Pampered by my Billionaire CEO Husband

"Blake is an asshole," Serena cussed, uncharacteristically. "I’m glad you kicked him in his nuts," she remarked and I couldn’t hold back the laughter that emerged from my throat. "He definitely is, isn’t he?"

We were sitting side by side at the nail salon because she insisted I had to get my nails done for my upcoming photoshoot and that she would pay for me as a congratulatory gift. I was invited by one of the most prestigious art houses in town to put my artworks on display and give some sort of an opening speech during the ceremony. A few years ago, I was just painting for fun in my own tiny apartment, I never knew I could come this far.

"Did Blake or Stella ever try to contact you again?" She asked, her voice laced with a hint of concern. "I wonder what happened to them..."

I could care less about what happened to Blake and Stella. Though, the reporters had a field day after learning that the couple had seemingly separated.

Ever since our not so glamorous encounter that day at the office lobby, I haven’t heard from him since. And to be honest, I was glad. I didn’t want to hear another word about my ex-husband or that pick-me bitch ever again, I had enough run-ins with them over the years.

Xavier was evidently upset when I told him about what happened at the office lobby with Blake that day, upset that I didn’t tell him sooner. I could still clearly picture the look on his face, looking as though he wanted to kill Blake for causing a scene and laying his hands on me. It only took him like a week to calm down as he used all his self-control to not obliterate Blake.

But right now, I didn’t care about any of that.

Sitting across me was Xavier, looking at me with warmth that filled his dark brown eyes and a gentle smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He donned on a full black button down and long black pants, his thick dark hair tousled perfectly. My eyes travelled down to his exposed forearm as he had the long sleeves rolled up to rest right above his elbows – That was my absolute weakness.

He had booked out the rooftop at one of our favourite restaurants, as one does when they own a billion dollar company. This very restaurant also coincidentally happened to be the same restaurant where he took me to for our ’first date’. Just like the last time, the moonlight was shining down on us and illuminating our faces. The vast sky was decorated with twinkling stars and a crescent moon that hung high up there, creating a picturesque scene, straight out of a romance movie or novel.

"Aurelia..." My name left his lips. His usual rough and deep voice was now in a soft and gentle tone, breaking me out of my little reverie.

I snapped my head back around to look at him instead of admiring the sky. We locked eyes and I could see the thousands of emotions that flashed past his face. I arched my eyebrow at him. "Yeah?"