Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M
Chapter 453

Chapter 0453

Have you ever been struck stupid by someone's words? Like, they just rendered you completely speechless and stupid at the same time? That's what his words have done to me.

I'm completely stunned by his words, words which send shivers down my spine. I see it in his eyes and hear it in his voice. He was dead serious and he was making a promise. A promise he was determined to fulfill.

What do you even say to something like that? How do you even reply? What can you reply?

This side of him was completely new to me. Give me the arrogant, egoistic, rude and hurtful Gabriel, and I'll know how to deal with him. This side of him though? I was blind when it came to him. I knew nothing about how to handle him or deal with him.

I came to this marriage with a clear focus. I knew what I was getting myself into. I was fucking prepared for it... but now, he had changed the rules and had completely blindsided me.

I was walking on and navigating treacherous waters. It was bound to end in disaster, given I wasn't prepared for any of it.

My mind races as his gaze intensifies. Without warning, his arms shoot out and wrap around my waist, bringing me close to him.

His cologne envelops me, drowning me in a scent that is nothing but masculine. Beneath his cologne is his natural scent. A scent that is all pheromones and calls to my natural body reaction. A reaction that demands my complete submission to the dominant male in front of mе.

I feel his body heat through the soft fabric of his shirt. It calls to me. Pushing my need to the surface as my body demands to be locked down and taken in every possible way. It's been so long, and I crave his touch.

All thoughts flee when his hand squeezes my waist as he pushes us so close together that there isn't any space left between us. My tits are smashed against his chest and even then, I know my nipples are erect.

Gabriel leans down, and I surrender. I'm not thinking about anything except the fact that want him. Need him. Crave him.

"Lunch is here!"

The cheerful loud voice brings me out Gabriel's spell and I jump away from him, my breathing hard and fast.

Damn it. I almost succumbed to him again. How the hell does he always manage to get past my defenses?

"Oh sorry, did I interrupt the beginning of a hot office sex scene?" Christopher says in a playful, mischievous voice.

His eyes move between us and I try everything I can to hide my flaming cheeks. Of all the people to catch us, it had to be Chris? He would never let me live it down.

"Don't worry, you can continue once you have more energy," he wiggles his eyebrows, a big smile plastered on his face.

"Get out the fuck out, Christopher!" Gabriel growls, though I don't know if it's out of anger or frustration. Or maybe both.

"Sure," he singsongs. "I'll give you some privacy. I know you can't wait to have your wife all to yourself.. and don't worry, I'll make sure you aren't disturbed for the next hour or so, Will that be enough or should I give you more time?"

"Get out!"

I hide my face in my hands while trying to block out the sound of Christopher's ringing laughter.

Please kill me now.

"That was so embarrassing."

"Chris has the worst timing"

Gabriel and I say at the same time. I lift my face and just stare at him, unable to believe that that's what bothered him most. Sure, I know Chris isn't a gossip, but to be caught red-handed like that is still mortifying.

"Come, let's eat" his commanding voice penetrates my thoughts.

I hesitate. I was so hungry and the smell of food was making my stomach rumble, but I was also afraid that I would succumb to Gabriel's strong sexual energy. I was hungry for food and sex. The latter, which I haven't had in two years.

"I don't bite, Harper" he teases in a dangerously sexy voice, right before he smirks. "Unless you want me to, that is."

I swear, Gabriel is going to be the death of me.

Slowly, I approach the couch before finally sitting down. Gabriel already had the boxes of food opened, and the food smelled divine.

He hands me mine and I waste no time digging in. The first taste has me moaning in delight.

"You are really making this hard for me, Harper," Gabriel groans beside me.

I was confused. "What did I do?"

"Your moan just went straight to my dick and got me thinking how those pink lips would feel wrapped around my cock."

Was Gabriel trying to choke me?

I cough, trying to dislodge the piece of chicken that had just gone down the wrong tube.

He rubs and gently pounds my back when he realizes that I'm chocking. Tears fill my eyes and my throat burns as my body tries to correct my error.

"Has no one told you never to talk about such things when others are eating?" I ask, when I'm

back to normal.

"It's not my fault' he whines, looking all innocent, but I know it's a façade.

"Really?"

"You're the one that started it by moaning?"

"Because the food is delicious, and plus it wasn't even a conscious action."

"It was a waste of a perfectly good moan. The kind of moan that just came out of your lips is better suited in the bedroom. That's what I want to hear when I'm buried balls deep inside you, not when you're eating, my dick is hard as a fucking rock and I can't even take you."

His voice was full of frustration and a kind of bitterness. I didn't even know whether to laugh or be mad. Instead, I just take a deep breath, shake my head and go back to eating.

As if sensing that I've had enough. That I am at my wits' end. Gabriel shuts his mouth, and we eat in silence.

Once we are done, I pick up the boxes and everything else and dump them in the trashcan. "Thanks for lunch, but I should get back to work." I face him, once I'd cleaned up everything. He nods his head, and I tum, heading for his door. Right before I step out, his voice stops me. "Before you go, you should know I'll be taking you on my business trip," he says in a calm, casual manner.

I turn sharply to face him.

"What?"

"We'll be leaving on Sunday, so I just wanted to let you know beforehand."

I was internally panicking, but keeping a calm and collected look on the outside. I don't argue. Instead, I just nod my head before turning around to leave.

It is just a business trip, and it'll probably only be a few days. We'll be busy, so there is no need to worry. Nothing can go wrong, right?