My Ex Husband Wants Me Back

Chapter 1

MICHELLE'S POV

I lay beside Warren, feeling so content and happier than I have ever been. Our bodies are wrapped around each other. Cuddling closer into him, I feel a sense of peace that I can hardly describe. His arm is draped over my waist, pulling me close as if he can’t bear to let go of me for even just a second.

The warmth of his breath against my neck sends shivers down my whole body, and I nuzzle deeper into his chest, inhaling his scent. I don’t want to be anywhere else but here, in his arms, where I feel safe and so deeply loved.

I gaze up at him, feeling my heart swell with affection as I take in his features—his strong jawline, his toned muscles, and those piercing blue eyes that can see straight into my soul. I still can’t believe this is real.

How have I, a simple hairstylist from a small town, become engaged to Warren, the Duke of Jameson? A billionaire, a royal, and the most incredible man I’ve ever known. It feels like a dream, one I never want to wake up from.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Warren asks with a smile.

I giggle softly, using my fingers to trace the curves of his muscles.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Warren asks me.

He looks at me with a teasing grin. I shiver as I feel his fingers tracing my spine. His touch alone makes me feel things I can't describe.

I can’t help but smile wider. “I was just thinking about how lucky I am. I still can’t believe that this is my life now… that you’re my life now.”

His grin softens into something more tender, and he leans down to press a kiss to my forehead.

“Well, I’m the one who’s lucky, Michelle. You’ve turned my world upside down in the best possible way.”

I feel my cheeks heat up at his words. Gosh, how did I get so lucky? How did this even happen? My mind drifts back to the day we first met. It was just five months ago, but it feels like a lifetime. He and his bodyguards had come into the salon by accident, looking for directions to a barber shop. I had been the only one free to help him, and from the moment our eyes met, something had clicked between us.

I gave him directions but even after that, he didn't leave. He kept staring at me. I can never forget the way he looked at me, like I was the only thing that mattered, like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

After he found the barbershop, he came back to talk to me. We talked for what felt like hours, and before I knew it, he was asking me out for coffee. I almost said no, convinced that a man like him was way out of my league. But something about the way he looked at me, so genuinely interested, made me say yes.

And now here we are, three days away from our wedding. I can’t imagine a life without him. Warren has become my everything—my confidant, my lover, my best friend. And soon, he will be my husband.

“What’s on your mind?” he asks. His fingers are still tracing patterns on my skin, sending little jolts of electricity through me.

“Just thinking about how crazy it is… how we met, how fast everything’s happened. It’s like one minute I’m cutting hair, and the next, I’m engaged to a Duke.”

Warren chuckles. “It does sound like something out of a fairytale, doesn’t it? But I wouldn’t have it any other way. You’ve made me the happiest man alive, Michelle.”

“And you’ve made me the happiest woman,” I reply. “I love you so much, Warren.”

He looks down at me with so much intensity in his eyes. “I love you too, more than anything.”

His hand slips lower, caressing my hip slowly. “You know, I still can’t get over how incredible your body is. Every time I touch you, I'm discovering something new.”

My chest fills with warmth at his words, and I bite my lip, feeling heat begin to build in my core.

“You’re just saying that,” I tease, even though I know he means every word.

“I’m not, and you know it,” he murmurs. He leans in, kissing the sensitive spot behind my ear. “You’re absolutely stunning, Michelle. I can’t get enough of you.”

I’m aware of everything—how close our bodies are, the heat radiating from his body, the way his hand is slowly exploring me.

I let out a soft moan, arching into his touch. “Warren…”

He groans, pulling me even closer.

“I want you, Michelle,” he whispers against my lips before capturing them in a deep passionate kiss that makes my toes curl.

I kiss him back with everything I have, feeling the world around us fade away until it’s just him and me. My hands roam over his muscular chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath my palm. Gosh, I want him so badly. I always want him, even when I’m exhausted, like now.

He pulls back slightly to look at me. “We’re out of condoms. But I still want more. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you.”

I grin up at him, tangling my hands in his hair. “I’m wet as f**k, Warren, and I don’t give a damn about condoms right now. I just need you.”

His eyes darken even more at my words, and with another groan, he captures my lips in another passionate kiss. I giggle against his mouth, the sound turning into a moan as he rolls us over so that I’m beneath him.

We break the kiss just long enough to catch our breath, and I stare up at him, feeling my heart race faster.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“I love you too, honey,” he replies. “More than you’ll ever know.”

As we move together under the covers, I know that this is where I’m meant to be—right here, in Warren’s arms, loving him with everything I have. I’m the luckiest woman on earth, and I know that no matter what happens in the future, we will always have this. Our love, our passion, our connection—it’s something truly special, something that I will cherish for the rest of my life.

And as we finally drift off to sleep, still wrapped up in each other, I can’t help but smile, knowing that in just three days, I will become Mrs. Jameson.

Just as I’m sinking deeper into the moment, a knock on the door pulls me back to reality. I know who it is before I even open the door. With a groan, I pull away from Warren who's already asleep. I move towards the door and open it. It's Nessa, my step sister and Samantha, my best fried. They enter the room with cheerful smiles.

“Michelle!” Samantha claps her hands excitedly. “Time to party! You can't spend your last nights of freedom here.”

Nessa nods. “Warren had his bachelor party. Now it's your turn.”

“I don’t want a party. I’d rather just stay here with Warren,” I protest, sighing.

Samantha rolls her eyes and yanks the covers off. “No excuses! If Warren had his fun, you deserve yours.”

Nessa crosses her arms. “We’re not taking no for an answer. You will have fun.”

Reluctantly, I lead them to the other room in the suite. The next hour involves the two of them rifling through my closet, tossing aside perfectly good clothes while making exaggerated comments about them.

“Too long,” Samantha says, discarding a dress. “Not revealing enough. Prude.”

Then, both she and Nessa gasp dramatically, holding up a sexy black dress.

“Perfect!” they chorus.

After dressing me, styling my hair, and applying makeup, Samantha grins and holds up a black silk blindfold. “You look amazing. Now, for the final touch.”

“A blindfold? Really?” I raise an eyebrow.

“Absolutely!” Samantha ties it around my eyes. “No more stalling.”

I hesitate, glancing toward the door as if Warren might miraculously return and save me from whatever they have planned. But there’s no escape. With a sigh, I let Samantha tie the blindfold around my eyes.

Slowly, they lead me out of the room. My heart races as I’m guided into what feels like a limo. I can tell judging from the plush seats. Blindfolded and anxious, I tug at the fabric.

“Not yet,” Samantha laughs. “It’s all part of the fun.”

The limo begins to move, and I try to focus on the sound of the road, but the uncertainty of where they’re taking me keeps my mind spinning.

Eventually, the limo comes to a stop, and they help me out of the car, still blindfolded. I can hear the distant sound of music and voices.

“This place is called ‘Dawn Star,’” Samantha says. “You’re going to love it!”

Inside, they press two shots of alcohol into my hands. I drink, feeling the burn, but soon everything begins to spin. My legs wobble, and the blindfold feels tighter, like it’s pulling me into darkness.

“Samantha… I can’t…” I slur, my body weakening. I try to steady myself, but everything tilts. The noise grows distant, and my knees buckle as I slip into unconsciousness.