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 a

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

said, touched by her kind

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

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

today. Please lie

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

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,

thank you," I replied,

tensed muscles. The soothing

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

I exclaimed, stretching my body. "One of

glad you enjoyed it, Mrs. Smith. We hope to see you again soon," Wendy

course, I'll definitely

and Sia goodbye and walked

door, his hands in

it?" he asked, falling into step beside

being waited on. It always feels a bit strange. But the

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

with a teasing grin. "I'll learn how to do it myself-how about that? Think Wendy could teach me? I'd

chuckled, feeling my face

afraid Wendy might

students. If she

ver

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

low. "Anytime, my

head back to our suite, get dressed, and

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

elegant, just like every part of the hotel. The aroma of delicious

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

to make from the array of options. "I'll have the grilled salmon, please," I said

one of your most expensive wines,"