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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: MEETINGS AND UNKNOWN NUMBERS
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2025-03-11 02:14:43
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Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: DISTRACTIONS AND SNAKES
MAVERICK I was distracted. And that had never happened before. I never let my personal life interfere with my work life.But Iris Blake had somehow wormed her way into my mind.It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I wasn't supposed to be thinking about her.I almost tripped when I saw her this morning. She was wearing a t-shirt with a pair of shorts. And seeing her in that t-shirt, the same goddamn t-shirt that she was wearing when she came to my room last night…It made me fucking hard for her all over again. I couldn't stop thinking of how close we’d come to kissing each other last night. I wondered what would have happened if that call never came in. Would we have taken it a step further? Would we have taken it two steps further?I’d never know.Cold showers were slowly becoming my favorite pastime.I exhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of my nose. I needed to get my shit together and concentrate. There was no room for distractions.A knock on my office door pulled me from my thou
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-11Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: WORK FOR ME
IRIS It had been hours since I received that text from the unknown number, and frankly, I was so tempted to block the number. I’d texted back: ‘Who is this?’ in the morning, and now it was evening.And I hadn't gotten a reply.It wasn’t that I cared about the text itself. I wasn’t worried that Maverick was a serial killer or anything. He just had a past. A mysterious past. Maverick was the most cryptic person I had ever met, besides myself.It wouldn’t hurt to… get a little information.As if on cue, I heard him coming down the stairs. I sat in the living room, watching as he walked to the kitchen in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. Nothing extravagant.And yet, somehow, the sight of him almost made my knees buckle.I hated to admit it, but I’d actually missed his presence while he was at work. Whether Maverick was brooding or in a fairly good mood, it was nice having him around me. Maybe I was just lonely.I stood up, heading towards the kitchen as I watched him warm up some of
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-12Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: I’M SO FUCKED
MAVERICK I needed a cold fucking shower.I pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it onto the counter before stepping into the glass enclosure. As soon as the water hit my skin, I exhaled, willing the coolness of the water to help me forget what the fuck just happened downstairs.But it didn't help.Because my body was still tight. Hard. My mind was still consumed by thoughts of Iris Blake.And those damn scrubs.I’d never had a fantasy about fucking a nurse in scrubs until I met Iris.I wanted to tear those fucking pants in the middle and feast on her from behind. And then slide my cock into her waiting pussy.I slammed my bandaged hand against the marble wall, my jaw tightening. Iris.She had gotten under my skin in a way I didn't know how to pull her out.I tried to avoid her. Tried to keep my distance, but somehow I just ended up pissing her off even more and demanding my attention.Tonight, in the kitchen, she just stood there. Challenging me. That sharp fucking mouth of hers dar
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-12Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: THE SIREN SOUNDS
IRIS Something was wrong.I could feel it in my bones. There was a tight, suffocating pressure in my chest that refused to ease, and I knew I wasn’t just being paranoid.Megan hadn’t answered my texts.She was always on that thing. Always on her phone, and ever since I moved in with Maverick, we were always texting late into the night. Sometimes even talking on the phone.But now? Megan wasn’t answering my texts. Or calls.And worst of all, Megan had my daughter.I needed to leave. Now.I put some shoes on, taking my phone with me as I hurried out of the room and down the stairs.I tried to be silent. I really did. But my heart was pounding violently against my chest and it had become difficult for me to breathe.I was having a full-on panic attack.I made my way to the kitchen to drink some water and try to calm myself down.I wouldn't be able to do anything for Megan and Amethyst if I was freaking out. But I couldn't stop.I was hunched over the counter, taking deep breaths when I
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-12Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER THIRTY: A WHOLE DIFFERENT LEVEL OF FUCKED UP
