Too Late for Regret novel Chapter 121

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Chapter 121

Charlie’s POV

The Following Day

I was glad one trial was over, but the worst was yet to come. I told Rodney that her parents had been coming to visit more often. I believed that they were making plans to try to get Tiffany free. They weren’t worried about the legality of anything, so I planted one of my men inside the jail as a guard. I needed to know what Tiffany was planning as she searched for an attorney willing to take her case.

They knew that the case against her was impossible to win. It was all for show as she was trying to figure out how to get free. That was her endgame. She was going to run, but I’m not going to allow her to do that. Ana would be looking over her shoulder for the rest of her life. Tiffany will never let Ana get away with humiliating her like this, despite Tiffany being the actual offender between them.

She would show up one day, years from now, when no one expects her. She could potentially hurt Ana or our children. That’s not going to happen. I’m keeping my ear to the ground; this was the whole reason I hired Rita James. I update her daily with the intel I’ve been getting. She has pictures of both Tiffany and Gretchen. She is prepared to protect Ana. Rita has the green light from me to use deadly force if they are intent on killing Ana. Anything less than a deadly threat, she is just to take them down and hold them for the police to arrive.

I don’t plan on letting them get to Ana. But I also live in the real world. Things happen, and I don’t know what their plan is yet. I just know that she speaks to one specific guard, but no one has been able to get near enough to hear what their speaking about. They both clam up if anyone gets close. We have a file on him, and I had Colby conduct a thorough review of his finances. He just had $100,000 deposited into his account. It was bounced around to try to hide its origin, but he traced it back to Hudson Vaughn. What a surprise. He’s willing to do anything to get his daughter out of this.

Colby also looked into their finances and noted that they just bought a new property. Tiffany sure isn’t going to be suffering, that’s for sure. It is a three–bedroom condo in a high–end resort. She isn’t planning on coming back. I had Colby red–flag their account to notify us if they purchased any plane tickets.

They didn’t have a personal jet, so I told him to also keep an eye on Hudson’s text messages. He might reach out to a friend to use their jet or obtain new identities for Tiffany and Gretchen so they can fly there without being caught. I know it’s illegal to watch them like this,

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but I refuse to stand by wringing my hands. Tiffany has done enough damage to my wife; I won’t stand by and allow her to hurt her again. That will happen over my dead body.

I watched as my wife took pictures for the ad with Emily and Gwen. Three different–sized women, but my eyes stayed on my wife. I had to look away as her lush curves called to me. I have to focus on anything except her. I remember our wedding night, and her standing there in that outfit. She looks edible, and I smiled at having kicked Drew and Mark out of this part of the shoot. I wasn’t going to be looking at their women. They knew I only had eyes for my

wife.

Emily and Drew had gone first, before we arrived. Gwen and Mark were finishing up their photo shoot when we arrived. Mark had to go back to work anyway. Rita was here, in the background. I didn’t see her, but I knew she was here. Even I didn’t always notice her, and that is how I knew I’d picked the right person for the job.

They took a lot of photos, and there was one wardrobe change for the women. They had all been wearing white before, but after the wardrobe change, Emily was now in a bold red one–piece. Gwen was in an emerald green nightgown, with a small see–through robe over it, and my wife was in a little black number that made my throat dry. It was all I could do to stay

in

my chair. I just hoped that she was bringing it home with her. I had some definite plans for her as soon as we got home.

Her corset top laced up in the back and enhanced her cleavage. The swells of her breasts seemed to tease me as if they were about to burst out of their silken prison. The bottom part consisted of a short, ruffled skirt over a thong. The skirt was the third piece of the set, and I was surprised when my wife, who had hidden her body for so long, even took it off for the pictures.

I sat there in awe of her as she followed the photographer’s instructions. She was a natural at this. Even Gwen, who didn’t want to be involved at first, was enjoying herself. They all looked beautiful, but only one of them held my heart in her hands. They brought in a wind machine, which gave brief, flirty shots as the skirt lifted. That tease was killing me. I had to start thinking of anything but what was going on in front of me. I wouldn’t be able to stand, or my erection would be noticed.

I was like a teenager around his first crush; I just couldn’t control it. I’m really looking forward to getting my wife home and taking that outfit off of her. She’s a talented designer and knows exactly what would look best for her body type. I’m only still sitting here because I’m working on my obvious issue. I know that they’re almost finished, and so I really focused on things that would bring it to a close. I was glad when it was our turn.

“You look good enough to eat. I’ll make sure to make good on that when we get home. Be sure to wear this under your clothes, love, when you go to get dressed. I can’t wait to get you

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out of that outfit,” I whispered in her ear.

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I loved how she shuddered at my words. My previous problem was coming back with a vengeance now that I had her in my arms. I was struggling to contain it when she rubbed herself against me, which made it even worse. I loved smelling the fresh floral scent of her body wash.

I loved how her confidence seemed to grow daily. She loved and trusted me, and she was blossoming into the bold woman she had shown me when we first met. The photographer gave us plenty of instructions. We moved together seamlessly as the flashes of light lit up one after the other, as he kept taking pictures of us. I actually enjoyed it more than I thought I would.

They might have to pay her back for the lost revenue, but what about the next quarter? She

gone

far could still have losses. People loved drama. The viral videos condemning Ana had and wide. But the fact that they had lied hadn’t gone very far at all. No one was sharing that they had been found guilty of slander and defamation. It had made the news, but sadly, it would never go as far as their videos had gone. I’m still trying to figure out how we could make it go viral. I have a few ideas, but I want to discuss them with Ana first.

She looked beautiful; they had done her hair up in some kind of messy updo, and all I could think about was kissing her neck. So I did, and the photographer called out, “Love it. Keep going.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I kissed down her neck and across her shoulder. Her arm came around to touch the back of my head and hold me. I wrapped my arms around her waist as I nuzzled her neck. I loved how she tugged my hair as I pressed longer kisses on her neck and nipped at her. I turned her in my arms, and she wrapped both arms around my neck, and tipped her head back for me to kiss her properly. Who am I to deny my wife?

I pressed her into me with one hand and held the back of her neck with my other. Holding her against me as if I thought she would disappear. I could hear the photographer encouraging me to keep going, but I needed to slow this down. There was a pressing matter that was now very painful for me. Before Ana turned back around to face him, I could see that she looked thoroughly kissed. Her eyes were heavy–lidded and full of desire.

We moved from pose to pose, before he called it, announcing that he had more than enough shots to choose from. He then cleared most of the room for the pictures that I had requested. We were paying him separately for the boudoir shoot that I had wanted. I couldn’t wait for us to pick a few pictures to go to print. I wanted her to see herself through my eyes. I wanted her to know I desire her more than anyone else; she’s my whole world.

Ana’s corset had a hidden zipper in the front, so we took pictures with her fully covered before she turned to me to unzip it. I had told the photographer what I wanted. I wanted us

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