Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 18

(ARIELLE'S POV)

I stormed into the house, and Sofia was seated in the living room watching a reality show on the TV.

She stared at me momentarily and returned her attention to the TV. Well, if she wanted to play the ignore game, then I was up for it too. I continued on my way, ignoring her as well, as I made for the stairs. I was just about to ascend, when I heard her exclaim “Jared!”

I stopped in my tracks and turned back around. Jared had just stepped into the living room, and she had shot up from the couch to lurch into his arms.

“I have missed you. Are you okay? Are you stressed?” She fussed, trailing her hands all over his body.

Jared didn’t move. His voice was sharp, a command. "Stop it Sofia. Mind your actions."

But his stillness only made it worse—he wasn’t pushing her away. He wasn’t rejecting her. My stomach churned.

Disgust was suffocating me. My eyes met with Jared, a clear guilt in his eyes, and I quickly averted them, hurrying upstairs.

I was too tired to worry about Jared and Sofia, I decided, shoving thoughts of them aside. I shrugged out of my work clothes, and walked into the bathroom for a shower.

Returning to the room, I met Jared unknotting his tie. He paused, a musky look appearing in his eyes as they trailed up my legs to stop on my thighs, where the short towel I had on, stopped.

“Well, well, is Mrs. Smith trying to seduce me tonight?” Jared teased, approaching me, his eyes still pinned on my thighs.

My face heated up, as I tried to stop the blush I was sure, was fast spreading across my face. “Stop it, Jared.”

“I can't, dear wife. You look edible,” he said in a husky tone, as he traced his fingers on my chin.

The tingling feelings were back to my thighs, and I could feel my core throbbing with need. I suddenly felt ashamed at how easily aroused I had become lately. It had to be the pregnancy hormones because I once stumbled on an article online that stated that most women's libido increases in pregnancy.

“What are you thinking about, Mrs. Smith?” Jared asked, his fingers now on my lips.

I closed my eyes and moaned softly. That felt so good, and I didn't wish for him to stop. Jared continued with his seduction game, touching me in significant places that got my body fired up with need.

Suddenly, he stopped, and I snapped my eyes open in disappointment. “Why did you stop?”

“What's the fun if I do the things I want to do to you during our little trip by weekend, now?” He asked, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “ I would save them until then,” he added, and stepped away from me.

“Not fair,” I pouted. “How about we do a little now, and then do the rest later?”

“No,” Jared shook his head. “The fun will be ruined. I want to do a lot of wicked sweet things to you. Trust me, dear wife, you can't imagine them.”

I stifled a moan, more liquid gushing out of me, as I tried to create a mental picture of the things Jared was planning.

I knew he was not bluffing. With our sexual experiences in the past, I was well aware of what Jared was capable of. And tell you what? I can't wait for the weekend.

And by God, I hope nothing ruins it.

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It was finally the weekend, Saturday, precisely. I had packed a bag for Jared and I the previous day when I got back from work. I was so excited about the trip that I couldn't hide my happiness.

“You have to take it easy, Arielle. You're acting like a teenager going to a summer camp for the first time,” Jared had teased me last night, as he watched me fuss about the clothes to pack.

I ignored him and held up a swimsuit. “What do you think? Do you think this is nice for a dip in the pool?”

“It's nice, but not as revealing as I want.”

My brows shot up, while I tried to hide my blush. “What do you mean? People are going to be at the pool, you don't want me revealing too much skin, do you?”

“There will be no people. You underestimate your husband, dear wife. The hotel belongs to the Smiths corporation, and I already informed the manager. We're having the first wing of the hotel to ourselves, the pool included.”