MAVERICK The only time I’d ever seen Iris like this was the first night we met, when I got out of my car to find her screaming. But even then, it wasn’t like this. Wasn’t as bad as this.She was unraveling right in front of me.Her hands were shaky, her breath coming out in short, shallow pants. Her eyes were wide and glassy, locked on the chaos in front of her.Blue and red lights flashed against the dark sky.There were uniformed officers around, speaking to tenants and taking notes. A few people stood outside, discussing.And then, a figure broke away from the crowd with a baby in her arms.Iris choked out a sob before running forward, straight into Megan’s arms. Megan clutched the sleeping baby to her chest, her face pale.“Oh my God. Oh my God,” Iris kept repeating as she wrapped both Megan and the baby in a trembling embrace. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”Megan nodded multiple times, her breath hitching. “I–I’m okay. We’re okay. I just—” her voice broke and tears gathered in he
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-13Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: EGGS AND CASUAL CONVERSATIONS
IRIS We had one day left until our engagement party.I had been staring at the ceiling for the past hour, replaying last night over and over in my head. The police, the flashing lights, Megan running towards me with my baby in her arms. Megan had risked her life to save my daughter and that was another thing I would never be able to repay her for.And then there was Maverick.The way he handled everything, taking control without hesitation meanwhile I couldn't even think. Seeing him hold his daughter so protectively without even knowing she was his…It had done something to me.But it didn't matter. Because he didn't know, and he would never know.I exhaled sharply, throwing the covers off me. If I stayed in bed any longer, I was going to drive myself insane.I made my way down the stairs to the kitchen to make some breakfast.I wasn’t much of a cook, but breakfast was something I was really good at. I turned on the coffee machine the way Tania taught me to.I’d started to crack the
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-13Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: THE BLACK CARD
IRIS My fingers tightened around my phone, my pulse hammering as I reread the message.‘Are you keeping secrets too, Iris?’Too.That one fucking word made my blood run cold.Something—someone— was watching me, prying into my life. Into my past. Into my biggest secret.And Maverick’s too.I swallowed, my breath shaky as I typed out a reply with trembling fingers.‘Who the fuck is this?’I hit send and stared at the screen, not even expecting a response. The last time I’d received a text from this number, they were warning me about Maverick.This time, they were threatening me.And whoever it was knew something.The seconds dragged on, stretching into a full minute, and then, just as I was about to put my phone down, the screen lit up. Another text had come in.‘Don’t be scared. We all have things to hide. Yours is just more… interesting.’My stomach twisted. My finger hovered over the screen as I thought of what to type. I had no idea what to say in reply.More interesting? What did
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-03-13Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: TRICKS UP HER SLEEVE
IRIS Maverick’s black card burned a hole in my pocket the entire drive to the stylist’s boutique.I should not have taken it, but Megan would have buried me six feet under if I’d refused to take the card from him.Not that Maverick had given me an option even.“I swear to God,” Megan started from the driver’s seat, her voice dripping with amusement. “You and Maverick are something else.”I scoffed, shifting in my seat. “There is no me and Maverick.”Megan hummed knowingly as she flicked on the turn signal. “Right. That explains why he was looking at you like he wanted to devour you this morning.”“No, he wasn’t,” I groaned, throwing my head back against the headrest. “He was not looking at me like that.”“Uh huh,” she smirked at me, continuing. “And the way you snatched that card from his hand? Baby, I could feel the pure, sexual tension. Felt like I was interrupting.”I rubbed my forehead, already regretting bringing Megan along with me. Today was going to be a long fucking day.Ame
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Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEEN: COME BACK TO YOU
IRISI pulled the front door open even before Megan started to knock.“Hey…” I trailed off when I noticed the look on her face.“I’m losing my fucking mind, I tell you,” she hissed as she stomped into the house.“Easy with the cussing,” I said. “Kids live here now.”Megan made a show of looking around, spreading her arms wide at her sides. “Kids where? I don’t see any.”I rolled my eyes, heading over to the kitchen to grab the bottle of wine I’d kept in preparation of this moment.It was about time we had some time to ourselves while Chelsea and Amethyst were asleep. Maverick had dropped me off after the cake tasting because he had some ‘emergency’, and I hadn’t seen him since then.And neither had Megan seen Dwayne. I grabbed two glasses, heading to the living room where Meg had completely relaxed on the couch.I dropped them onto the coffee table and I popped the wine bottle open. “Wait. You can have this, right?”“Yes,” Megan rolled her eyes. “Of course, I can. I’m not on pain med
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN: WHAT NOW?
