Billionaire’s Ex-wife : Craving You

Chapter 34

RAVEL

(FIVE YEARS AGO)

Approaching them with determined steps, I paid little attention to Raymond’s acknowledgment and effortlessly

lifted my woman, playfully setting her on my shoulder. Her infectious laughter filled the air, and in the spirit of the

moment, I playfully gave her a light tap on the rear-the very rear 1 had possessively told her not to bend.

“Behold, that’s my man she slurred playfully, raising her head and pushing a mass of hair away from her face.

“Isn’t he a bundle of joy? Her intoxicated friends burst into laughter, clearly in on the playful banter. “And let me tell

you, his rear end is quite the sight, and I have the privilege to admire it whenever I please!”

Continuing without hesitation, I led her straight to my car, confident that Raymond would take care of Elenor, who

could be quite a handful when intoxicated. I knew Raymond had a good handle on handling her.

Once inside the car, Steven started the engine just as I secured Hazel’s seatbelt. Despite her tipsy state, Hazel

greeted me with an infectious, wide smile. “Hellooo handsome! You’ve got such a pretty face!”

I couldn’t help but find her adorable at that moment, making it hard to stay upset with her. “Well, your face isn’t

exactly at its most beautiful right now, and your lips may not be so kissable,” I replied with a teasing tone, noticing

the strong scent of alcohol around her. “I did warn you not to bend over, didn’t I?” I added with a mixture of

amusement, knowing that she might not remember our playful conversation later due to her intoxication.

She grinned mischievously, whispering suggestively, “I can bend over for you.” Her attempt at looking alluring by

licking her smudged lips only intensified the sensual atmosphere.

Feeling the arousal creep in, I cursed inwardly, determined not to give in to temptation while she was under the

influence. “Well address this when you’re sober,” I declared firmly, resisting the urge to give in to her playful

advances.

Suddenly, she gagged and covered her mouth with her hand. Concern washed over me as I furrowed my brows.

“Are you okay? Do you need to throw up?” I asked, not wanting her to feel uncomfortable or mess up the car. Her

well-being was my priority in that moment.

She gently shook her head, her delicate features revealing a mixture of amusement and reluctance. “I don’t feel

like throwing up, but I must admit, I have the urge to kiss you,” she confessed with a playful glint in her eyes.

Grinning, I teasingly declined her proposition, realizing that it might not be the most opportune moment for an

affectionate gesture. “Let’s hold off on that for now, I chuckled, hoping to spare us both from any potential

discomfort. I’d rather the doesn’t throw up in my mouth.

In an effort to ease her discomfort, I suggested, “Why don’t you just take it easy until we reach home? That way,

you can rest and feel better in familiar surroundings”

As we finally arrived home, Hazel had already succumbed to deep slumber, accompanied by loud, adorable snores.

Amused by her endearing sleep sounds, I couldn’t resist capturing the moment on my phone through a short video,

solely for playful teasing and future tants.

Upon reaching the parking lot, Steven halted the car and kindly offered to carry Hazel inside. However, I politely

declined his gesture, choosing to handle it myself. I wanted to assert my role and protectiveness over my partner

when I’m around, making it dear that no one else should be touching her.

With great care, I lifted Hazel in my arms and carried her to our bedroom. Tenderly, I took off her heels, carefully

unfastened her dress, and gently removed her accessories. Wanting her to feel comfortable, I fetched a face wipe

and softly wiped off her makeup, making sure to be attentive to every detail.

Finally, I tucked her in under the warm duvet, ensuring she was cozily settled before quietly leaving the room,

allowing her

to rest undisturbed

Chapter 34

Feeling appreciative of the leisurely Sunday morning, I rose from the bed earlier than intended due to Hazel’s state

of being drunk and asleep. As I made my way to the kitchen, I took the decision to give our chef the day off,

planning to personally prepare a comforting hangover soup and a fitting breakfast for her.

Choosing to start with salads and bacon, I retrieved fresh vegetables from the fridge, diligently washing and dicing

them. In the midst of my culinary efforts, I heard the gentle sound of footsteps descending the stairs. Anticipating

Hazel’s awakening, I kept my focus fixed on the doorway until she finally appeared before me.

“Good morning,” I warmly greeted her, offering a gentle morning kiss. Playfully, I inquired about her hangover level,

asking, “From one to ten, how bad is your hangover?”

With a hint of humor, she replied, “Twenty.” I couldn’t help but chuckle at her candid response. As she plopped

herself onto a kitchen stool, resting her elbows on the table with a groan, she lamented the decision to take

numerous shots with Elenor. “I shouldn’t have taken so many shots with Elenor.”

Serving her a comforting plate of hangover soup, I advised, “Remember, when it comes to Elenor and alcohol, it’s

best to proceed with caution. Her high tolerance can be deceiving, leading others to overindulge as well.”

Relishing the soothing spoonfuls of hangover soup, Hazel looked up at me and inquired, “How did I get home?”

Taking a seat across from her with my coffee in hand, I couldn’t help but be surprised by her memory lapse.

“You don’t remember anything from last night?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Leaning forward, I gently placed my cup on the table to emphasize the timing of her return. “Or should I say early

this morning?” I added, hoping to jog her memory.

Hazel’s lips turned into a sheepish smile as she bit them, a hint of worry in her eyes. “Please tell me I didn’t do

something stu pid,” she implored, seeking reassurance.

Unable to resist her charm, I found it difficult to stay angry at her. “You certainly knew how to entertain the

audience,” I teasingly remarked, “You shook your a ss for the audience who were willing to watch.”

Hazel pinched her eyes shut, her cheeks blushing with embarrassment. “I’m sorry for doing that one thing you told

me not to do.”

Despite trying to suppress my grin, I couldn’t help but let it show. “If you genuinely want to earn my forgiveness,” I

proposed, “then you’ll have to accompany me to a family dinner on Friday.”

Surprised, she almost choked on her soup, seeking confirmation, “You want to take me to your family dinner?” Her

astonishment was evident.

My heart felt warm as I replied, “Yes, I want to introduce you to my mother, Because I intend making you my wife.