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

a massage bed in the center. "Please, make yourself comfortable. You can change

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

today. Please lie down

Wendy began

water or any refreshment before we start?" Wendy asked. She was trying so hard to please me, and

you," I replied, relaxing on

skilled hands working on my tensed muscles. The soothing music and scent of essential oils helped

didn't know how long the massage lasted because I was lost in the moment all through. But when I rose from the bed, it felt like my

my body. "One of the best, if not the best massage

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

I'll definitely be

Sia goodbye and walked

the door, his hands in his pockets, a relaxed expression on

was it?" he asked, falling into

hesitation, then paused. "Honestly, I'm not used to being waited on. It always feels a bit

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

teasing grin. "I'll learn how to do it myself-how about that? Think Wendy

chuckled, feeling

"I'm afraid Wendy might

talented students. If she

ver

I guess I'd have to try itout. 'Mr. Smith's VIP service'? That's

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

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

it, and we strolled back to our room. After changing into suitable attire,

of the hotel. The aroma of delicious cuisine hung in the air,

feeling like a Queen. Once we were seated, Jared pressed a button on the table, and a smartly dressed waiter appeared. "Good

what choice to make from the array of options. "I'll have the grilled salmon, please," I said finally. "Great choice," the waiter replied.

have the same as my wife, and please bring one of your most expensive wines," Jared said, smiling