The Billionaire Wants Me Back |18+|

Stuck in my dreams

Walking out of Dalton Enterprises, Dom pulled his phone out to call his best friend and assistant, "you won't believe who I just saw Joe."

"Who?"

"Ivy."

"No way man, she's been missing for years, we thought she must be dead by now."

"Fuck that bullshit, there was a reason we only heard the name of the company but never saw the face of the owner."

"What do you mean?"

"She's the goddamn CEO of the big Dalton Enterprises."

"What?!"

"My hands are literally trembling as I drive back to the hotel."

"Wow, that company is too huge, how can she be behind it all."

"She always had it in her, I knew right from when she was still my secretary, the potential in her was too good." He felt so much pain saying this.

"I shouldn't have let her go..."

"You had no choice," Joe said.

"So now is my chance to redeem myself, I need you to go and get me every single detail you have of her." He ordered.

"What, really man?"

"I didn't get the chance to apologize then, I'll do that now."

"I'm never going to let go of her, not again."

*

He couldn't focus in his hotel room, I just bumped into Ivy. He thought.

"I need to talk to her, but what do I say? I know how much she clearly hates me."

He ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated by now.

After pacing back and forth restlessly for a while, he gave in and went for a drink in the bar.

This was one of the biggest hotel in the city and they had the best restaurant with a huge bar in it.

Sitting at the bar, he noticed a man and woman seated at a table, they seemed to be on a date.

He was infuriated.

"Fuck, everything annoys me, why do they get to go on a fucking date while I can't get over Ivy."

The barman served his drink but that's when the woman caught him by shock.

She turned to look over her shoulder as a waiter brought their order.

"Ivy? Am I hallucinating her now that I've seen her once?"

He realised it was really her.

She was still as beautiful as ever, her boobs were fuller, her ass and curves were more defined.

She was already the most beautiful woman how could she only have gotten prettier.

"She's drunk," he noticed after a while of watching her the whole time.

He paid no attention to her date but it infuriated him so much.

The idea of another man touching her pissed him off so badly.

He couldn't let him be with her at such a vulnerable state, he thought.

He got there and caught her right before she fell to the floor.

"Dom Harding?" John was shocked to see his ex best friend.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Dom was even more furious.

"I should ask you that question after you almost stripped me of everything."

"Yeah, like fucking my wife and getting her pregnant wasn't a good enough reason." Dom scoffed.

"You didn't care about her, it was an arranged marriage for business."

"Neither did you, you bastard...you did it because you wanted to take what was mine."

"Still smart I see," John chuckled.

"Why are you holding my date?" He frowned trying to reach for Ivy still straddled against Dom's chest.

"You know what I'm capable of, stay back," Dom twisted the man's wrist before he could even touch Ivy.

"I'm not going to let you take her. I don't even know if she knows you..."

"Dom is that really you?" Ivy cupped his cheek, pulling him out of his anger.

Dom shot one more glare at John before guiding her out of there.

"Is this another one of my dreams?" She laughed.

"I'll need your home address, Ivy," he said, trying to make her come to her senses.

She only leaned into his body, sending a trail of goosebumps onto his skin.

Even his cock that had been lifeless for months on end twitched in his pants as though it remembered the feeling of her.

He reached into her purse for her phone but it was dead.

"I'll take you back to my hotel." He decided.

He knew she wouldn't agree in her right state of mind but he couldn't let her go like this.

He carried her onto his back and into his hotel room.

Locking the door behind them, when he turned around, she was barely inches from him.

"I hate you, I hate you so much," she groaned.

"I know," he said in a low tone, admiring how much of a goddess she was.

"I hate everything about you!"

"I know..."

"I hate..." She lowered her voice, "I hate that you're still as hot as ever."

That took him by surprise, one brow raising.

"Ivy... What are..."

"Why do you have to be so fucking good looking? I can't even hate you without my pussy begging for your touch!"

"Woah ..." His mouth dropped open, "Ivy, you need to calm down."

She pulled her brows together, "this isn't real, it has to be one of my dreams, that's the only reason why you would show up here..."

She smirked, "it's just a dream, so I can do this-"

"Wait I..." He trailed off as she slipped her gown over her head, her boobs falling free, revealing her hardened nips.

"Ivy!"

He turned around on his heels to avoid looking at her.

She was too drunk to know what she was doing.

"Please put your dress back on, I might not be able to stop myself," he swallowed, thinking about his cock hardening every passing minute.

Her perfectly manicured hands gripped onto his shoulders, turning him to look at her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her naked body against his chest, "since it's just a dream, I can do this..." She said before connecting their lips in a kiss.