The Tycoon’s Remorse Pursuing His Unforgettable Bride

Of sex and interruption

Of sex and interruption.

(ARIELLE’S POV) Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

A bile rose in the pit of my stomach after Jared left, making me lose appetite. What notification could have arrived in his phone that made his countenance change in seconds? I wondered.

I turned around and craned my neck in the direction he took, hoping to get a glimpse of him, but I saw nothing. For a moment, I thought of going after him to spy, but thought against it. I would rather wait for him to return and inquire what the notification he received was about. And so I waited.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to go away for that long,” Jared’s voice sounded as he rejoined me. And then he glanced at my food, and up at me. “You stopped eating?”

“You didn’t expect me to keep eating when I saw how upset you looked by the notification you got on your phone, did you?” I asked, displeased.

“It was nothing serious. Come on, let’s resume eating,” he said in a dismissive tone.

“What was the notification about?” I blurted, my eyes trained on him.

Jared looked surprised, like he didn’t expect me to pry. His reaction was justified, because I wasn’t exactly one to be concerned about his private affairs, but I had a bad gut feeling about this one.

“It’s work,” he responded plainly.

“Is it Sofia?” I persisted.

This time, the surprise on Jared’s face was palpable. You can’t blame me, I have grown a sixth sense since Sofia’s arrival. And with everything that has been going on, I wouldn’t be surprised that she had sent Jared some cryptic message, especially after we left her by herself.

Don’t get me wrong, there are several things that could get Jared upset, but work was scarcely one of them. He was always in control, and rarely let news from his workplace sway him, not even when the company was having issues. The only time I had seen Jared react to his phone notification noticeably, was the night Sofia sent him tons of messages. With his reaction a few minutes ago, it was no different from his reaction that night.

“So tell me, was it from her?” I probed further when he gave no response.

Of sex and interuption

“No, it’s not from her. Can we continue eating now?” Jared asked, and there was an edginess to his tone now.

I nodded. “Sure.”

We resumed eating, but a major part of my appetite was lost as my thought dwelled on the message Jared must have received, and its content.

“You’re picking your food, Arielle. Do you need something else? You could place an order for another food if you’ve lost appetite. You’ve never been a fan of Salmon, and it’s understandable if you’ve gotten tired,” Jared broke into my thoughts with his barrage of questions.

“I’m fine,” I said and flashed him a smile.

He nodded, even though he didn’t look convinced, we continued to eat.

“Have you called Sofia? You promised to call her at noon, remember?” I started again, breaking the silence that had descended.

“I called her already,” Jared responded, and I stopped to stare at him. We’ve been together all the time, and I never saw him make a call. Unless of course he made it when we were separated at the spa, but there was a nagging feeling in my gut that that was not the case.

“We’ve been together the whole time. When did you make the call?” I asked, unable to withhold my curiosity.

“When I stepped out a few minutes ago,” Jared responded, confirming my suspicion.

At that point, I lost interest in asking any more questions, as I had already formed a theory in my head. Jared received a message from Sofia. I might not know its content, but it clearly made him upset. He went out to call her, and they probably spoke on whatever reason she texted him.

As much as I wanted to act nonchalant, I was hurt. Having one’s husband lie to their face and keep secrets doesn’t elicit a good feeling from them. But still, I was determined not to ruin our getaway by trying to be nosy. I wanted things to go as planned, and if possible, tell Jared about the pregnancy.

And just like Ashley had predicted, it just might be what I needed to get him off Sofia’s claws.

Jared noticed my solemn mood and tried to start a conversation, and I had no option

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Of sex and interruption.

but to flow. A few minutes later, the tension had ebbed away, and we were back to chatting and flirting with each other.

After the meal at the restaurant, we retired to our suite to rest. On the way, the sexual tension between us had us kissing and attempting to peel our clothes from each other’s body. We managed to make it to the suite, and the moment we got in, Jared attacked me passionately.

He was all over my body, groping, smooching, and caressing. It felt like my body was on fire as I desperately wanted to do away with the fabric on my body. Jared caught the hint, and helped me out my dress. As for my flimsy underwear, he didn’t have the same patience as he ripped it off when it delayed coming off.

And then I was bare before my husband, like the day I was born. The look of raw desire in his eyes made me flush, as I realized he was still turned on by my body, like he used to be.

“Your body is an art, Arielle,” he whispered, and the next minute, I was slung over his shoulders as he carried me to the bed. He gently dropped me on it, like I was some precious china figurine that needed to be handled carefully.

And then he joined me on the bed, straddling me, the bed slightly dipping with his size. He soon parted my thighs, and I tried to close them when he looked down, intently at my womanhood. The gaze was intense, that I felt exposed under his eyes, even though he was my husband.

“You shouldn’t be shy,” he said in a hoarse voice, before burying his face in my in- between. A gasp escaped my lips as Tjerked on the bed, the sensation his hot breath on my pussy caused, too ecstatic to handle.

Jared went on and on, and when I was about to climax, withdrew his face. “Why did you stop?” I whined.

“You can’t cum yet,” he said with a smirk before stepping away to undress. As he stood, regal and majestic in his naked form, gulped. Jared was a handsome man in clothes, but he was ethereal without clothes.

He joined me on the bed again, and parted my thighs, settling himself in a comfortable position. Then I felt the tip of his engorged manhood prod my opening. I gasped, that familiar passion fire igniting inside of me. Jared looked pleased as he kept teasing me by rubbing the tip of his length on my clit, labia minora, and the entrance of my hole.

“Please, please…” I cried, unable to handle the torture.

Of sex and interuption.

“Please, what?” Jared whispered, trailing kisses on my neck.

“Please, stop teasing me and take me,” I begged. I was definitely going to kill him for teasing me this badly, but first, I had to satiate this wild sexual hunger brewing inside.

of me.

“As you wish, Mrs. Smith,” Jared said, and with one smooth move, buried his entire length inside of me.

I gasped at how full I felt. So full, and I loved it. Jared paused to let me adjust to his size before he started moving. First, it was slow and steady, and with time, he picked up tempo. Withdrawing and hitting back in with a speed of light.

I don’t know how, but I found myself screaming and asking for more, damning who heard us. An hour, or hours later, I couldn’t give the correct estimation with my sex fogged head, Jared rolled off me.

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It was a session of raw, and demanding sex, that for a moment, I wondered if we

were animals.

“You were quite loud, Mrs. Smith,” Jared teased, a second after he recuperated from his climax.

I couldn’t utter a word, and my only response was a satisfied smile as I laid languid on the bed.

Jared pecked me on a cheek, “I know you’re exhausted, but let’s go shower –” he was interrupted by the ringing sound of his phone. He gave me a look to excuse himself before getting out of bed.

As I watched him cross over to the table to pick up his phone, naked, something stirred in my thighs. Quickly, I berated myself, reminding my body that we had just finished five rounds of sex, and I was feeling somewhat sore.

But my train of thought was interrupted by Jared’s exclamation. “What?” And his hands shook with the phone in it…