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.

replied with a

walked away, Sia turned to me with a blush on her face.

I said, touched by her

section, 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

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

be taking care of you today. Please

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

trying so hard to

replied, relaxing

nodded and began the massage, her skilled hands working on my tensed muscles. The soothing music and scent of essential oils helped in easing away

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

I'll definitely

bid Wendy and Sia

waiting for me just outside the door, his hands in his pockets, a relaxed expression on

asked, falling into step

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

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

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

chuckled, feeling my face

afraid

talented students. If she

ver

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

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

get

back to our room. After changing into suitable attire, we made

every part of the hotel. The aroma of delicious cuisine

held out a seat for me, and I sat down, feeling like a Queen. Once we were seated, Jared pressed a button on the table, and a smartly dressed waiter appeared. "Good

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, please," I said

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