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Insatiable
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2026-07-06 22:38:14
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Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Taking a Walk
ELARADid he already drive to the front gates? I wondered. But that would be entirely impossible. Ben was a highly trained professional; he would never leave his designated post without me, and he certainly wouldn't move the vehicle without taking permission first. Or had he actually texted me, and I had been too clogged with work to notice the notification?I quickly retrieved my smartphone from my leather bag, letting out a weary sigh when the screen lit up to reveal two missed calls from his number from thirty minutes ago. My irritation softened. He must have had a genuine emergency. Still, shouldn't he have sent a quick text message or something to explain the situation so I could make alternative arrangements? And what exactly was the emergency? I deeply hoped it wasn't something fatal or dangerous.I immediately returned the call, and Ben answered on the very first ring.“Ms. Elara! Thank goodness,” Ben’s voice came through, sounding strained and incredibly alert.“Ben, wher
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Missing Him
ELARAI cracked my neck, letting out a wide, heavy exhale that required me to quickly cover my mouth with a hand. Looking around the smooth expanse of my mahogany desk, a deep sense of satisfaction washed over me as I took in the massive amount of paperwork I had successfully dismantled today. I truly couldn't wait to get home, eat a warm meal, and just rest.I checked the digital clock on the wall. It was almost 7:00 PM, and the city sky stretching outside my floor-to-ceiling windows was already rapidly darkening into a deep navy blue.My brothers had already called me much earlier in the afternoon, wanting to come and pick me up from the company, but I had firmly told them not to worry. At the time, I wasn't entirely sure when I would finally wrap up my duties for the day, and after all, I had my own private driver and security detail waiting downstairs.My eyes drifted across the desk, catching sight of the teddy bear resting against the wood. A soft smile instantly broke across m
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Hring a Goon
SHAWNI ran straight into my mother the second I stepped into the hallway, and something in my chest braced itself before I'd even registered her face."Shawn—" Her voice caught on the single syllable of my name, already halfway to something softer, something that wanted to ask where I'd been, or maybe why I always looked like this lately, hollowed out and running."Not now." Two words. Ice-cold, delivered without slowing my stride, without letting my eyes so much as flick toward hers. I heard the small sigh she let out behind me—tired, resigned, maybe even a little hurt—and I heard the silence that followed it, and I just kept walking. Good. No lecture today. No probing questions I didn't have the patience to survive. I really didn't have the bandwidth for anyone's feelings right now, including, if I was honest with myself, my own.I didn't run into my grandfather either, which was its own small mercy. I crossed the foyer fast, footsteps echoing off marble, and on my way past the w
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Insatiable
SHAWNI sat at the edge of the mattress and just looked at Miranda, because for one long moment I couldn't do anything else.Miranda slept the way she did everything—like the room belonged to her and always had. One arm thrown above her head, sheet pooled low at her hip, breath slow and even, utterly unbothered by the world she'd just taken apart. In the dim amber light bleeding through the curtains her skin looked warm, almost gold, and for a second I let myself just stand there, because looking cost nothing. Feeling something, though… that cost everything, and I wasn't sure I had it to spend on her.Insatiable. That was the only word that fit. Twice I'd tried to get up, and twice she'd hauled me back down by the wrist, laughing low and dark against my ear, refusing to let me breathe until she'd wrung a third finish out of me. My legs still didn't feel entirely mine. My lower back throbbed in that specific way that would ache for days. She'd used me like something she owned. And
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Necessary
SHAWNWhy? Why in the fucking hell would Elara do this to me?Did she… did she have any clue how much it had actually cost me to arrange that premium delivery today? Did she know how much of my remaining pride I had to swallow just to write those words? My hands were trembling violently as I sat on the edge of my freshly cleaned mattress, my eyes staring fixedly at the smartphone screen, watching the soul-crushing image of the ruined roses again and again, for the literal hundredth time.Worse? The cold, calculated woman had blocked my number again, right after sending the picture.Why? Couldn't she at least give me a single chance to speak to her? Even if it’s on the phone?To talk like civilized people, to let me pursue her properly from a clean slate? Why was she actively blocking me at every single stop, sealing every door before I could even breathe? What had I done so unpardonably wrong in our past that she refused to stop breaking my heart at every turn?I wasn't surprised
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Cheap mistress
MIRANDAThe heavy soundproof door clicked shut behind me, sealing out the low hum of the club and enveloping the private suite in a luxurious quiet.In the center of the room, a pristine glass-topped table was already impeccably set, filled with an assortment of snacks, a light meal of artisanal finger foods, and an array drinks and vintage wines resting in a silver ice bucket. My anger dissipated somewhat as I took in the elaborate arrangement that had been prepared for my coming. It informed me that it wasn't a rushed, makeshift meeting at least; she had actually planned for me… had actually cared to plan.The private room itself was a masterpiece of decadent, modern design. The walls were upholstered in a deep, midnight-blue plush velvet that seemed to absorb the ambient light, accented by brushed gold geometric panels that mirrored the club's elite aesthetic. The furniture was minimalist yet aggressively expensive—two low-slung, curved lounge chairs wrapped in cream-colored Ita
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Pure Malice
MIRANDAThe very second the bathroom door clicked firmly shut, the sleepy, helpless façade vanished from my face. I hurried out of the tangled bedsheets, barely minding my thoroughly naked reflection in the vanity mirror. Moving with stealth, I crept across the mattress and grabbed Shawn’s phone fr
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Queen of Tech
ELARAThe leaked photographs instantly flashed across the screens, though I had taken the liberty of blurring them extensively for viewers' discretion."To answer your question directly: no, that woman is not me," I stated, using the digital mouse pointer on the lectern laptop to highlight specific
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Press Conference
ELARA“El, are you ready? We are five minutes out…”I looked across the room at Julian, who was sitting on one of the plush velvet couches in the most private holding room of our family’s corporate headquarters, and gave a firm nod. “I am.”Down the corridor, inside the massive, hall-like auditori
Too Late To Want Me Back, Ex-Husband! Believe me
ELARADamn this foolish man! Damn his stupid contract! And damn his penchant to be all-knowing!So, I’ve been so ruined by Shawn that I can’t see a good thing if it stands right in my face? Tsk. How dare he? And what exactly is the "good thing"? Him? Please! The only thing good about Killian wa
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