Married To My Ex, Now Billionaire Boss

Can’t Control Ourselves

AISHA

“I-I KNOW…” My voice cracked. “Ricky was the one who broke up with me. How could he start a rumor that’s the opposite of the truth?!”

Slowly, I let go of my phone and sat on a chair, looking at the wall from me.

A few minutes passed by and I felt a robe wrapped around my body. It was so soft. That was when I realized I was starting to shiver from the cold. Spencer was already wearing one.

Outside, it had completely turned dark with only the lights coming from the villa on that mountain that lit up the surroundings.

“Don’t think about them,” Spencer muttered in his deep voice, gentle and concerned about me. “You don’t owe them an explanation. You know the truth. That’s what matters.”

“But what about—”

I paused… as much as I wanna clarify and defend myself, I couldn’t do it while I was away.

“Your dumb ass ex-boyfriend may feel superior as he gets the upper hand. He was there to spread the lies himself. But stand your ground, Aisha. You did not cheat. He f*****g left you at the airport in a f*****g foreign country. All by yourself. I wanna punch that lowly of a man to the ground until he admits what he has done.”

Somehow, hearing Spencer’s words brought ease to my worried mind.

“Deal with it when you’re back home. For now, enjoy your stay. This is your dream vacation, remember?”

I slowly nodded…

I inhaled a deep breath and smiled.

Spencer was right.

“I brought food on the way back here at the villa. Come join me for dinner.”

Wrapped in a robe, I walked barefoot toward the kitchen. It was quite huge for this villa. Surely the guests wouldn’t be looking for more amenities because everything seemed to be right here already.

Spencer started laying out the pack of food that he had brought from a restaurant nearby. This man is still thoughtful. Like before. Aside from his physique and aura, which has turned mature. I can still pretty much see the old him in his actions and smile.

His words are buried inside my mind like it was pasted right there inside for the right purpose. And he sure did help me not overthink what might happen next.

Yeah, I’m right here. In Santorini, Greece. I am living the exact day I had only prayed for years ago.

Warm emotions slowly filled my heart and I smiled at myself. I didn't have to deal with other things immediately. I should enjoy my time here in this place.

The dinner was pasta and some chicken wings. There were supplies in the refrigerator and I grabbed two bottles of beer and gave one to Spencer.

“This one’s a delicious dinner for sure,” I mumbled as I grabbed one piece of wing and took it into my mouth. It was the best-tasting chicken I’ve had for a while.

As we sat across each other at the decent-sized dining table, I couldn’t help but notice Spencer stealing glances at me.

“W-what?” I asked with a confused look. “Is there something wrong with my face?”

“Oh, nope. Nothing.”

“You were clearly looking at me with serious eyes.”

He laughed a little. I did the same thing. Only that I did not falter from staring back at Spencer when his eyes landed on mine once again.

“You’re adorable.”

“I’m unfortunate if you think I am.”

“But why?”

“Because if you’re telling me the truth my head won’t be able to comprehend that. And I would end up asking why do I look adorable in your eyes?”

“Well…”

“Don’t say things you don’t mean. Because words said to me would last for a long time, ringing in my head. Like some sort of reminder or call for action. And I regret to inform you, Spencer, that despite being captured by your charms years ago… things have obviously changed.”

I saw the glimmer in his eyes. The admiration on his face turned into amusement. And he made sure he did not attempt to hide its signs.

“We shared a past. It was something one couldn’t forget.”

“But certainly, one could just throw it away and act like it had no impact at all.”

I inhaled a sharp breath and got up from the table. I grabbed the dirty dishes and put them in the dishwasher. God, this villa is THE DREAM. It has everything.

“Aisha.”

“What?” I asked Spencer as I kept cleaning the table. He had finished eating and was trying too hard to capture my attention.

He tried looking into my eyes as he called my name. But I wish it was that easy to talk to someone about who has wronged you. Especially if there were impending tears in your eyes, and you didn’t know how to handle your emotions when triggered.

It honestly helped to talk me out of the fact that Spencer did something in the past, and it didn’t matter why. But I still won’t get an answer.

But yeah, he promised me he would give me what I was looking for as long as I gave him a chance. And this is it. Ironically, I don’t know if I could handle it after hearing the truth coming straight from him.

As I was leaving the dining area and heading to my room, Spencer stopped me by gently grabbing my wrist. Then he softly caressed my cheeks. Holding my face in between his hands. Then he looked at me carefully, eyes wistful and gentle with each word that he said.

“Aisha, you deserve to know the truth about why I disappeared without any traces. But let me start by apologizing. I am deeply sorry for leaving you behind. That made you think it was your fault, or there was something in you that made people think. No, that is not the truth. I made the choice. I loved you. But at that time, all I wanted was to do something right for my family.”

Spencer held my hand this time as he kept talking.

“The reason I had to disappear was because I was called by my parents abroad. I was confused whether to do it or not, and only decided at the last minute. I couldn’t call you. I had lost contact with everyone in the country. I couldn’t search for your name on sss. Did you block me after a week of flying abroad? Maybe. I was busy adjusting to a whole new different life in Chicago. I only saw some updates from our mutual friends after a year. Seeing you make it to your dream college, I don’t wanna intrude on your life after leaving abruptly, so I decided not to reach out even online.”

“So… you did not leave because of that last argument we had?” I mumbled, my lips shaking as I asked that question.

“No, I didn’t.”

I nodded. Somehow, I felt like a heavy thing was lifted out of my chest. For years, I thought of Spencer and wondered what I had done wrong. Why did he have no contact with me after the entire school had known about the whirlwind romance we had one summer in high school?

“You know people at our high school talked about how bad my attitude must be that you ended up leaving without any words. That was how desperate someone could be just to get away from my life,” I started saying with a restrained voice, not wanting to burst into tears. For once, I don’t wanna handle things with hysteria. Not anymore.

Spencer's eyes softened even more. I saw his gaze travel from my eyes, then to my nose, then to my eyes once again before he could stare at my lips.

I kept talking. “I loathed myself for a while. Then years later I just kept asking… What's wrong with me? Then, after a few years, I stopped rationalizing. I just knew. There are many things wrong with me.”

“Aisha. Nothing is wrong with you. You can’t blame yourself for someone’s decisions.”

“But I already did, Spencer.”

“Aisha, it’s all in the past now.”

I nodded. “Right.”

A moment of silence enveloped us.

Only our breathing was heard within the walls of this place. I don’t know but each attempt to say something was getting drowned by the way Spencer’s eyes bore on me. My heart started pounding erratically, and my mouth just went dry.

When he touched my shoulders, I ended up closing my eyes.

Spencer’s gentle touch traveled from my collarbones down to the side of my neck. I tilted my head.

“Let’s have a truce and forget the past.”

With my eyes still closed, I inhaled a sharp breath. His soft lips laid soft kisses on my temple. Whether this whole situation had just turned me on… I don’t know.

But the next thing that happened was my thighs were already wrapped around his waist and he had locked me in between his arms as he pulled me to the wall, kissing me fervently.

“f**k, Aisha. You are driving me crazy.”

Our lips grazed on each other, nibbling and biting. We were both panting as the kiss turned deep with passion. Our hands roamed against each other’s bodies. We were desperate for more… almost begging.

“Let’s hook up just until the end of this trip,” I mumbled.