Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Divorcee's Redemption : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 15

~Elena’s Pov ~ "Are you seriously going to keep acting like you don't remember me?" I finally let it out, unable to bear the charade any longer. My voice comes out sharper than I intended, as I'm unable to hide my annoyance anymore. He looks at me putting on this confused look that's almost believable. Almost. "Excuse me?" He says like he's trying to place me, but something about his voice sounds fake. I lean forward, pressing my hands flat against my thighs to stop them from doing anything stupid like yanking off all his hair. “I believe you owe me an apology after spilling a drink on me and walking away without so much as a 'sorry.'" “Oh, you're that woman from the airport,” The corner of his mouth twitches into a smirk, and this time he doesn't try to hide it. He leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers again in a way that's becoming annoyingly familiar. "You have quite a mouth, Miss Carter." "Better than having no manners, Mr. Vale." The words hang in the ai

~ Sebastian's Pov ~ I’m not supposed to be thinking about her. Not here. Not now. Not ever. I should be drinking, flirting, and losing myself in a woman’s mouth or pussy by now. That is the point of tonight: To let loose. Instead, I'm sitting here in my VIP booth in the club playing with the glass of whiskey in my hand A woman sits beside me. She leans closer to my side like she wants to whisper into my ear. Her perfume is sickly sweet. Her nails scratch lightly over my skin as she runs her hands on my arm. I feel the heat of her body as she whispers something about a private room. But, I don’t hear her. Because my mind is elsewhere. On the face I was not expecting to see staring back at me when I went through the list of applicants for my new personal assistant. The last one I had who had been with me for three years decided to resign without much warning. Said she wanted a “less intense environment.” whatever that meant. A week later, I learnt that she was working

~Elena’s POV~ Today is my first day at work, and already, I feel like I’m walking into the seventh circle of hell. The nerves hit me the second my alarm went off this morning, and Isa's teasing certainly didn’t help. Neither did my damn brain, which played the events of that night on repeat, torturing me like some sadistic movie director. Every time I close my eyes, I see him. Sebastian Vale. My Boss I remember the way his gray eyes locked onto mine every time I shut my eyes. The way his hands gripped my waist, firm, possessive. The way his mouth tasted like whiskey and mint as I leaned in and kissed me. The slow, consuming way his mouth claimed mine that made me weak in the knees. I groan and shove the memory away. It was nothing. A mistake. A drunk, stupid, reckless mistake. Except my body doesn’t seem to agree with me. I focus on getting ready for work. I put on a highwaisted black skirt, a fitted navyblue blouse and a pair of black heels sharp enough to stab so