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Not My Mother

Author: Jenne Lopes
last update Last Updated: 2025-01-16 21:28:42
Maya's POV

The usual morning bustle of the lobby froze the moment I stepped out of the elevator. My mother stood in the center like a gathering storm, designer handbag clutched like a weapon. Ten years hadn't changed her much - same perfectly coiffed hair, same expensive clothes that probably cost more than most people's monthly rent.

"So this is where you've been hiding," she announced, voice pitched to carry. "Playing career woman while your poor husband sits at home alone."

My stomach turned at the sight of phones being raised, at the eager faces of my coworkers pretending not to stare. First day on the job, and already my past was here to haunt me.

"We should talk somewhere else." My voice came out quieter than intended, but steady.

"Don't you dare walk away from me." Her voice rose sharply. "I'm not done-"

"Either we talk privately," I cut in, heat rising in my cheeks, "or security escorts you out. Your choice."

She laughed, that brittle sound I remembered from childhood. "You thi
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  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   The Goat has been Released.

    MayaOlivia's eyes locked with Alex's, and something passed between them that I couldn't read. The kitchen went completely silent. Even Sarah stopped fidgeting with the food.Then Olivia's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "With all due respect, Mr. Thorne," she said, her voice professional despite the rasp, "I believe your sister's apartment falls outside Thorne Designs' corporate jurisdiction."A beat passed. Then Alex laughed, the tension dissolving instantly."Touché." He nodded, looking more impressed than offended. "Though technically, it's my apartment.""Technically," Sarah piped in, "it's our parents' apartment that they let you use because they hate t

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   I’m Your Boss

    Maya"I have clothes," I'd protested when Alex started rummaging through his dresser after our shower.He'd given me a look that somehow managed to be both amused and judgmental. "You want to put your sex-stained suit back on?"He had a point. The thought of sliding back into those clothes made me cringe. The blouse was wrinkled beyond salvation, and my pants probably smelled like sex and club smoke. Not exactly breakfast-with-his-sister attire.So here I was, padding down the hallway in Alex's faded Columbia t-shirt that hung to mid-thigh and a pair of his boxers that I'd had to roll at the waist three times to keep them from sliding off. I felt ridiculous, like a kid playing dress-up. But it was this or naked, and I'd hit my nudity quota for the day.

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Boundaries

    His fingers traced the curve of my ribs, my waist, my hips, leaving trails of soap and goosebumps in their wake. Every touch was careful, precise, like he was cataloging each response, learning my body in a new way."You have the most incredible skin," he murmured, his voice almost drowned out by the shower.I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to press against him, to demand more direct contact. But something in me wanted to see where this was going, to let him maintain control of whatever game we were playing.He reached for another bottle—shampoo, apparently—and gestured for me to tilt my head back into the spray. I complied, closing my eyes as water sluiced over my hair.His fingers worked through the strands, massaging my scalp with just the right amount

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Teasing Me

    Alex stepped out of the bathroom, completely naked and completely unbothered by it. Steam curled around him, highlighting the defined muscles of his chest, the sharp cut of his hipbones. Water droplets clung to his skin, catching light as they slid down."You're not planning to face Sarah smelling like sex, are you?" He sniffed the air dramatically, his lips quirking up in that half-smile that always made something in my stomach flip."I don't smell like—" I started, then caught myself. We'd been all over each other this morning—of course I smelled like sex. Twice-interrupted, sweaty, clothes-half-on sex. I probably reeked of it."Come on." He stepped toward me, closing the distance between us in one clean stride. "Let me help you."Help me? With what?Before I could even process what was happening, Alex's hands were at the buttons of my blouse, deftly undoing each one like it was something he did every day."What are you—""You need a shower." His fingers brushed against my skin as h

