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

Cornered

(ARIELLE'S POV)

The bathroom door creaked open, and out stepped Dwayne. His hair was damp from a shower, droplets sliding down his broad, muscled chest. For a split second, we both just stared at each other, equally startled.

"Arielle?" His deep voice broke the silence, his brows knitting together in concern.

My mind foggy, I blinked repeatedly to ensure it was indeed him not my hallucination.

"What are you doing in my room?" I asked, trying to sound strong. I looked around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings. The bed, the dresser, and everything in it-everything looked like it belonged to me, but something felt off. "This is my room." His frown deepened as he stepped further in. "I've been staying here since we boarded the ship."

I shook my head, a feeling of panic enveloping me. "No, no, this is my room," I insisted. "I remember vividly. I was just... just in the..." I paused and tried to recall my earlier actions, but my memories were hazy.

Frustration welled up inside me. "You get the wrong one," I said, louder now, my fingers curling into fists. "I'm sure of it. This is my room." I looked around again, trying to find some piece of evidence to back up my claim. But everything seemed in its place.

Then, my eyes locked on something-a small key card on the bedside table, Dwayne's name printed on it. My heart skipped a beat, and my breath caught in my throat as I realized the truth.

"Sofia," I muttered as both a wave of discovery and anger hit me simultaneously. "She must have switched our room numbers."

Dwayne's eyes narrowed as he quickly processed the situation. Then, as the truth settled in, they darkened with disgust. "What's in her damn head?" He shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're shaking. What's wrong?"

I didn't respond but tried to brush it off, but it seemed my body had other plans. I felt my head spinning as I still tried to process what was Sofia's whole plan. And then, suddenly, another wave of intense heat hit me. My skin prickled, hot and sensitive, as though every nerve had been set alight.

"She... she did something," I managed to gasp. My head was spinning, the room blurring around me. "Sofia. The drink..."

My body started to feel like it had been set on fire, and I stumbled in my frantic attempt to get relief.

But Dwayne was swift, and he quickly caught me. His face darkened, and he swore under his breath. Stepping closer, he reached out but hesitated, his hand hovering near my arm. "Arielle, look at me!" He held me upright, his arms draping around me.

I tried to speak, but my words were slurred and raspy. I tried to stay sober, but the burning was overwhelming.

The heat is driving me crazy, and Dwayne's mesmerizing emerald eyes make him like Adam in the Garden of Eden, no, the poisonous snake that tempted others to eat the apple.

My hands moved to my blouse, clawing at the fabric as if peeling it away would cool the fire beneath my skin.

"Shit," Dwayne's hand shot out, gripping my wrists firmly. "No." His voice was low, steady, and laced with something I couldn't quite name. "Don't do that."

Tears welled in my eyes, and

he said, his voice dropping an octave, rough and intimate. "You don't understand what you're asking of me. If I do anything right now, we'll both regret it. Stay with

what he said at all. The fire inside me was relentless.

hit the ground. He swore again, then scooped me up effortlessly, his arms

sharp scent of his aftershave mingled with the steamy air, and I felt my pulse quicken coursing through me. He

slap when he helped me lower myself in, his strong hands steadying me. My body jerked in protest, my skin pebbling from the cold, but it was exactly what I needed. Gradually, the fire began to subside, little by

his hands never leaving me as I leaned against the cool porcelain. His shirt was damp from the

His breathing wasn't steady.

my energy drained, but at least the unbearable heat was gone. I looked up at Dwayne, who was crouched beside the tub, his face etched with worry and... something else. Something that made my stomach flip. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but it only made the weight of what had just happened press down harder. It felt humiliating, and I resented myself for losing control like that. The memories of how I'd

face, his fingers brushing softly over my skin to

his voice softer now,

whispered, my voice

outside the room

are you in there? Can you hear me?" a woman's

the door, and I followed his gaze. My heart immediately sank when I realized who the voice belonged

you came just

are you absolutely sure this is the room? There are a lot of guests aboard the yacht, and if

with conviction. "I lost my diamond watch earlier this evening, and I saw this man behaving suspiciously near the lounge. I have every reason to believe he took it and stashed it in here." The hell?

"She's trying to

she suddenly target

of theft, but we must proceed

a delicate matter,

let it go unaddressed,"

sure he won't mind clearing up this

I froze, exchanging alarmed

got to work, as I tried to

so that I would walk into Dwayne's room while I was delirious due to the drug effect. It was easy to imagine what would happen next, and there was no way she would miss the show. That's why she insisted

was already in full effect, so she'd walk in the perfect time and catch us tangled together on the bed,

tight, but he gave nothing away. I could feel my hands tremble as anger twisted in

harm others? With so many people around, how could she stoop this low, risking not just my reputation but Dwayne's too? Was she really that desperate to ruin me? To what end? Outside, Sofia's patience was wearing thin. "If he has nothing to hide, he won't mind letting us in,"

cursed in mockery. "She's planning something

could even respond, another voice cut through the

hell are you