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?”

eyebrow at

seem different today. Happier, if I may say

across my chest. Let’s just say I

outside.” Thanks, James.” I nodded, watching him

I wanted, I wasn’t deterred. If anything, her walking away only made me more determined. I knew her better

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planted the seed. I’d be patient,

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used to have. She’d looked so peaceful, even in her hungover state. Five years ago, she’d always slept curled up next to

smile widened as I recalled how she looked at me with horror when I

that was fine. In fact, it was more

it. One way or another, she’d be mine again. She had to

again, it felt like a trigger had been pulled inside me. The smug, conniving bastard had crossed a line–stealing guests from Christiana’s

in the center of my office, phone clenched in my hand, as my assistant James finished making the necessary

his key contracts. His investors are pulling out, and his top clients have been

satisfaction settling in. “Good. What about the

before everything freezes,” James responded, his voice steady

of the desk. “Schedule the meeting. I

I walked 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 it, but the fear was there, bubbling just beneath

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 that pinned him to the

hands

my voice as sharp as a blade. “You poached her guests, messed with her and thought you’d get away with it? Do you have

reputation.

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

room, the sound of my shoes echoing against the marble floor.

he tried to regain

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