The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 117

Chapter 116

Chapter 116: Prove She Was Still Mine

Sean's POV

For two weeks, I hunted for her, tearing through every lead I could scrape together. Old friends, her favorite coffee shop, anywhere she might've left a trace.

Nothing.

Desperate, I even called Christopher, choking on the suspicion that she'd run to him, that they were together now.

The thought burned like acid, but he stonewalled me. "I don't know where she is," he said, flat and final, before cutting the line. I didn't know if he was lying, but it didn't matter-l

was still nowhere.

Then last night Tristan hit me up about some racetrack outing.

"Got a meeting with this woman-stunning, brilliant. She's launching a company, and I might invest. Come check it out." Tristan said excitedly over the phone.

I wasn't in the mood for his conquest stories.

"Not interested in your women, Tris," I said, "but I'll hear the pitch. Need something to

do."

He laughed, carefree as ever, and I figured a day out might dull the edge of my obsession.

I never saw it coming.

We got to the racetrack, the air thick with dust and horse sweat, and Tristan dragged me over to meet his "stunning founder."

There she was-Angela. My Angela.

She wore a fitted jacket and jeans that clung to her like a second skin, her dark hair glinting in the sun. When she turned and saw me, her face went pale, her mouth dropping open in shock.

It was almost satisfying, watching her squirm. Five years of nothing, and now she couldn't

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hide from me.

about her startup- some tech thing I

race and bolted.

to the changing room. She didn't notice me until I slipped in behind her and locked the door with

snap.

was sharp, edged with panic

1. me.

didn't answer, just closed the distance until she was backed against the wall.

jasmine and memories, and it

low and jagged with

warning, no goodbye. Just

flat against my chest, but it was useless-I wasn't

my hand slid up her side, brushing the swell of

myself. I lifted her shirt, my

when I unhooked her bra with a quick twist, her breasts spilled free-full, perfect, the way I'd dreamed of them too

hissed, but her voice wavered, and her body didn't fight

her words did.

thigh nudging between hers, feeling the heat

tell me to stop," I growled, my hand cupping her bare breast, thumb grazing her nipple until it stiffened under my touch. "Not after you

me to rot."

against the wall, a shaky exhale slipping out as

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now, watching her fight

her underwear. She was already wet-slick and hot against my fingers-and it drove me wild, knowing

me

deep and deliberate, feeling her clench around me as her

mine," I rasped, my voice thick with a possessiveness I couldn't rein in. "You

thrust my fingers deeper, curling them, and she bit her

I couldn't wait anymore.

underwear down to her thighs. My

me, and pushed inside her with one hard thrust.

she fit me like

hot against her neck as I started moving, deep and relentless, claiming every inch of

responded despite herself-her back arched, her walls pulsed around me-and it fueled the

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