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Gaps

    I watched Alex disappear into the bathroom, his ass flexing as he walked. The sound of the shower running snapped me back to reality. I was still sitting on the edge of his bed, half-aroused, totally embarrassed, and completely lost on what to do next.I sighed, shaking my head to clear the Alex-shaped fog from my brain. This—whatever this was between us—was getting comfortable. Too comfortable, maybe. The way he just stripped naked in front of me without hesitation. The casual intimacy of watching him rub product on his face. The fact that I was still sitting in his bedroom instead of hiding under the covers or making a run for it.Was it okay to get used to this? This new normal where I woke up in his bed, where he touched me like he knew exactly what my body needed, where he could just exist naked in my presence without it being a whole production.I rubbed my eyes hard, trying to ease the tension that had settled at the base of my skull. What time was it even? My phone wasn't in m

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Mortal Distractions

    Maya"I can't—" My voice caught in my throat. "Not after all that. I can't face her yet."Alex just stood there, staring at me. What the hell was he thinking, looking at me like that?He was still in just his boxers. Black ones that hung low on his hips. The light filtering through the blinds hit him at an angle, making his skin shine in strips across his chest. Every muscle was defined—not in that gross, veiny gym-rat way, but like someone who actually used their body. The ridges of his abs caught shadows. A trail of dark hair started below his navel and disappeared beneath the waistband of his boxers. His shoulders were broader than I remembered, the curve where they met his neck perfect for biting.Shit. I needed to stop.Alex final

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging    Interruptions

    Time froze. The door swung open before I could react, revealing Sarah standing in the doorway, hair mussed from travel, still in the same clothes she'd worn yesterday when I'd video called her from Paris."Alex? Did you put someone in my... Oh!"Her mouth dropped open, eyes going wide as she took in the scene—Maya and me, half-dressed, frozen mid-thrust, the obvious sounds and smells of sex still hanging in the air. The shock on her face might have been comical if it weren't happening to me.Maya made a small, strangled sound and tried to pull away, but my dick was still buried deep inside her, though rapidly going soft. Her pussy clenched around me in panic rather than pleasure, her whole body tensing like she'd been electrocuted."Jesus Christ, Sarah!" I grabbed

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Half-Dreaming

    Maya's hand wrapped around my cock, squeezing with surprising strength for someone who appeared to be completely out. A jolt of electricity shot up my spine, my breath catching in my throat. My dick responded instantly, hardening in her grip."Maya?" I whispered, pulse racing. Nothing. Not even a flutter of eyelids.She was still in yesterday's clothes, makeup smudged, hair a mess against my pillow. The Armani suit she'd worn to her board meeting was wrinkled beyond salvation, her silk blouse half-untucked. Yet her hand moved with purpose, stroking me slowly from base to tip.Drunk. Possibly sleep-touching me. I should stop this.I didn't.Her thumb swept over the head of my cock, already wet with precum, and my hips bucked involuntarily. The sensation was so intense I had to bite my lip to keep from groaning. Heat coursed through me, pooling low in my stomach, making my thighs tense.What the fuck was happening? Was she dreaming about me? About someone else? The thought bothered me m

  • Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging   Meander

    The buzz of my phone dragged me from sleep like being pulled from deep water—disorienting, unwelcome. I fumbled for it in the darkness, squinting at the screen. Marcus. The brightness made me wince. "Yeah?" My voice came out rough with sleep. Maya stirred beside me but didn't wake. "Hope I didn't wake you, boss." Marcus didn't sound sorry at all. I checked the time: 4:23 AM. Christ. "Why won't you let me sleep?" I groaned, shifting to sit up without disturbing Maya. "It's the middle of the night." "I'll be sure to check your schedule next time," Marcus replied, the eye-roll audible in his voice. "Want me to call back at a more convenient hour?" I dragged a hand down my face, feeling the stubble that had grown since yesterday morning. "You took your time." "Target wasn't exactly easy. Careful guy, your friend Julian." That got my attention. I was fully awake now, slipping out of bed and padding toward the bathroom. "But you got something?" "I managed." There was a hint of pride

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