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.

remind you that you already have a fiancée and will soon be married? You sure she'd be happy to hear you're 'running

to show up here, especially

long, exaggerated sigh, totally ignoring my outburst. "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

hit

recent struggle? I had been working tirelessly to keep things running and afloat,

masked my reaction, crossing my arms over my chest in an attempt to appear nonchalant. I

business," I spat, trying to keep my

smile, and he leaned forward in the chair, the annoyingly comfortable demeanor still palpable. He

his eyes holding mine firmly. "Look Ari, I'm not here 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

the face, or even more,

dare he! My mind raced with all the vile things I wanted to say to him. Who does he think he

lash out, he

to help!" he said crisply, standing up as he fixed me with an infuriating and irritating confident look. "Here's the deal; I'll provide you with exclusive, one-on-one business coaching. Together, we'll boost

bring your business

next level."

Why was he suddenly making such an offer and what does he want in

ensuring that my tone reeked of sarcasm. I didn't believe for

a shivering reaction through my body. "Not quite," he admitted. "I like to see my

I scoffed

you like it or not, my son's mother is a

After we've been divorced for

he nodded, then, like he couldn't help himself,

rolled my eyes.

His words got me

but I supposed it was true. As his son's mother, my reputation indeed did reflect on him, which