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?”

raised an eyebrow at him.

just seem different today. Happier, if I may say

back again, folding my arms across my chest. Let’s just say

outside.” Thanks,

deterred. If anything,

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had planted the seed. I’d be patient,

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thing in the morning–God, it reminded me of everything we used to have. She’d looked so peaceful, even in her hungover state. Five years ago, she’d always slept curled up next to me, her

of her lips. My smile widened as I recalled how she looked at me with horror when I stepped out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. If only she knew how much self- control it took not to pull her back into

more than ever. But that was fine. In fact, it was more than fine. It was exhilarating. Because for the first time in

answer yet, but I knew I’d get it. One way or another, she’d be mine

Wilkes. The moment I heard his name again, it felt like a trigger had been pulled inside me. The smug, conniving bastard 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

my assistant James

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

settling

notified, too. His accounts are under review. It won’t be long before everything freezes,” James responded, his voice steady but carrying an underlying tension. He knew how

I said, tapping the edge of the desk. “Schedule the meeting. I want to

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

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

hands defensively. “I

“You poached her guests, messed with her and thought you’d get

reputation.

stammered, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He was crumbling. “It was

I stood up, pacing around the room, the sound of my shoes echoing against the marble floor.

overreacting.” Roger said, his voice quivering as he tried to regain control.

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