Semua Bab MY POSSESSIVE BILLIONAIRE EX-HUSBAND: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Leon took me by the waist and nestled me at the kitchen counter. I didn’t know what he was even up to until he pulled my underwear and slammed his face between my legs to seize my nether region.I was shocked but the heat within me was also liking what was taking place that I didn’t even bother stopping Leon. For once, there was this sense of longing to be touched by man that etched within me. I knew it was the reason why I was heavily pulled by the attraction that was coming from Leon.Leon sucked me hard and licked me intensely that it was sending some thrilling vibrations for my body. It was too hard for me to actually control myself from making some loud moans out of pleasure.“Your tongue was so good in there,” I whispered and I didn’t know that Leon could actually hear it.I didn’t actually hear what he was mumbling but that action was already more than enough to give me another series of tingling vibrations that forced me to arched my back.It was too domineering that I unknowin

As the morning light poured into the kitchen, it painted a gentle radiance across the room. The soft hues danced upon the countertops, highlighting the vibrant array of fruits and vegetables carefully arranged on the cutting board. I had spent the morning with a heart full of love, determined to create something extraordinary for breakfast. The aroma of toasted bread wafted through the air as I prepared a creamy pasta dish, hoping that my simple culinary efforts could rekindle a warmth in our household, one that had often felt chilly and distant.While I stirred the pot, my thoughts drifted back to the passionate evening I shared with Leon here. The steamy moment I had with him flashed in my head and made me blushed out of embarrassment. Now cooking here everyday would remind me how Leon eat my cunt here.And Just as I was about to reach for the pasta, plunging my hand deep into the floury bag, I felt a sudden and unexpected embrace from behind.“Margarette,” his voice murmured into

Leon continued to surprise me in ways I never expected. After our indulgent lunch and shopping spree, I thought maybe we’d finally call it a day. But it would seem that Leon had other plans in mind aside from what we already did.As he carefully placed the shopping bags in the trunk of his car, I couldn’t help but tease him. “Do you have any surprises left, or have you exhausted all your grand gestures?”Leon flashed that mischievous smile of his, the one that made me feel like the world was ours for the taking. “You underestimate me, Margarette,” he said, closing the trunk with a smooth motion. “I’ve only just begun.”I shook my head with a smile, getting into the passenger seat. “Where to next, Mr. Romantic?”“You’ll see,” he replied cryptically, pulling out of the parking lot.The drive was filled with our usual banter, a rhythm we’d fallen into effortlessly over time. Leon, always the tease, brought up my familiar reluctance to let him spoil me. "You know," he said with a mischiev

"Margarette, are you ready? We don’t want to be late for the hearing." Aunt Lou said. The sun had barely risen when Aunt Lou knocked on my door, her voice gentle yet firm. I groaned softly, still tangled in the warmth of my bed, the weight of the day ahead pressing on my chest. Today was the hearing, the one I had been dreading and anticipating in equal measure. Justin’s lawsuit against me was hanging over my head like a dark cloud, and I knew I couldn’t avoid it any longer."I'm coming, Aunt Lou," I called out, forcing myself to sit up. I took a deep breath, trying to steady the nerves that were already starting to fray. After quickly dressing, I headed downstairs where Aunt Lou was waiting by the door, her expression a mix of concern and determination.She smiled at me, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Don’t worry, Margarette. Whatever happens today, you’ve got me by your side."I nodded, grateful for her presence. Aunt Lou had always been my rock, especially after everythin

The café buzzed with the usual hum of activity—clinking cups, the hiss of the espresso machine, the low murmur of conversations blending into a soothing white noise. Yet, to me, it all felt distant, like I was trapped in a glass box, separated from the world around me. The vibrant chatter, the occasional laughter, the shuffle of footsteps—all of it faded into the background, muffled as if I were submerged underwater.I sat at a small table by the window, my usual spot, but today it felt different. The sun streamed in through the glass, casting a warm glow across the room, yet I couldn’t feel its warmth. My hands trembled as I gripped the cup of coffee in front of me, the ceramic cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the roiling heat inside me. I brought the cup to my lips, but the rich aroma that usually comforted me now did nothing to settle my nerves.I stared into the dark liquid, trying to find some semblance of calm in its depths, but all I saw was the reflection of my own tu