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

away, Sia turned to me with a blush on her face. "Your husband is so handsome and sweet. I hope your marriage lasts

Sia," I said,

room with a massage bed in the center. "Please, make yourself comfortable. You

changed out of my clothes and wrapped the towel around my body. Sia then led me to

be taking care of you today. Please lie down

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

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

I replied, relaxing on

The soothing music and scent of

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

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

Smith. We hope to

I'll definitely be back,"

bid Wendy and Sia goodbye and walked out the

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

was it?" he asked,

to being waited on. It always

I could still feel the lingering warmth from the massage, a pleasant heat that seemed

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

chuckled, feeling my face

afraid Wendy might

talented students.

ver

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

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

get dressed,

arm with a knowing smile, and I took it, and we strolled back to our room. After

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

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

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, please," I said finally. "Great choice," the waiter replied. "And

and please bring one of your most expensive wines," Jared said, smiling at