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chapter 12: Don't you knock.
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Killian leaned closer. “You sure can’t get revenge quietly, dressed like that.” Her eyes narrowed. “Keep talking, and this coffee is going in your lap.” He laughed. “Fine. No more flirting until breakfast.” “I’m not having breakfast with you.” “Too late. It’s already being served downstairs.” Calla stood, pulled her robe tighter. “I’ll be down in twenty. Don’t barge in again.” He raised his hands. “No promises.” Downstairs, Killian was already seated, scrolling through emails and sipping black coffee like nothing happened. Calla walked in wearing a simple fitted dress. No makeup. Hair in a low bun. Yet somehow, she still looked like someone who owned the room. Killian glanced up, eyes trailing slowly. “You clean up nice. Again.” “Do you ever shut up?” “Not when you look like that.” She ignored him and took a seat. The butler served eggs, bacon, and toast. As they ate, Killian said, “You actually did handled Vanessa well last night.” “I wasn’t trying to
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Calla could feel Vanessa’s glare even after the car door had closed. It lingered in the air like the last flicker of a matchstick, trying, failing, to burn her. Killian slid in beside her a moment later. He didn’t say a word. Just looked straight ahead as the car pulled off, his jaw set like granite. Calla tilted her head slightly toward him. “That woman is obsessed with you.” “She’s obsessed with control,” he replied, his voice clipped. “I just happen to be the part she never mastered.” “And what about you?” she asked, watching him closely. “Is this… your idea of control?” His eyes flicked to hers. “You think I brought you here to control you?” “I think you brought me here to make a point.” He didn’t confirm it. He didn’t have to. Calla looked out the window, her reflection staring back at her in the darkened glass. The dress, the car, the man beside her—it all felt like someone else’s life. Someone who belonged. But she didn’t feel like she belonged. Not yet. And
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“Get out! I’m not dressed!” She took a step back, but he was already closing the distance between them. “Oh, I don’t mind,” he purred, his voice dropping to a low, flirty tone. He reached out a hand, as if to touch her arm.That was it. Calla’s patience, already thin from the lack of sleep and the general absurdity of her situation, snapped. Without a second thought, she lifted her leg and aimed a swift, hard kick at his shin. Killian yelped, hopping back, clutching his leg. “Jesus, Calla! What was that for?!” He grimaced, rubbing the spot. “I was only here to drop this off.”He held up a thick, embossed card. Calla glared at him, then at the card. It was an invitation, intricately designed with silver ink.“What is it?” she asked, still wary. “An invitation,” he said, straightening up, the smirk returning despite his pained leg. “Get dressed. We’re going shopping.”Calla frowned. “For what?” “There’s a social event that comes up every year,” Killian explained, his eyes t
The EX-Wife Returns chapter 12: Don't you knock.
He stepped behind her, his hands gripping her hips. He positioned himself at her entrance and thrusted inside her, hard and deep. Vanessa moaned loudly, her fingers clawing at the wall. He didn’t kiss her. Didn’t whisper in her ear. Just fucked her against the wall, using her to drown out his thoughts of Calla. Her cries echoed down the hallway as he took her roughly, his grip on her waist tight. Vanessa didn’t seem to mind the pain, though. She pushed back against him, matching his rhythm. "Yes," she hissed. "Yes, Killian. Fuck me. Just like that." Killian closed his eyes, focusing only on the feel of her around him, trying to forget the events of the day. But the image of Calla, being so furious today flashed in his head. He gritted his teeth and thrust harder, trying to erase it. Vanessa screamed, her nails scraping the wall. "Don’t stop, Killian. Please don’t stop." He didn’t. He kept going, his movements relentless, until Vanessa cried out, her body shuddering
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A tall woman in a fire-red dress strutted in, her heels echoing against the floor. "Where is he?" she demanded. Her eyes landed on Calla, who stood casually near the island. Vanessa sneered. "Who is this?" Calla smiled slowly. "Hi. And you are?" Vanessa snorted. "I’m Vanessa. Killian’s girlfriend. And you? What maid gave herself permission to sit in my man’s house like she owns it?" Calla blinked. "You think I’m the maid? That’s cute." Vanessa stepped closer. "You don’t belong here. And when he sees you for what you are, he’ll throw you out like the rest." "Then I guess you’re speaking from experience," Calla said, calm and cold. Vanessa's face twisted. Without warning, she slapped Calla hard. Gasps filled the room. Calla didn’t hesitate. She slapped Vanessa right back, her palm ringing loud across the hallway. The maids all froze in shock, finding hard to believe that Calla actually slapped Vanessa back. they all agreed that Vanessa deserved that slap. "Y
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Damien blinked hard. The woman in front of him stood still, long hair falling past her shoulders, chin raised like she wasn’t scared of him or his mess. "Calla?" he asked again, voice cracking. The woman snorted. “Seriously? You’re that drunk?” He squinted. “Selene? Why the hell are you here?” She folded her arms. “Oh please. Have you forgotten this is the club we used to come to? Before you upgraded the whole shit and made yourself co-owner?” “I need to leave,” Damien said, struggling to get on his feet. “Yes,” Selene snapped. “You really do need to fucking leave. As if the rumor about Calla isn't bad enough, you're here screwing some girl.” “Not now Selene, get out of my face,” Damien spat. He pushed past her and grabbed James, the manager, by his collar. “Next time you call her and get her in my business, I will kill you!” James looked terrified. “I didn’t know she was coming–” “Shut up!” Damien barked. Selene calmly walked over and handed James a wad of cash. “Thank you.”
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