MR BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET: CHASING HIS IRRESISTIBLE WIFE
Horny and angry.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

At the close of work, Jared was already waiting outside the restaurant to drive me home.

"Your Mr. perfect is here," Rebecca announced, her head peeking through my office door.

"Go away, Rebecca," I replied smiling.

"Alright, alright," Rebecca giggled and left.

I hurriedly parked up as I would rather not keep Jared waiting. Walking outside, I met him leaning on his car, waiting for me.

"And how was work today, Mrs. Smith?" He asked, the moment I got to him.

"Hectic as usual."

"You wouldn't stop if I asked you to, right?" He teased, taking my handbag.

"Not in this world," I responded. My job was my life, and I couldn't imagine life without my profession.

"Here, let me help you get in," he said, outstretching his other hand. I took it, and got into the set beside the drivers.

Jared got in beside me, strapping his seat belt in place. I expected him to start the car, but he turned to me instead, a serious expression on his face.

"Arielle," he began, his voice low, almost hesitant. "I haven't been much of a good husband to you lately. I know that. All I ask is for your understanding. It's... it's because I'm looking out for Sofia."

The words made my stomach churn. I could already feel my defenses rising. "I won't be able to forgive myself if something bad happens to her," Jared continued, his facial expression unreadable. "She's in my care. My family, her family-everyone expects me to protect her, like I always have. I know I've never explained this to you, but Sofia's mother saved my mom's life, Arielle. That's how our families became connected. I've never told you this before because I didn't want to burden you with it. But it seems... my way wasn't right. I'm sorry, love."

Every other thing Jared said faded into the background, as I pondered on his revelation. This must explain his deep loyalty and zeal to look out for Sofia.

Her mother had saved his mother's life, and somehow, despite everything else, this sense of obligation had grown into something larger, something that always pulled Jared toward Sofia. It explained his overprotectiveness, his guilt, his inability to see beyond his debt of gratitude.

"Are you there?" Jared said, tapping me.

"Oh yes," I responded, blinking. I didn't realize I had zoned out.

"So," he said, his gaze more intense now, searching mine, "do you think my actions lately are justified?"

"To an extent, yes. But don't you think you might be indulging her a little too much? I mean, I understand you two have a past together, your families are friends, and you feel the need to protect because of her mother's act of kindness in the past, but I still think you should set boundaries. We're married, Jared, and you should never have to choose between your wife and a friend."

Jared sighed and took my hands in his. "I know, Arielle. I know. You see, Sofia is needy, but trust me she was never like this. She's pregnant, and the pregnancy hormone has been making her act like a spoiled child..."

I wanted to retort that the pregnancy hormone was not to blame. Sofia is a spoiled brat in actual sense, but I held myself. Jared was trying, and it would be cruel to escalate things further. I was too tired. Too exhausted from everything. I just wanted peace.

"So what do you say, Mrs. Smith? Will you be a little patient and lenient with her henceforth?"

I looked away. Sofia was unpredictable, and I can't make promises that I might be unable to keep.

Jared noticed my hesitation, his gaze darkening as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against my skin. "Come on, Arielle," he murmured, his voice rich with sincerity. "Please?"

"I can't promise anything. If she is not on her best behavior, I wouldn't hesitate to express my displeasure. Someone -"

The words caught in my throat as Jared lowered his head, his lips pressing against the soft skin of my neck. I froze, my body tensing under the sudden jolt of sensation. "Jared..." I breathed, barely managing to get his name out.

His lips moved against my skin, his breath warm and teasing as he traced the curve of my neck. "Promise?" he whispered, his voice a low, enticing murmur. "Jared, d... don't," I murmured, stifling a moan.

"Promise me, Arielle," he said, making a circular movement with his tongue, and this time, I could not help the helpless moan that escaped my throat.

"Fine, I promise," I moaned in surrender, when he left my neck to my throat.

"Good girl," he murmured, before capturing my lips in his. The kiss was hot, ravenous, aggressive. I lost my sense of reasoning at that moment, as Jared attacked the walls of my mouth. I greedily opened up to him, letting him do justice to my mouth.

OMG! It felt so good. How could I have forgotten how good foreplay, romance, and even sex with Jared was? He was an expert in matters of the bed, and he always left me satiated after every session of love making. Sofia's arrival had made things tense, that sex hadn't crossed my mind in a while, and I doubted it crossed Jared's too.

The kiss progressed, and I moaned loudly when Jared reached for my blouse, and cupped a breast in his large palm.

"Keep it low, you don't want anyone walking up on us making out in your restaurant parking lot, do you?" Jared chided, even though his pressure on my breast increased.

I giggled into his mouth, my body aching with need as I thrust my chest forward.

Just then, the ringing of his phone cut through the air, halting our sexual escapade. Jared froze, and let the phone ring to a stop before attacking my lips again.

Almost immediately, the phone rang again, and Jared groaned, leaning away from me. He took out his phone from his pocket and glanced at the screen, and his face fell. "What's wrong? Who's calling?" I asked, concerned.

Jared looked at me, hesitated, before responding, "It's Sofia."

"Right," I rolled my eyes, and sat up in the car. I proceeded to straighten my blouse and skirt.

"I'm sorry, Arielle. We..."

"Can we go home, please?" I said, my voice cold and dismissing.

"Sure," he responded and straightened his shirt.

The remaining part of the drive home graced with silence. I was horny and angry. Of all the times to call, Sofia had to call in the middle of a make out. Making me wonder if she was all out to ruin every atone and intimate moment I had with Jared.

The car soon pulled into the parking lot, and I reached for my seat belt.

"Hey," Jared called, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I froze, his hand on my shoulders making my messed up emotions even worse. My thighs tinged with need, and I had to silently chide myself to stay focused.

"What?" I asked, refusing to face him.

"I'm sorry, Arielle-"

"That has become your mantra, Jared. It is now stale, you should think of something else."

"I know you're mad at me, and I'm sorry. You don't work on weekends, how about we visit a hotel and spend the weekend alone? We could book a spar session, and go driving in the evening."

Now, that was an enticing offer.

Typical Jared, he knew just the best

offer to make in every situation. The thought of spending the weekend alone with him, with no Sofia

hovering around, got my in-between pooling with moist.

Oh, get a grip on yourself, Arielle!

I hesitated. "I Will think about it," I said finally.

"Thank you -"

I didn't wait for Jared to complete his words before unstrapping the seat belt and getting out of the car.