Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

Of a massage session and a lunch date.

(ARIELLE'S POV)

Jared returned with our bag, and took it to the closet. "I don't want you stressed," he said, approaching me.

"Don't tell me you brought me here to make me lazy," I said, feigning a frown.

"I brought you here to spoil you silly," he responded.

"Umm...that sounds like something I would love to indulge in," I said, all smiles.

"Great," Jared said, leaning away. "I will unpack our bag, and afterward, we will head to the hotel's spa for a massage session. This week has been hectic for you, and a massage is paramount in relaxing your muscles."

"You have everything all planned out, don't you?" I inquired, pleased at his thoughtfulness.

"I wouldn't bring you here, if I didn't. I will go unpack the bags now," he gave me a wink and walked back to the closet.

As Jared turned his back to me, my eyes were fixated on his muscles flexed beneath his fitted shirt. Yet again, I felt that all too familiar flutter in my belly. I smiled, grateful for this getaway and how thoughtful Jared was, to have suggested and planned it.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice Jared returning to my side until he gently brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. "All unpacked," he whispered, his warm breath sending shivers down my spine. "Shall we head to the spa? Your massage awaits."

I nodded, taking his offered hand, and we strolled out of the room. As we entered the hallway, a young lady approached us, beaming with a smile.

"Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I'm Sia, the spa assistant. I work alongside our skilled massage therapists, Wendy and Leonard."

"Hi Sia," I and Jared replied, smiling back at her.

"I was just about to inform you two that it's time for your massage session. Please follow me," Sia said, leading us down the hallway. We took a turn, and she stopped in front of a door. "This way, please."

We followed her into a calm and serene hallway with soft music playing in the background. The air was reeking with the sweet fragrance of essential oils. The hallway led us to a junction where the path split into two routes.

"Mr. Smith, you will be going to the men's section, and Mrs. Smith, you'll come with me to the female section," Sia announced.

Jared leaned in and pecked my cheek. "Don't miss me too much," he whispered.

try," I replied

on her face. "Your husband is so handsome and sweet. I hope

Sia," I said, touched by her

cozy room with a massage bed in the center. "Please, make yourself comfortable. You can change into this

my body. Sia then led me to the massage

you today. Please lie down on your back, we'll get started," Wendy said,

began

get you some water or any refreshment before we start?" Wendy asked. She was trying so hard to please

replied, relaxing

muscles. The soothing music and

I was lost in the moment all through. But when I rose from

body. "One of the best, if not

We hope to see

course, I'll definitely be

I bid Wendy and Sia goodbye and walked

outside the door, his hands in

he asked, falling into step beside

was remarkable," I said without hesitation, then paused. "Honestly, I'm not used to being waited on. It always feels a

he gently knocked his cheek against mine. I could still feel the lingering warmth from the massage,

and not used to people serving her," he said with a teasing grin. "I'll learn

chuckled, feeling my

afraid Wendy might

students.

ver

have to try itout. 'Mr. Smith's VIP service'? That's not something everyone can

his voice low. "Anytime, my love. For

let's head back to our suite, get dressed, and then we'll grab lunch

we strolled back to our room. After changing into suitable

aroma of delicious cuisine hung in the

out a seat for me, and I sat down, feeling like a Queen. Once we were seated, Jared pressed a button on the table, and a smartly dressed waiter appeared. "Good day, Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Welcome to J&S restaurant. May I present our menu?" he said,

and I scanned through mine, lost on what choice to make from the array of options. "I'll

bring one of your most expensive