MAVERICK Dwayne wasn’t alone when I got to his club.Ryan Moss was with him in his office, arms crossed over his chest like he was bored of being here.“What the fuck’s going on?” I asked Dwayne.I hadn’t seen him since our fight two nights ago. We had a lot of shit to clear up, but right now, it seemed there was a bigger problem than that.Dwayne didn’t answer, but Ryan did.“Turns out Dwayne here, was wrong about the assumptions he made about Steven Walsh.”Steven Walsh was Megan’s ex-boyfriend who’d just gotten out of prison after being locked up for over three years for assaulting her.On the night of the fight, the last thing Dwayne had said before he left was that he was going to find out the truth.In other words, he was going to find Steven Walsh because he was convinced that he was the one who cut Megan’s brakes.“What do you mean?”Dwayne ran a hand through his hair, his jaw clenched hard. He shrugged exasperatedly. “Turns out Steve Walsh isn’t even in the country anymore.
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN: A DEAD PROBLEM
MAVERICK I was hard as a rock.I couldn’t think. Couldn’t focus because my mind was on Iris. I craved her wet heat and I needed to be inside her.Right now.I adjusted my cock in my pants.The baker, whose name I’d never really learned, came out to meet me, a nervous smile on her face as her eyes darted around as if she was looking for Iris.“She had to leave…” I said, rising to my feet. “Emergency.”“Of course,” she let out an airy laugh even as she tried so hard to look at anything but my face. I wasn’t sure at what point she had noticed that something was going on between me and Iris, but she had. And I could tell how anxious and uncomfortable she felt being in my presence.I concealed my smile. “I also have to leave, so you’re going to have to discuss the details with the wedding planner. I’ll have her contact you.”She let out a sigh laced with relief. “Of course. It’s been a pleasure having you, Mr. Sinclair.”“I’m truly sorry you had to witness that,” I muttered before I coul
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN: THE CAKE TASTING
IRIS I froze in my seat.Stay?What the hell did he mean by “Stay?”The baker smiled politely. “Oh, of course, I can stay,” she said. She was completely unaware that Maverick had just issued a threat disguised as a request.“Oh, you don’t have to—” I started to say, but she cut me off.“Please. I’m usually nervous about watching my clients taste my cake, but I don’t mind being here as long as it’s what you want.”My eyes were wide as I stared at Maverick, and he had a smirk on his face. His stormy eyes twinkled with mischief.And the remote was completely out of sight.“It is,” he said curtly, his gaze pinned on me sharply, daring me to disagree.That wasn’t going to happen.“Okay, sure,” she replied, tucking her hair behind her ears nervously. “I’ll just… stand back and talk you through the flavors while you try them.”Maverick’s expression was unreadable as he reached for a mini red velvet cake from the platter. He stabbed it with his fork, holding it out to me.“Open,” he murmured
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEEN: STAY
IRIS It wasn’t long before I was ready. I had on a lilac-colored sundress—yes, I picked it on purpose—and tied my hair up in a messy bun, letting a few stray curls dangling near my face.Maverick was already in the car when I slid into the passenger seat.He turned to look at me, his look appraising as he regarded my form.“You’re playing a dangerous game, Angel,” he said huskily, his gaze trained on my cleavage.I couldn’t help it—I stuck my chest out a little more, and Maverick’s jaw twitched.“When am I not?” I replied sassily, biting on my bottom lip.He looked away from me, tapped his fingers on the steering wheel once. Twice. Thrice.And when he looked back at me, there was anger swirling in his eyes. Anger and something else.Desire.“Let me make something clear to you, Iris,” he said in a deadly tone. I let out a soft gasp.He continued. “This doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you for what you did. I haven’t.”Maverick shook his head slowly even as my heart sank. “I don’t know if I’
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVE: NOT COMPLETELY CLUELESS
