Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Kissed My Ex-boyfriend, & It Went Wrong: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

EmilyHe doesn't remember anything. A sigh of relief is yet discomforting. He has no memory of last night which means he doesn't even remember what I had confessed out of overwhelming emotions. "Emily, I'm asking you something?" He groans, nearing my face. I purse my lips in tension and lift my eyes at him. He indeed pushed me but it was an accident. I know he didn't mean to hurt me, not even in his dreams. "It was just a small accident," I tell him. "You didn't do anything""Are you sure?" A line of frown forms across his forehead.I nod."And what kind of small accident was it?"I can't tell him that he pushed me. He's literally gonna lose it over himself as I can scan his reactions."I'm telling you. You didn't do anything," my eyes are straight into his. With his palm covering his face, he lets out a shrug. "Damn! This hangover"Not uttering anything, I stare at him, his reaction, his body language. KaneMy palm hurts so bad. I wonder what the fuck I did exactly. I should have

KaneI gently toss her aside, making sure she doesn't bump into something. She's still not recovered properly. I'm aware of it but it's hard to keep myself away from her anymore, especially after the hot encounter in the washroom this morning. I wanted to fuck her right there and quench the burn she had created inside me. I held back. I held back the entire day— for hours. Then it became unbearable. I throw myself back on the couch as she stands right there in front of me. Through the deemed lights, she looks a hundred times more seductive. My guilty gaze scans her from head to toe. She's wearing a tank top with shorts, her cleavage slightly visible, her tempting breasts making my throat drier. She is staring at me anxiously with her two fearful eyes, her fluffy lips shivering. How can a woman look so sexy yet adorable at the same time? Only she can."Strip!" I husk out of nowhere as her eyes turn bigger. She parts her lips in shock. Her eyes refuse to blink."Didn't you hear me, l

EmilyAfter an hour, I land in Stanford's office. I'm a bit tense about how Kane is gonna react if he gets to know I came here. He'll lash out at me again, and say hurtful words. That's all. But I'm not gonna step back right now. The environment of Stanford's office is full of chaos and crowds. I glance around and knock on the door."Come in," Stanford welcomes me with his familiar creepy smile. He's sitting at the edge of that long table in the conference room. "See, all your demands are being fulfilled. You didn't want to be in my tiny cabin and wanted this conference room. Here we go," he laughs. "I hope my demands will be fulfilled too""Only if you try to be fair," my voice is calm.I scan him well. Roger Stanford, aged in their mid-forties, not too burnt out of his age, fit enough. However, a patient with cardiac arrest. That's all I know about him after his business."Of course. But I'll consider it based on your performance," he grins, leaning on the table as he gazes down

Kane Emily has been silent since this morning. We haven't really had any serious fights at all lately. I believe she's upset about the contract expiring. Fuck! I didn't even try to remember that until I found her lost. "You know our schedule slowed down for work and everything because of your health issues," as I start the conversation abruptly, she slightly shudders as if she was lost in deep thought."Huh!" She puts the comb back and gapes at me. "Well, yeah," I stutter, rubbing the back of my head and ignoring eye contact with her. "And then suddenly the partnership with Stanford was cancelled. I think we'll need a few more days to work on the final project and everything""Okay," she mutters, lowering her eyes."Everything, Emily," I repeat.Her eyes lift to me drastically, filled with both surprise and a bit of confusion. Seems like she understands what I'm trying to say, but she's unable to be sure about it. I step closer to her and lean down, collecting my wallet from the

KaneI can't find words to speak after that. Therapist? Why would she go to a therapist? And why didn't she ever tell me about it?"What?" I seethe. "Yes," he sighs. "Even though I'm not allowed to tell you my identity, I had to do this. Because you're getting it all wrong"I find it hard to gulp down as if someone is pressing my throat harder. "Therapist?" I exclaim. "Why would she need a therapist?""I can't say anything more than this, Mr Kane. But I've been her therapist for the last three years. And there are no such things between us. I hope you didn't do anything out of that verge"Anticipation surges through me, making it hard for me to stand straight. I lean against the wall and pant heavily, recalling all the bitter words I used for her."Mr Kane," the guy calls me out again. "Is Emily okay?"No, she's not. I didn't let her be okay. I was a dickhead to torture her beyond the limits. However, I wanna know if she has ever been okay. "What's wrong with her?" I groan. "Why do