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 could I

the memory wash over me, taking on a nostalgic tone. "You know, before meeting you, I never thought I'd ever have any connection to the upper

her head, brushing it off. "Well,

from a wealthy family, but her life wasn't a fairytale. Her dad had a string of illegitimate

college, but after 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

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

me out? My bloody dad. One day, I'm gonna

'Honestly, I think you'd make a bigger impact storming in looking all ragged and creepy.' The look

"Priceless," I finished, grinning.

and

back. Was it amazing how far we'd come? After that day, she'd skip class to try my wild kitchen experiments, and I'd save her food whenever she got kicked out of her dad's

voice softening. "Life's just incredible, Ari. It gives you the best people when you least expect it. We'll

*********

and I had overslept after binge-watching two

rushed around the house, the early morning sunlight finding its way into the house through the window

juggled between the

feeding the dogs. and getting

on the other hand,

Maverick dressed and ready

be late!' Ashley called out, when she was

to get to the table first .He had his usual wide grin, as he plopped on his chair in the dinning. "Good

Sonshine," I returned the smile, ruffling his hair fondly before sliding a bowl of steaming hot oatmeal in

Ashley

dramatic eye roll, handing Maverick a spoon. "Remind me to

She feigned an

trying to put

of well garnished noodles in front of her, while

of noodles like this, I can stomach

"Silly girl."

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 slightly less frazzled. "Alright, let's hit the road!" Ashley exclaimed, as she opened the

stepped out onto

did a little flip when I saw Big Joe standing at the foot

almost... apologetic expression?