IRIS The first thing I perceived the moment I opened my door was the smell of pancakes. It wafted up the stairs and filled the entire corridor.I was a little shocked, because yesterday, Tania had said she wouldn't be coming in early, so all I knew was that I was going to be the one to make breakfast this morning.But the moment I went down the stairs, I got my answers.Maverick was in the kitchen, his back turned, muscles flexing as he worked on the stove.First of all, he was supposed to be at work. Second of all…Wow.But I wasn't the only one staring at him in admiration. Chelsea sat at the counter, engaging him in a conversation while looking at him like he created the damn world.And Amethyst…She sat in her high chair, smiling up at Maverick whenever he turned to look at her.Something lodged itself deep in my throat, and my vision turned cloudy. I wasn’t prepared to see Maverick being a dad.But here he was. And his daughter adored him.I wasn’t sure how long I stood there,
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVEN: KEEP FUCKING YOURSELF
MAVERICK Iris was going to kill me.She was going to murder me without hesitation and bury me six feet under. “Fucking hell, Iris,” I gritted out, my eyes focusing on her wet pussy that was spread in front of me.“You’re so fucking needy. You’re a needy little slut, aren’t you?”My insults never got to her. Iris would never admit it, but she had a degradation kink. She was a proud, feisty woman, but when she wanted me, she was willing to push all that aside and submit to me in whatever way.And I fucking loved that about her.But right now, she was testing my limits, dangling bait in front of me.And I was a fish willing to catch that bait.Iris stuck her tongue out to lick her lips, nodding desperately. “I need you, Maverick. Whatever you want to do, just… give me something. Anything.”I stood quietly for a full minute, just watching Iris’s legs open and close. She was restless, aroused. I knew that if I touched her pink pussy, I would find it soaking wet.But I wasn’t going to tou
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TEN: JUST WATCH
IRIS I had no idea what I was doing. No idea why I was doing it. No idea why I couldn’t help it.But when I saw Maverick watching me quietly through the small opening, I wanted to tease him.To make him want me.And I knew I didn’t have the right to do that. Not anymore.But all I’d done was ask him if he was coming. It was left for him to say yes or no.But as I stepped into the rainfall shower enclosure, I couldn’t help but wonder whether he would actually take the bait.I turned on the shower, sighing when the warm water sprayed down on my body.I released my hair from its bun, letting it fall over my shoulder and tossing the hair tie aside. And then I let the water do its work.I was anxious. It had been a little over five minutes and Maverick still hadn’t come in.Disappointment wrapped itself around me like a cold blanket.I guess… he didn’t want me.But what was that look I’d seen in his eyes then if it wasn’t desire? If it wasn't—The sound of the door to the enclosure slid o
Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine! CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINE: ARE YOU COMING?
MAVERICKI could’ve pushed her away from me. But I didn’t.I let Layla wrap her hands around my neck. Let her scent cloud my senses.She always used to smell like jasmine, and now?Now, it was no different.Layla was seated on my lap, a small smirk on her face as one hand left the back of my neck to trail down my chest.“Get off me,” I muttered.She didn't. Not that I was even expecting her to.“Why?” she whispered, leaning in close. “You didn’t used to mind. “You used to beg for it. For me to sit on your lap…” Layla ground her hips against my lap. “For me to ride you.”Her lips grazed my ear as she leaned in even closer. “Does Iris ride you the way I used to?”My nostrils flared. “Don’t say her name.”“With pleasure, baby. I don’t even like her. I just want you.”I placed my hand on her hips, starting to push her away, but I paused when her teeth grazed my earlobe.Not because I was aroused, but because a thought struck me. If I hadn’t broken up with Layla that faithful night, maybe
