The Tycoon’s Remorse Pursuing His Unforgettable Bride

Horny and angry.

(ARIELLE’S POV) Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

At the close of work, Jared was already waiting outside the restaurant to drive me

home.

“Your Mr. perfect is here,” Rebecca announced, her head peeking through my office door.

“Go away, Rebecca,” I replied smiling.

“Alright, alright,” Rebecca giggled and left.

I hurriedly parked up as I would rather not keep Jared waiting. Walking outside, I met him leaning on his car, waiting for me.

“And how was work today, Mrs. Smith?” He asked, the moment I got to him.

“Hectic as usual.”

“You wouldn’t stop if I asked you to, right?” He teased, taking my handbag.

“Not in this world,” I responded. My job was my life, and I couldn’t imagine life without my profession.

“Here, let me help you get in,” he said, outstretching his other hand. I took it, and got into the set beside the drivers.

Jared got in beside me, strapping his seat belt in place. I expected him to start the car, but he turned to me instead, a serious expression on his face.

“I know I have not been much of a good husband to you lately, Arielle,” he began.” But you have to understand that it’s because I’m looking out for Sofia. God forbid, something bad happens to her, I won’t be able to forgive myself because she’s in my care. And my family and her family will be disappointed too because they expect me to look out for her just like I have always done in the past. I know I have never said this to you, but Sofia’s mother saved my mother’s life years back. Matter of fact, that marked the beginning of our family’s friendship.”

Every other thing Jared said faded into the background, as I pondered on his revelation. This must explain his deep loyalty and zeal to look out for Sofia. Her mother had saved his mother’s life, and somehow, despite his affection for her, he feels a sense of indebtedness to her family to protect and care for her.

Homy and angry

“Are you there?” Jared said, tapping me.

“Oh yes,” I responded, blinking. I didn’t realize I had zoned out.

“So, with everything I have said, do you think my actions lately are justified?” Jared asked, staring at me keenly.

“To an extent, yes. But don’t you think you might be indulging her a little too much? I mean, I understand you two have a past together, your families are friends, and you feel the need to protect because of her mother’s act of kindness in the past, but I still think you should set boundaries. We’re married, Jared, and you should never have to choose between your wife and a friend.”

Jared sighed and took my hands in his. “I know, Arielle. I know. You see, Sofia is needy, but trust me she was never like this. She’s pregnant, and the pregnancy hormone has been making her act like a spoiled child…”

I wanted to retort that the pregnancy hormone was not to blame. Sofia is a spoiled brat in actual sense, but I held myself. Jared was trying to straighten things, and it would be insensitive of me to escalate them!

“So what do you say, Mrs. Smith? Will you be a little patient and lenient with her henceforth?”

I looked away. Sofia was unpredictable, and I can’t make promises that I might be unable to keep.

Jared noticed my hesitance and leaned in towards me, his warm breath fanning my face. “Come on, Arielle.”

“I can’t promise anything. If she is not on her best behavior, I wouldn’t hesitate to express my displeasure. Someone –” the words caught in my throat, as Jared lowered his head and placed a kiss on my neck.

I froze, jolts of electricity exploding in my body. “Jared,” Leroaked.

“Promise?” He cooed, and traced his tongue on the length of my neck.

“Jared, d… don’t,” I murmured, stifling a moan.

“Promise me, Arielle,” he said, making a circular movement with his tongue, and this time, I could not help the helpless moan that escaped my throat.

“Fine, I promise,” I moaned in surrender, when he left my neck to my throat.

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Horny and angry

“Good girl,” he murmured, before capturing my lips in his. The kiss was.hot, ravenous, aggressive. I lost my sense of reasoning at that moment, as Jared attacked the walls of my mouth. I greedily opened up to him, letting him do justice to my mouth.

OMG! It felt so good. How could I have forgotten how good foreplay, romance, and even sex with Jared was? He was an expert in matters of the bed, and he always left. me satiated after every session of love making.

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Sofia’s arrival had made things tense, that sex hadn’t crossed my mind in a while, and I doubted it crossed Jared’s too..

The kiss progressed, and I moaned loudly when Jared reached for my blouse, and cupped a breast in his large palm.

“Keep it low, you don’t want anyone walking up on us making out in your restaurant parking lot, do you?” Jared chided, even though his pressure on my breast increased.

I giggled into his mouth, my body aching with need as I thrust my chest forward. Just then, the ringing of his phone cut through the air, halting our sexual escapade. Jared froze, and let the phone ring to a stop before attacking my lips again.

Almost immediately, the phone rang again, and Jared groaned, leaning away from me. He took out his phone from his pocket and glanced at the screen, and his face

fell.

“What’s wrong? Who’s calling?” I asked, concerned.

Jared looked at me, hesitated, before responding, “It’s Sofia.”

“Right,” I rolled my eyes, and sat up in the car. I proceeded to straighten my blouse and skirt.

“I’m sorry, Arielle. We…”

“Can we go home, please?” I said, my voice cold and dismissing.

“Sure,” he responded and straightened his shirt.

The remaining part of the drive home graced with silence. I was horny and angry. Of all the times to call, Sofia had to call in the middle of a make out. Making me wonder if she was all out to ruin every alone and intimate moment I had with Jared.

The car soon pulled into the parking lot, and I reached for my seat belt.

Horny and angry.

“Hey,” Jared called, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I froze, his hand on my shoulders making my messed up emotions even worse. My thighs tinged with need, and I had to silently chide myself to stay focused.

“What?” I asked, refusing to face him.

“I’m sorry, Arielle-”

“That has become your mantra, Jared. It is now stale, you should think of something else.”

“I know you’re mad at me, and I’m sorry. You don’t work on weekends, how about we visit a hotel and spend the weekend alone? We could book a spar session, and go driving in the evening.”

Now, that was an enticing offer. Typical Jared, he knew just the best offer to make in every situation. The thought of spending the weekend alone with him, with no Sofia hovering around, got my in–between pooling with moist.

Oh, get a grip on yourself, Arielle!

I hesitated. “I Will think about it,” I said finally

“Thank you

I didn’t wait for Jared to complete his words before unstrapping the seat belt and getting out of the car.