Ex-Husband's Regret

Minutes later, we are outside our suite and a sense of anticipation suddenly grips me. Gabriel unlocks the door and pushes it open.

The foyer welcomes us with polished marble floors that gleams under the soft light of an exquisite chandelier, casting intricate patterns on the walls.

An expansive living area unfolds, adorned with plush furnishings and floor-to-ceiling windows that framea breathtaking cityscape, shimmering like a sea of stars.

A state-of-the-art entertainment system promised cozy evenings, while the gourmet kitchen beckoned with gleaming stainless-steel appliances and a spacious island perfect for culinary adventures. A stylish dining area exuded warmth, setting the stage for intimate gatherings.

“I take it that you like it?” Gabriel asks in a teasing tone. 

Tjustnod my head. Like I said, we were rich, and we used to stay at good hotels, but this is on another level.

This is luxury at its best.

My eyes continue drinking the room, but then I freeze in my tracks when realization hits me.

“Gabriel, where is my room? I can only see one bedroom” I stutter, my eyes shifting nervously from the bedroom to my husband.

“Hmm, I guess we will be sharing,” he says with a shrug like it’s nothing. + didn’t think to tell Christopher to book different rooms.” Blood drains from my face. Share a bedroom with Gabriel? That is a recipe for disaster.

“Not going to happen,” I unfreeze and start pacing. “Call downstairs and ask them to give us a suite with two bedrooms or get me my own room.

Why would Chris book this suite?”

“We are married, Harper? Why would he think of booking a two-bedroom suite? Besides, it’s not a big deal. The bed is big enough to sleep five people.

You'll have enough space.” ~ I continue shaking my head, refusing to hear him out. He is right though. We are married. Of course, everyone else would expect us to share a room and a bed. Chris included.

“Just call them!” I demand.

Gabriel probably thought I was being unreasonable. He probably thought it wasn’t a big deal, and it wasn’t. The problem, though, is that I’m afraid.

Afraid that sleeping with him on the same bed, having him so close for the next few days will completely shatter my self-control, making me give in to my desire to have him.

“You are being unreasonable, Harper,” his voice had an edge of frustration in it.

I know I was, but I couldn’t risk sharing a bed with him.

“Just call them!” Releasing a breath, he walks to the console table, picks up the phone and calls downstairs.

“What did they say?” I ask once he’s done talking and he hangs up.

“There are no available rooms. They're fully booked,” he mutters, before dismissing the entire conversation about rooms. “Now, are you going to shower first, or should I?” Once again, Gabriel acted like he wasn’t bothered, while I was dyingon the inside. How could he not see that this is a terrible idea? That sleeping in the same bed is a disaster waiting to happen.

I want to argue. To force issues... but looking at Gabriel with his wide stance and arms crossed along his chest, I know he wouldn’t budge. He was already done and finished with the matter.

“Fine, I'll shower first,” I give in, throwing my hands in the air.

Our luggage had arrived while he was on call. I grab my suitcase and drag it inside the bedroom.

Ignoring the king-sized bed, I open my suitcase, get all I need before entering the ensuite bathroom that resembles a spa, complete with a soaking tub.

The entire shower, I can't help but think of what these coming days would bring. I knew it would spell trouble the moment Gabriel told me about the trip.

I should have fought harder, but I didn’t and that’s on me.

Each and every day, it was getting harder and harder to resist him.

Especially when he was not pulling back any punches when it came to pursuing me. He stole touches every time he could and those small touches lit my body up like a motherfucking beacon.

I want him, that’s no secret, but should I allow myself to have him? 

Pushing those thoughts away, given that I had no answer to them, I finish my shower. After doing my skin care routine, putting on some lotion, I put on my nightgown and get out.