CHOKEHOLD; Trapped By My Ex

ALINA’S POV “What did you say?" “Repeat that, repeat it Al.” He breathed down on me, the pounding now incessant. Hot, throbbing and so damn good that I could only spread my legs further apart, moaning. “Roman. Roman please… pl-” “Say it,” he grunted, “Say it to my face. I want to hear it.” “I-I- “You can’t now? Can't say you hate me with my cock filling you up, huh?” His voice grazed my ears, low. “You like this?” “Oh God…” I rasped, gripping the counter. My fingers slipping. “Roman…” He angled deep, lifting my ass off the counter. My whipping center opened to him, to us, both our eyes as the thickness of his rod drove deeper inside of me. Over and over, every stroke more maddening than the last. Like a punishment, and I loved every second. “Ohhh” “Oh God!” I whimpered, gripping his hand on my waist. My voice echoed but I didn't care. Couldn't care, not with what he was doing to me. “More. Please more, oh God More!” He responded. Giving me exactly what I begged for; our ski

ROMAN’S POV Alina Monroe. How could I forget? Could never, even if I wanted to. The name still tasted like venom, just like the personality that bore it. There was nothing I wished more than seeing her damned with the same fate she'd dealt others: anguish, pains, ruin. The kind she let everyone else endure. The kind she let me endure. “You still don't get it, do you, Alina?” I sneered, leaning forward on the table. “I am the reason you're here, the reason you got up on that podium. This is my project. My podium. My rules. You can't do what I asked? I'll just cross your name off the chart, and that'll be the end of this.” I was in charge here. She’d better know it. This wasn’t like before. This was nothing like before, I had power now. The connections, and I’ll be damned if I let her pull those same sweet, manipulative tricks here. Coming in, flashing those smiles of hers, eyes twinkling, pretending to be confused. Acting all innocent. I knew better. It was bad enough she

ALINA’S POV “Oxygen wants Alina Monroe on the project. And only Alina.” The words echoed in my ears. Loud and clear. Crystal fucking clear! And with it came my panic. “No,” “Drop every crazy idea that doesn’t align with this contract, Monroe. We’ve got a new order, and lots to do. YOU have work to do.” I stared at him, not a trace of unseriousness to be found in his features. Meaning this was not a joke? “Sir,” I started, stepping closer. “Sir I can’t- “First up is the signing!” he cut me off, “Which I’m doing right now. After that, we check with their team to ensure no issues, and by Monday, you resume work at Oxygen. Good talk! Out.” What? No, no, no. “No. I can't do it, Sir.” I said strongly now, pulse racing with panic. “Appoint someone else, Nicole, Cleo, anyone. I’m not up for this anymore.” He stared up from his laptop, smile diminishing. “You’re hell bent on spoiling this good mood, aren’t you? What’s your excuse? Yesterday you fought for this project when I explicit

ALINA’S POVIt was weird heading back home from work around 10; 15am, knowing I had to be back to the same work by 6pm, to officially begin the work that I had gone for earlier in the day. Weird.But as weird as that may seem, nothing could beat the absolute tug of war that was finding an outfit for the night. I mean, I couldn’t show up there in my pencil skirts and chiffon shirts that I would regularly wear to Boldlines. I didn’t even know how they dressed over at Oxygen, didn’t ask that. But then again, with the tour earlier… you pretty much get the picture.Still, “You’re not some hooker or Siren, Alina. You’re a consultant, a creative consultant. You should look like one!” that was what I told myself. The little ‘motivating get it together’ speech in front of the mirror. But guess what? Nearly 9 hours later, all that confidence came completely watered down by the oppressive onslaught of naked asses all around me!“Well, aren’t you overdressed.” a woman mocked as she strutted past

ALINA’S POVHonestly, I think the second worst thing after a bad breakup is being the accomplished ex.The ex that things didn’t really go well for. You didn’t get to change or get better than the way you were when they left you. That has to be the worse thing, and I was already topping it all off by being exactly that. Exhibit A— Alina Monroe.So what if life treated him better? Gave him better opportunities than it did me, that’s no fault of mine. It isn’t my fault at all, so I refuse to be intimidated or looked down upon. I refuse to let him ride on me and just do whatever! Like the way he was staring down at me right now.Reason why I chested it all. Summoning every bit of nonchalance and audacity in my system and bring it unto my face! Staring him head on. “You want to stare? Let’s stare on mister!”Bastard I mean.“Hey spunk, I think I’ll have to go back out front.” Ms. Vega said behind me, but I didn’t blink. My eyebrow arching daringly instead, locking on his stare from my ba