Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M

Chapter 0470

Connie.

I am dead on my feet as I ride the elevator to my penthouse. Just another day where I work way past my normal working hours so that I don't have to come back to an empty apartment.

I miss Reaper a lot.

When I first laid eyes on him at the hospital after Ava got shot, I didn't think much about the pull I felt towards him. Sure, the attraction was instant and I just felt like my soul knew him, but he was Reaper. The same man that had kidnapped one of my best friends.

If I'm being honest, I'd never felt for a guy what I felt for Reaper that first time. I don't get attracted to a guy the first time I see them. It's something that builds up as I get to know them. With Reaper it had been different and that had scared the crap out of me.

I'd thought that first meeting was it. That it would be the last time I saw of him, and soon my attraction would be forgotten. Well, that was the plan, until he showed up at my apartment one night.

I should be ashamed to say that I gave it up that very night, but I am not. Reaper gave me the best fucking that I'd ever gotten in my life. After we were done and he was dressing, I didn't feel bad. I got to cum and if I never saw him again then at least I'd have the memories. I would never regret allowing him in my bed without even getting to know him first.

I knew the kind of man he was. I knew he was the type to hit it and quit it. I was okay with that. I'd never done a one nightstand before, but I realized I didn't mind that it was with Reaper.

He left that night, as silently as he came to my home. I never expected to see him again so imagine my shock when two weeks later he showed up at my door again. Just like the first time, we didn't talk. Just got down to business, and just like before, the sex had been amazing.

This went on for a couple of months. He would come to me after two weeks. We would fuck and he would leave afterwards. No cuddling after sex. No spending the night. The moment we both orgasmed, he put on his clothes and silently left.

I know you're probably wondering what the fuck I was thinking. Wondering how could I let him treat me in that manner. Like I said, I didn't mind. I loved the sex. Loved what we had. I wasn't looking for a relationship and neither was he. Our arrangement was perfect for both of us.

This went on for a couple of months. That is until, he decided to change the rules. I'll never forget the night that started us on this journey. The night, instead of getting off me, pulling his clothes on and leaving. He pulled out of me, fell beside me and pulled me into his arms. He then informed he was spending the night. He didn't ask for permission. Just told me what was going to happen.

I had started having feelings for him, but I think that night they became solid. That night, I fell for him.

spent the night. He was gone before I ever woke up, but the more we spent

remember the first time I told him I loved him. It had been a year since he started the night visits and

possibility he didn't feel the same and that he would stop coming to me... But I am not the kind of person to wait. If something needs to be done, I get it done. I wanted to know if he felt the same,

turned me over, slipped into my already wet and sore pussy, and fucked me

he woke me up before leaving and made sweet, slow, love to me that left me aching for more of him. That had been might

the code to unlock my door. Entering

*Hello, darling."

in my tracks after hearing his deep and husky voice. I quickly look up

thought that I didn't even notice the lights were

a joyous scream, I drop my bags, run, and launch myself

are here!" I hug him,

the longest we

can't stop the

from him and stares at me. His hands come up and he wipes the tears

without you," his gentle voice tries to soothe me. "You know it had to be done. I needed that hit on me gone so I can be with you anytime I want. I was tired of seeing you a few nights a month. Tired of not being able to take you out on dates. Tired of not being able to sleep and wake up beside

us. All I ever wanted since I first realized I loved him, was

know," I reply. "Is it

to strike a

me for falling in love with a criminal, but I just didn't give two shits. It's not like everyone in our world was genuine in their business dealings. I knew of a few of my father's associates that have illegal businesses on their side. Their legal

and

is consuming and there is nothing gentle about it. I like it like that. I love that Reaper can

It's only after I feel the bulge underneath me, that I realize I was straddling

I

long years. It feels

"Yes, Love, it is."