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

Goodbye, beach house

(ARIELLE'S POV)

Everyone partied hard, and the party went on and on. The music was loud, the dance energetic, and the atmosphere charged. I took turns in dancing with everyone and it was a fun experience.

In between, I had asked for Maverick to be tucked into bed. He might be surrounded by adults, but it didn't make him any less a child. Jared had volunteered to escort him to his room, and Maverick had gladly gone with his Dad.

And hours later, just like everything that has a beginning has an end, the party came to an end in the wee hours of the morning. Exhausted and drained, everyone retired to their cabins. I collapsed on my bed the moment I got into my room, my body numb from all the activities. And the instant I stretched out on the bed, a blissful sleep enveloped me.

I didn't know how long I slept, but I woke up to sunlight streaming in through the little outlets in the window. I sat up, rubbing my eyes and a glance at the clock showed it was noon. I gasped, how did I sleep this long? I felt a little drowsy, but as I swung my legs over the side of the bed, I started to feel better and alert.

Still in that position, there was a gentle knock and the door went open. Maverick stepped in, and his face instantly broke out in delight when he spotted me. He broke out in a run, plopping on the bed beside me. "Hey, Mommy. Finally, you're awake."

He was dressed in a fresh set of clothes, and his hair was combed neatly. I smiled, feeling grateful about how well taken care of he was.

"Hi, baby. Yes, I'm awake. Did you sleep well?' I asked, running my grand through his hair, careful not to ruin it.

He bobbed his head up and down. "Yes, I did. Did you sleep well, Mommy?"

I nodded, smiling. "I did."

And then a smug smile appeared on his lips, the type he had on whenever he was privy to information. I looked at him suspiciously. "What is it? Come on, spill it."

His grin grew wider. "I know the age you turned, Mommy," he said, eyes sparkling with mischief.

disappointment escaped my lips at his words. I had thought it was something important. But

pride. "You turned 30," he declared, his voice filled

guessing, he sounded so sure, like someone told

she said with a sly smile. "While you were having your beauty sleep, your little man wouldn't

into laughter, throwing a pillow at her. "Silly girl, 30 is not old. Actually,

eyebrow, dodging

again, knowing well that she was pulling my legs. She placed the tray on the table close to the bed, and approached me. "How are you?"

can the birthday girl say?" I said the last words,

even though your birthday is past now. You have to get into the bathroom, brush, shower,

me selfish, but it's not

your restaurant and customers, young

got off the bed. "You didn't have to remind me that this whole fantasy life

two days away from work and you've grown a lazy ass,"

tempted to throw a pillow at her again, but none was in

the bathroom, feeling

I was sad that the celebration was over, but at the same time, I was grateful for the amazing experience I had. I took my time having a cool shower, letting the cold water wash over my

the bathroom, so I had all the time and privacy I made sure to double-check that wasn't leaving anything behind or taking anything that wasn't mine. As I

tray on the table where the domestic staff could easily spot it. Afterward, I grabbed my bag and, casting

at the yacht's lounge. They all beamed at me as I

here comes the birthday girl!" Margaux exclaimed,

was going to miss this place, and

go for a getaway, our beach house is open to you," Mrs Harrison said, beaming. "Thank you so much. I sure would

in silence, approached me. I was surprised to still see