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

to me with a blush on her face. "Your husband is so handsome and sweet. I hope your marriage

you, Sia," I said, touched by

and Sia led me into a cozy room with a massage bed in the center. "Please, make yourself comfortable. You can change into this towel," she said, handing me a

my body. Sia then led me to the massage bed, where Wendy, the massage therapist, was

today. Please lie down on your back, we'll

beneath me, soothing. Wendy began by gently draping another towel over me, presumably to ensure

refreshment before we start?" Wendy asked. She was trying so hard to

I replied, relaxing

The soothing music and scent of essential oils helped

moment all through. But when I rose from

exclaimed, stretching my body. "One of the best, if not

enjoyed it, Mrs. Smith. We hope to see you again soon," Wendy said,

course, I'll definitely

bid Wendy and Sia goodbye and walked

door, his

he asked,

paused. "Honestly, I'm not used to being waited on. It always feels a bit strange. But the massage was amazing.

smile softened, and he gently knocked his cheek against mine. I could still feel the lingering warmth from the massage, a pleasant heat that seemed to surround

kind and not used to people serving her," he said with a teasing grin. "I'll learn how to do it myself-how about that? Think Wendy could teach me? I'd love to

feeling my face

afraid Wendy might

talented students. If

ver

have to try itout. 'Mr. Smith's

closer, his voice low. "Anytime,

let's head back to our suite, get dressed, and then

a knowing smile, and I took it, and we strolled back to our room. After changing into suitable

was elegant, just like every part of the hotel. The aroma

pressed a button on the table, and a smartly dressed waiter appeared. "Good day, Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Welcome

make from the array of options. "I'll have the grilled

wife, and please bring one of your most expensive wines,"