Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M novel Chapter 465

I move to the beat of music feeling all my fears wash away. Honestly, I have never been to a club before. Never attended any party that didn’t include my parents work parties. This is a first for me.

My parents weren’t strict, but I didn’t have friends and I was so introverted that no one in school new I existed. I didn’t get invited to parties simply because I kept so much to myself, I was probably invisible.

It felt good to drink and just unwind. Today is our last day in Tokyo and everything had gone smoothly. Gabriel had managed to get them to agree to his terms of the deal.

We were here, in this posh club because on of the investors had wanted to celebrate this deal, which by the way is a huge deal that will bring billions to the Wood corporation.

I continue swaying to the music, my eyes closed and hands in the air. Why have I never done this before? Oh right, I got married at eighteen, stayed married for three years, got pregnant, got divorced, gave birth, got married again, raised a baby, become a widow, then got married a third time.

Sheesh, looking at my life now, I realize that it has been nothing but a roller coaster. I didn’t have time to breathe, let alone enjoy myself and go out clubbing and dancing.

I feel someone behind and it takes me just a second to know it isn’t Gabriel. My body knows his.

My eyes snap open and I stop moving. This, being approached by a man from behind, while he presses his body against mine, is also new.

“Hey baby, mind getting out of here for some after fun?” his hand on my waist is all wrong, so is his voice, and everything about him.

“No,” I simply say.

“Come on, you were swaying like a seductress, it’s obvious you wanted my attention,” his hands started to move down to my hips, which made me want to barf.

“I said, no… don’t you understand English?” this time I turn and step away from him.

The guy looks one second away from face planting on the floor. He is way beyond drunk and I’m not even sure he knows what he is doing.

I move, about to turn and head back to our table when he grabs my wrist in a tip grip.

“Let go of me,” I hiss, when I try to shove his hand, but he doesn’t budge.