Mr Billionaire's Regret Chasing His Irresistible Wife (Jared and Arielle) novel Chapter 32

(ARIELLE'S POV)

“Shit! We're gonna be late,”Jared cussed as he threw his shirt on.

I laughed heartily, watching him whine like a kid. “Well, if you've not been so needy in the bathroom, we wouldn't be late,” I teased.

“You can't blame me, dear wife. You're just too irresistible,” he said, and I sucked my lips in to stop myself from blushing. I tried not to recall the sex in the shower, as it would make me blush more. Jared had suggested a quickie, and we ended going two rounds, and was almost on the third if not for my timely intervention.

“Well you have to learn to,” I said and approached him, giving him my back. “Here, help with my zip.”

You look lovely in this red dress,” Jared complimented as he worked on the zip.

“Thank you–” I made to say, but gasped, when I felt his fingers trail my back.

“We could ditch the party, what do you say?” He whispered.

“I say that you zip my dress and keep your hands to yourself.”

He scoffed. “You didn't have to ruin the fun.”

I laughed as he zipped to the end. “I have to, else we might end up not attending the party,” I said, and stepped away from him.

We resumed dressing up, and soon we were done. Jared was dressed in an expensive black shirt, with two buttons undone, tucked into well ironed black pants. He had a black belt with a golden buckle to match, and a pair black shiny shoes. His hair was washed and styled in a way that some strands fell on his face, giving him the perfect hot and smoky look.

I, on the other hand, wore a red knee length gown that accentuated my shape and showed off my legs. I wore a pair of drooping gold earrings, matching necklace, bracelets and rings. My hair was let down as Ashley suggested, and I wore light makeup. A pair of gold strap on heels, and purse, and my look was complete.

“You're stunning!” Jared exclaimed.

“Thank you,” I responded. “You are handsome.”

“Thank you. Shall we?”

I nodded, and we walked out of the room. We arrived outside, and I walked over the passenger door of the car, while Jared took to the driver's door. I opened it, and was startled by who I saw. Sofia.

“Sofia?” I called, surprised to see her. And even more surprised on why she was looking all dressed up. She was wearing a long orange dress, her black hair flowing down, and she had makeup on.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“What do you mean by what am I doing here?” She snapped. “I also have a class reunion today, and Jared is giving me a ride there.”

I was stunned, but then it occurred to me that Sofia and Jared had been classmates from highschool. His class reunion was bound to be hers too. I turned to cast Jared a disapproving look. Shouldn't he have informed me that Sofia was coming with us?

“Oh, okay,” I responded.

“Yeah,” Sofia responded curtly and turned her face away.

However, as much as giving a ride was a nice thing to do, it is assumed that the passenger seat in a car is usually reserved for the woman of the house. I stood, my hands still on the car door as I expected Sofia to alight and move to the back seat, but she didn't show any sign, instead, she took out a small mirror from her bag and began to glance at her face.

And so I opted for a viable option. “Sofia, don't you think you'll be more comfortable sitting in the back seat?” I said, while subtly passing my message.