapter 25

Harper.

Jackson, one of Gabriel’s drivers, opens the door for me and I get in, Gabriel slipping in beside me.

I still can’t believe that I’d agreed to this, but deep down I know that it made sense. Gabriel was right, there was no better way to get experience running a company than learning from the best. When it came to business, Gabriel and Rowan were the best out there. They even surpassed their father who had retired but was still head of the board members.

It took me a while to get ready because I couldn’t decide what to wear. I worked from home most of the time and when I did go to the company, I put on casual clothes since the company I used to work for was a bit laid back.

I wanted to look presentable and make a good first impression. I didn’t have a lot of work clothes and I planned to go shopping this weekend. Money was tight, but I could do with a few skirts and blouses.

After settling on what to wear, I went to have breakfast. Gabriel had given me a quick once over before going back to his phone. After I was done, it was time to leave. Lilly wasn’t awake yet, so I left a message with Sharone.

“So, what kind of work will you assign me?” I asked once Gabriel was seated and we started moving.

His presence filled the entire place and his cologne was intoxicating. The way he filled the space next to me with his broad shoulders and muscular thighs took me back to a few hours ago when I walked into his room unannounced.

The image of him with his fist around his long, thick and hard cock makes my mouth water. Don’t judge me. It’s been a few years since I’ve gotten any action. Any woman in my position would salivate at that.

I try banishing the memory, but it’s no good. I can’t stop seeing his eyes locked on mine as he fisted himself. Neither can I unhear his groan of pleasure nor unsee as his cum shot up from the tip of his cock.

I clump my thighs together to try and stop the throbbing down there. This was wrong on so many levels. I should be lusting after him. Not him. Not the same man that broke my heart into a thousand pieces years ago.

“Harper-”

I screech, when I hear my name. I turn to look at him, burning with embarrassment. I’m damn afraid that he’ll see or somehow sense that I’ve been picturing his dick.

I wonder what or who he was thinking of when he was jerking off. Nope, definitely no. I’m not going to go there.