Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 68

BK 69

Alexander POV

I sat at my desk, the polished mahogany surface reflecting the afternoon light pouring through the floor–to–ceiling windows of my office. Stacks of reports lay before me, papers waiting for signatures, and emails piling up on my computer screen. But none of it held my attention. Instead, my thoughts kept circling back to her–Christiana.

I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking sofily under the weight of my thoughts, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. I couldn’t help it. Everything about last night and this morning was still fresh in my mind, replaying in vivid detail.

She was drunk, yes, but somehow even in her drunken state, she was beautiful. Being with Christiana, sharing the same space with her again, hell, sharing the same bed with her–it felt like stepping back in time, like all the years and the heartache had never happened.

I chuckled softly, running a hand through my hair, letting out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. The image of her, flushed and confused when she woke up, still in her underwear, thinking something might have happened between us, was priceless. But nothing could compare to that kiss.

That kiss.

For a moment, I had her. Her lips on mine, her body close, her heart racing just like mine. And when she pulled away, breathless and unsure, I knew she felt it too. She might have walked out on me after that, choosing to go check on the kids, but the spark was there. It was real. I could feel it.

I glanced at the papers in front of me, my mind still far from the work I was supposed to be doing. I’d told her to be mine again. The words had come so naturally, like they’d been building up inside me for the past five years, just waiting for the right moment to come out. She hadn’t responded. She hadn’t said no either. That had to mean something, right?

I leaned forward, clasping my hands together on the desk, feeling that light–heartedness again. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt this… elated. It was ridiculous, really. A man like me, a billionaire who commanded entire companies, reduced to this giddy feeling because of a single kiss. But it wasn’t just the kiss. It was her. It had always been her.

I’d been with countless women since the divorce, but none of them mattered. None of them had that spark. Christiana was different. She always had been,

A knock on my office door interrupted my thoughts. “Come in, I called, still smiling like a fool.

James, my assistant, stepped in, eyeing me curiously. “Sir, I have the reports you requested for the Westgate project.”

“Leave them on the desk,” I said, waving him off, my tone much lighter than usual. Even James seemed taken aback by my

mood.

He hesitated for a moment before placing the file down, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Are you feeling alright, sir?”

at him. “Why do you

different today. Happier,

across my chest. Let’s just say

in surprise but wisely didn’t press further. “Very well, sir. If you need anything. I’ll be outside.” Thanks, James.” I nodded, watching him leave before turning

wanted, I wasn’t deterred. If anything, her walking away only made me more determined. I knew her better than anyone. She needed time to

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had planted the seed.

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even in her hungover state. Five years ago, she’d always slept curled up next to me, her breathing soft and steady. That morning, it

with horror when I stepped out of the bathroom

was on my mind more than ever. But that was fine. In fact, it was more than fine. It was exhilarating. Because for the first time in a long while, I felt like I had something to

get it.

had crossed a line–stealing guests from Christiana’s exhibition, sabotaging her work. He didn’t realize the storm he’d brought upon himself. This wasn’t just business for me. It was

as my assistant James finished making the necessary calls. It didn’t take long to get

said, entering with a folder in hand. “We’ve secured all his key contracts. His investors are pulling out, and his top

settling in. “Good. What about

James responded, his

the desk. “Schedule the meeting.

into the high–rise conference room, my presence alone commanding attention. Roger was already there, pacing anxiously. The moment he saw me, his eyes narrowed. He tried to hide

his eyes, “I think we should talk about this. No need to go nuclear.” I walked slowly to the head of the table, my eyes never leaving his. “Nuclear? You haven’t even seen nuclear yet, Roger.” I paused, leaning forward on the table, locking him in a stare

his hands

messed

reputation.

his forehead. He was crumbling. “It was just an opportunity, Alex. Nothing personal.

“You made it personal the moment you went after her. I stood up, pacing around the room, the sound of my shoes echoing against the marble

Roger said, his voice quivering as he tried to regain control. “We can work something out, make

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