Ex-Husband's Regret

He begins walking again and I follow behind him.

"This is Rowan's office" he says after we stop in front of a door.

It had his brother's name on it. I nod my head, not really sure why I needed to know that. Sure, I'm going to work for him, but will I really need to engage with the other higher tops?

"My office is right next to his, but let me give you a quick tour before I let my other P.A show you the rest and guide you on what you'll be doing."

"That's really not necessary... I'm sure you P.A can give me a tour. You must have a lot to do" I tell him in a sickly-sweet voice.

Gabriel is infamous for sleeping with his personal assistants, and he has never really tried to hide that dirty fact.

It bothered me so fucking much when we were married. I hated knowing that he was my husband, yet he couldn't keep his dick in his pants. It's not like I couldn't give him sex if he wanted, but I knew he never would have asked.

Apart from being a manwhore who enjoyed a variety of women, Gabriel liked the fact that it hurt me. He used it as a way of punishing him for getting us married. I just didn't understand his need to punish me. It's not like he was forced to marry me, he is the one that came to me and proposed after speaking to my brother.

His behavior confused me for such a long time. Why ask me to marry him when he knew he wasn't going to be faithful to me?

Since I came back, I've done some research on him,and over the years, nothing has changed. He still banged his secretaries and anything with a vagina. The last thing I want is to meet the woman he had been fucking before the Board forced his hand.

your husband, it's the least I can do" his rich voice pulls me

Gabriel, don't trouble yourself" I insist, trying to get him

an impossible situation. I didn't want to be around him, but I also didn't really want

The man was fucking stubborn. Didn't he have some documents he needed to look at? Or meetings? Didn't he

There weren't many rooms on this floor. The

questions?" he asks after he's done with

my hand in his, which is weird. Weird that he hasn't let it go and even weirder that I

with it. It was very masculine with its grey color scheme. I'm an interior designer and can appreciate that whoever it is, did

a question, I pull myself from admiring his office

you said that I'd be your P.A, what exactly would I be doing?"

be working together, so he can guide you on how I like this" he answers, but I'm stuck

"He?"

me as I stare at him with shock. Walking to

he says into the

door, before it opens to reveal a man I