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.

I replied

her face. "Your husband is so handsome

said, touched by her

a cozy room with a massage bed in the center. "Please, make

clothes and wrapped the towel around my body. Sia then led me to the massage bed, where

I'll be taking care of you today. Please lie down on your

began by gently draping another towel over

Wendy asked. She was trying so hard

I replied, relaxing

her skilled hands working on my tensed muscles. The soothing music and scent of essential oils helped in easing away my stress

through. But when I rose from the bed, it

was wonderful! I exclaimed, stretching my body. "One of the best, if not the best massage I've ever

glad you enjoyed it, Mrs. Smith. We hope to

I'll definitely

Sia goodbye and walked out

for me just outside the door, his hands in his

was it?" he asked,

to being waited on. It always feels

mine. I could still feel the lingering warmth from the massage, a pleasant heat that seemed to surround

a teasing grin. "I'll learn how to

feeling my face

afraid Wendy

students.

ver

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

his voice low. "Anytime, my love. For you, I'd

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

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

elegant, just like every part of the hotel. The aroma of delicious cuisine hung in the air,

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, with

menu was handed to us and I scanned through mine, lost on what choice to make from the array of options. "I'll have the grilled salmon,

one of your most expensive wines,"