Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

A fight to satisfaction

(JARED'S POV.)

I stood with one foot perched on the first of the short flight of steps leading up to Arielle's front porch. It felt like the door had hit me right in the face. And the blood vessels on my skin seemed very willing to visibly portray my embarrassment. And it had to be his fault. Dwayne.

I had just known about him a few hours ago, and he was already being a thorn in my flesh.

I turned around hotly on my heels and marched towards him.

"Now you see what you've done? All you had to do was get away from us, disappear from our lives, but no, you're so jealous you won't grow a brain!" I yelled in fury.

But he didn't answer. As soon as Arielle was out of sight, he fell silent, expressionless. The black suit he wore seemed to blend into the night, as though he was part of the shadows. The cold, intimidating presence I had felt at the dinner table returned, suffocating the air between us.

What the hell is wrong with this man? Was he acting all this long drive? For what? To make Arielle happy? I felt my anger boiling like I was being teased as a fool.

"Speak up, damn it!" I hissed, my voice sharp with fury. "Who the hell are you? How did you get into my family? What do you know about us?"

His reply was cold, too composed for my liking. "Don't put this on me, Jared. She's pissed because of you. You treated her wrong, made mistakes that cannot be forgiven. Don't act like you own her. She's not anyone's property. And if you ask me, the only thing she deserves is better than what you gave her."

I saw red. My blood was boiling, and I was about ready to punch something, preferably his smug face. He wasn't answering a single one of my questions!

"Don't you dare talk about her like that!" I spat. "She's the mother of my son. It's you who needs to stay the hell away."

He gave me a look that was a strange mix of amusement and irritation, as though I were a child throwing a tantrum. "Look, baby brother-"

"We're not brothers! I don't bloody know you from anywhere," I cut him short.

He let out a sharp laugh. "You think I want to be your brother? Become a Smith? Hell no. Here's how this is going to play out. You go back to your mother, and I'll head back to my hotel. My business is with Nana Jean and Arielle, not you."

"If you say her name one more time..." I said through gritted teeth.

Dwayne smiled, lips curling into a mocking grin. "What, are you jealous I know her better than you? Does it make you feel small, knowing your ex-wife is closer to me than you?"

I could hear the taunt in his voice and it worsened my already pent up anger.

"Look. I just need you out of our lives. What would that cost?" I asked.

only widened. "How about this," he said, a devil-may-care gleam in his eye. "Let's go have a drink.

narrowed my eyes at him and gritted my teeth in contemplation

raised an eyebrow and turned to

onto the street. I let out a defeated sigh and set

the ease of someone who'd been here a hundred times before,

slid onto a high stool beside Dwayne at the counter, watching him signal the bartender as if he owned the place. My gaze flickered suspiciously

professionally at us. "What would you be drinking

Dwayne answered

I answered. I had to keep myself as sober as possible to have a reasonable conversation with the

then," Dwayne

like me. There was no heat in his voice, no rawness in his eyes. He was cool, collected-too damn calm for my liking.

had not meant for the

me out of your lives," he said,

my head to the side, keeping my face as firm as possible so he got the hint that I was

and whipped his head backwards to pour the drink into his mouth. "What use is that going to be to you? More please," he

offhandedly, before catching himself. He looked from Dwayne to me, his face awash with

intuition was

how long. I want to know why!" I demanded, pounding my fist on the counter. I got a couple of irritated grunts and snide remarks in response

He shot the bartender a look that made the man scurry off, his face pale with fear. Then,

my

gonna give them to me," I stated firmly, doing nothing to take down the hostility in my

It's the very reason why you lost her to begin with. You talk more than you think and a man who does that would always

huh? You pay people to spy on others. How exactly does that make you any better than myself? The hell how do I know you didn't have

allegations, Jared. And don't make the mistake of comparing yourself with me. We're two very different men. What I do, I do because I must and because I truly care. You're just a foolish prick who

you who the man is sucker!" I roared

suddenness of my attack seemed to catch him unawares and sent him hurtling backwards in his seat. He was a large man so

and I found myself on the ground instead. Of

likely gossip from the crowd of onlookers inside the bar. Everyone sized us both up and I could see the way they looked at

spontaneously mixed with ich

I struggled out from underneath

be wise to give up this fight before you make a fool of yourself," he

spat and charged for him with the

easily disarmed me of the