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

The Devil's bargain.

(ARIELLE'S

POV)

After a complicated, chaotic day, I finally managed to get some barely decent sleep and was ready to start the new day with a solid dose of confidence. No more chaos. No more emotional turmoil!

At least, that was the plan...

Until...

"Explain. This." That was the first sentence out of my mouth this morning, my teeth practically grinding as I stared at the scene in front of me. There, on my desk, was a bunch of lavender.

And sitting in my chair, my ex-husband.

After our encounter yesterday, I had assumed that that would be the last I'd see of him until Maverick's Open house party in two weeks! "What the hell are you doing in my office?"

No wonder Rebecca had given me that smug smile on my way in earlier, and now I understood why!

Jared glanced up from the business reports he was casually flipping through, looking annoyingly cool and too handsome for his own good.

"You're late," he said simply, like he belonged there, behind my desk.

I took a deep breath, trying, and failing, to rein in my temper. "Hello?"

"Oh, wow, don't be so harsh, Arielle..."

I felt heat rise to my cheeks as I struggled to keep my temper in check.

be married? You sure she'd be happy to hear you're 'running into' another woman on

to show up here, especially with his engagement to Tiana

"Come on, Ari, don't flatter yourself," he said, setting the report down like it was no big deal. Then, he leaned back in my chair, his gaze locking onto mine, and I swear I felt a shiver run down my spine. "The restaurant hasn't been performing too well lately, has it?" He asked, using his eyes to dare me to

words hit a sensitive

keep things running and afloat, but it seemed

that to Jared of all people. So I quickly masked my reaction, crossing my arms over my chest in an attempt to appear

spat, trying to keep my emotions in

chair, the annoyingly comfortable

to meddle in your life of course, especially after what happened yesterday. Please, I just don't want to show up to the Open house in two weeks and have your reputation embarrass our son in front

stung like a slap to the face, or even more, making

to say to him. Who does he think he is, coming into my office to criticize my

he raised his hand

infuriating and irritating confident look.

and bring your business

next level."

Why was he suddenly making such an offer and

Out of the kindness of your heart, or...?" I asked, ensuring that my tone reeked

his low, husky sounds that sent a shivering reaction through my body. "Not quite," he admitted. "I like to see my investments

scoffed

it or not,

been divorced for

before he nodded, then, like he couldn't help himself, he added, "Could you stop reminding me of that

rolled my eyes.

His words got

As his son's mother, my reputation indeed did reflect on him, which means that will also affect Maverick's