Semua Bab TAKING BACK MY EX-LUNA: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Catherine's POV: I was naked in no time. The thin drapes behind the thick curtains moved with the wind, kissing my skin just like his lips did, feathery; almost ghostly. My skin sang as his lips left traces of his touch. His hand worked on my thighs, lifting them as he lodged his body between my legs, creating rhythms and waves of pleasure that tore through me. I felt like I was floating, like I had taken a pill that plunged me into euphoria. It was the most beautiful feeling ever, setting me ablaze, making me beg and yearn for more. For his touch on mine. I wanted him badly. I leaned towards him, begging for his upper body to return to mine so I could kiss him. But he was busy, tracing his lips down my hip. I want to cry out for him. I wanted to beg him to keep going. I did not want him to stop because this feeling could be compared to no other. He pulled me in so my body was directly against his face and he fell to his knees at the edge of the bed, grazing my

Alpha Michael's POV: Today had started off on a good note. Waking up to Catherine in my bed, naked and looking fuckable. I'd planned on waking her up with kisses and a good morning sex but the Kids' voices had floated up to my ears, drawing me to the window. Jason and Julia had been playing with water guns. Interested, I'd slipped into a pair of shorts and a tank top, leaving Catherine to sleep properly so I could spend a little time with the kids, see if Julia was going to soften up to me. And she did. It had been hard at first with her not wanting to be close to me but that had been taken care of and soon, she was running away from me in a fit of laughter as I shot the water gun at her. After that, we'd stepped into the house to the most beautiful aroma in the world. Apparently, the kids recognised it to be their mother's cooking and they began to jump for joy, glad that she was cooking. And now, with the intent of coming to enjoy her meal, I was met with the very

Michael's POV: I'd never seen her this insecure. The first time we married, all she'd expressed in situations like these were anger and withdrawing into her shell. I hadn't cared enough to know what exactly she felt at that time. But now, I was really invested in how she felt about this. I knew she was bothered and greatly jealous and no matter how she tried to make this about the kids, I knew it was a blatant lie. Brushing her hair back, I watched as her eyes turned liquid. She had beautiful eyes. Intense eyes that pulled me in. I'd really experienced the feeling of staring properly into bed eyes last night while we were having sex and I totally wanted more of that. I really wanted more of that. "Trust me?" I asked, pulling her close enough to my breath to fan her cheeks. She smiled and nodded but that uncertainty still remained in her eyes. I knew it was going to take a lot for her to finally believe my words and all it took was me assuring her by not just wor

Catherine's POV: The door to his study clicked shut and I walked in, stopping when I got to his desk. "Is there something wrong?" "Does it look like there is?" He asked, looking up at me. His expression conveyed slight anger and I could tell that he was mad at me. "Uhm, yes. It does look like there is. You're frowning at me. You only ever do that when you're mad at me." "I have one question for you and I need you to answer with all honesty." My heart picked up. No, I wasn't afraid of anything. I was just worried and nervous about his reaction once again. If this had to do with John then I wasn't sure there was anything I could do to make him believe that all I had told him from the onset was the truth. "Why does she keep talking about John like he had something with you." “John was a better part of her life. She was born and I came back to his home from the hospital. He took her like his own child. It was the same for Jason. He treated them like their

Michael's POV: The first person to come in was a woman and she had a smile on her face. If it was to make me go easy on her, then it wasn't going to work. I flipped a page of my journal containing questions over before placing my elbow on the table and staring at her with the hardest look I had on. "Your name is Jadon Sharper?" I asked and she nodded. "When did you get this job?" "In the first week of November last year." "So that's three months ago?" She nodded. "Yes, sir. Three months ago." "Did you come with a copy of your résumé? I asked that everyone come with it." She blinked and her eyes darted around for a few seconds. I could read the fear in her eyes and it was enough to tell me what I wanted to know. But I was going to wait for her to speak and if she chose not to, I was going to make her fucking break. "I wanted to but I realized that my email got deleted. In Fact, I lost a lot of my information during a fire at my house." I stared