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

We all get what we deserve.

(Arielle's POV)

After exchanging cheesy lines, we both grew shy, embarrassed by our emotional outburst. Then Ashley, ever the opportunist, brightened up. "I've got the perfect therapy for today's drama-a movie night!" she declared, practically glowing. "I can't Ash. I've got to finish this thing I'm working on," I nodded at my laptop screen.

But she ignored me and reached over and shut the laptop close. "Come on seriously? After such a tiring day? Work can wait! all work and no play they say...," she wriggled her wrist theatrically for me to fill in the blanks.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "...Makes Jack even more broke than he was yesterday."

"You've got it all wrong, silly!" She smacked my shoulder playfully. "Now get up!" she sang, off-key, as she pulled me to my feet.

"Oh, come on, Ash. Do I really have to? I just want to work myself into exhaustion and crash," I whined as she tugged at my arm.

She gasped in mock horror. "Now that has to be the most joyless thing to do for the night. But not on my watch! You'll go pick us a movie in the living room while I go pop some corn and fix a couple other late night snacks," she declared with a playful wink. "You do know eating this late is bad, right? A second on your lips..." I hinted.

"Should earn you a kiss," she answered wrongly with a rebellious smirk on her face.

"We're even then. Don't take too long, or I'm picking the cheesiest Turkish telenovela I can find."

She scowled like I'd cursed her and disappeared into the kitchen. "At least we'd be watching something," she called over her shoulder.

I shook my head, smiling as I headed to the living room. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I noticed a notification-Dwayne had sent me a message, only to unsend it moments later. Whatever it was, I didn't have the energy to care.

Sinking into the sofa, I grabbed the remote and started browsing N*****x. One movie about brothers fighting over a bride caught my attention, but I canceled it as fast as I'd clicked it. Too close to home.

Ashley walked in with a bowl of popcorn and an extra tray holding a bowl of fruit salad and some freshly squeezed orange juice. She looked like a robot with extra arms, only that there were no extra arms. Just the determination of a devoted friend.

"You know, you could've asked for help," I said as she set everything down on the coffee table.

"Nonsense. I'm spoiling you tonight," she waved it off and settled down beside me on the sofa.

"By spoiling you mean an elaborate plan to give us both diabetes, huh?" I teased.

"What do you know... Friendship is sharing. In sickness and in health, my love," she replied with a playful smirk.

We both laughed, and I found myself asking, "Hey, Ash, do you remember the day we met?"

paused, blinking. "How

taking on a nostalgic tone. "You know, before meeting you, I never thought I'd ever

it off. "Well, I wouldn't

fairytale. Her dad had a string of illegitimate kids, and her

that, she cut ties, stopped using their money, and built her own career at a top-class company. Her relationship with her dad was neutral at best, but she remained close to her mom, who lacked

still an intern chef, catering for one of your dad's events," I reminisced. "I was just tagging along with my mentor and stepped outside for air. That's when I saw you-dressed to the nines but crying next to a trash can, smoking. Ashley tilted her head,

table, so I flipped the whole damn thing. Guess who kicked me out? My bloody

shaking her head. "Yeah, and you said, 'Honestly, I think you'd make a bigger impact storming in looking all ragged and creepy.' The look I

"Priceless," I finished, grinning.

I knew you were impossible and super interesting," she said with a fond

try my wild kitchen experiments,

gives you the best people when you least expect it. We'll all get

*********

binge-watching two full seasons of a show the night

rushed around the house, the early morning sunlight finding its way into the house through the window blinds seemed to taunt us, highlighting the chaos

expertly juggled

packing Maverick's lunch, feeding the dogs. and getting myself ready for

on the

dressed and

on, sweetie, we're going to be late!' Ashley called out, when

to get to the table first .He had his usual wide grin, as he plopped

the smile, ruffling his hair fondly before sliding a bowl of steaming hot oatmeal in front of

you good?" Ashley

with a dramatic eye roll, handing Maverick a spoon. "Remind me to never agree to another

She feigned an

you trying to put the

well garnished noodles in front of her, while I

can stomach the accusation," she said, flashing

"Silly girl."

down breakfast and a flurry of last-minute checks, we were miraculously ready to leave on time. Maverick's backpack was on, lunchbox stowed, and my nerves

stepped out onto the

Big Joe standing at the foot of the stairs. His usual stoic bodyguard

almost... apologetic expression?