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 with

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

I said, touched by her

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

my body. Sia then led me

taking care of you today. Please

into the massage bed, its softness beneath me, soothing. Wendy began by gently draping

you some water or any refreshment before we start?" Wendy asked. She was trying so hard to please me, and I guess it's because of Jared, and who he

I replied, relaxing on

began the massage, her skilled hands working on my tensed muscles. The soothing music and scent of

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 body had turned brand

that was wonderful! I exclaimed, stretching my body. "One of the

We hope to see you again

definitely be back," I

and Sia goodbye and walked out the

his hands

it?" he asked, falling

said without hesitation, then paused. "Honestly, I'm not used to being waited on. It always feels a bit strange. But the massage was amazing.

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

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 give

feeling my

afraid Wendy

students. If she

ver

you, I guess I'd have to try itout.

low. "Anytime, my

to our suite, get

took it, and we strolled back to

every part of the hotel. The aroma of delicious cuisine hung in the air, making my stomach growl

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, with a

and I scanned through mine, lost on what choice to make from the array of options. "I'll have the grilled salmon, please," I said finally. "Great choice," the waiter replied. "And for you,

wife, and please bring one of your most expensive