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 with a

turned to me with a blush on her face.

I said, touched

and Sia led me into a cozy room with a massage bed in the center. "Please,

my body. Sia then led me to

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

soothing. Wendy began by gently draping

trying so hard

I replied, relaxing on

muscles. The soothing music

in the moment all through. But when I rose from the bed, it felt

my body. "One of

We hope

course, I'll definitely

Sia goodbye and

outside the door, his hands in his pockets, a

asked, falling into

not used to being waited on. It

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

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

feeling my

afraid Wendy might

talented students. If

ver

teach you, I guess I'd have to try itout. 'Mr. Smith's VIP service'? That's not

low. "Anytime, my love. For you,

suite, get dressed, and

a knowing smile, and I took it, and we strolled back to our

every part of the hotel. The aroma of delicious

the table, and a

lost on what choice to make from the array of

please bring one of your most expensive wines,"