Lahat ng Kabanata ng Mr. CEO’s Insatiable Addiction To His Feisty Ex-Wife : Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

MELISSA’S POV We pulled up in front of a local grocery shop where we on the spot made a list of the food items we would need. After compiling the long list, Listowel offered to go get them from the store. I didn't challenge him neither did I tugged along because it was still unsafe for people to see us together. Planting a kiss on my forehead, “I will be right back okay?” he said and patted my hair before opening the door to step out. I could only stare at his broad back with a smile on my face as he walked into the store. A few minutes later, he returned to the car holding lots of bags in his hands. The amount of foodstuff he had bought made me wonder if we were going to cook for charity or if they were just meant for us only. Without help, he arranged them at the boot before coming to resume his seat. “Is there any occasion that I don’t about?” I teased. “Ocassion? I don't understand,” he answered, genuinely confused. “Since you bought a track full of groceries I thought yo

WENDY’S POV My fingers trailed smoothly at the sides of my dress as I admired my figure in the mirror. I had specifically chosen to wear this black lace gown Listowel used to adore when we were together. A slight smirk tugged at the sides of my lips as I picked up a bright red matte lipstick and painted it on my lips. Tonight, I was going in for a sensual and seductive look. I took one more look at my reflection in the mirror and I was more than confident that no man on earth could resist this body. Yes. I have a whole plan drawn out in my head and was going to execute it by hook or crook tonight. I'd been waiting for tonight for days now and I couldn't more happier happier than it was finally here. Ever since the day I saw Melissa and Listowel doing Lovey Dovey at the beach, I've not had rest. The memory of how they laughed and played along the beach like some carefree teenagers irritated my spirit. It made me sick. But all that was going to end tonight. The vibra

Listowel’s POV I felt a sharp pain course through my body as I tried to change my posture on the bed. A side of my head ached badly while my limbs felt like they were on fire. I couldn't move not to talk of sitting up. What the hell was happening to me? I forcefully opened my eyes but I regretted it as fast I did. The piercing rays from the sun hit me to a point where I had to lay down for five fvcking minutes. With the back of my hands, I slowly rubbed the sleep away from eyes when I felt about okay. When I finally was able to open my eyes, I stared at the ceiling for a couple of seconds before something dawned on me. The ceiling I was staring at looked nothing familiar to what I was used to! It looked nothing like the one in my house, Melissa’s nor grandma’s. Panicking, I darted around to check my surroundings and it looked just like a rest house. “Where the fuck am I? Didn't I go home last night?” I mumbled to myself as I sunk myself back on the bed. Suddenly,

LISTOWEL’S POV The tears continue to stream uncontrollably down my face while the water dripping from my hair mixed with the tears as if to dilute my pain. Each drop of water from the faucet that hit my skin was as painful as being beaten with a horse whip. After a while of standing in the shower, I finally made up my mind. I was going to face my fears and tell Melissa about what had happened. I know how much it will hurt her to find out, but I still have to do it. It will be better if she hears it from me than from another person. I let out a deep sigh and turned off the regulator. Grabbing my towel, I stepped out of the bathroom into my closet. In no time, I was done dressing up. I glanced at the time on my watch before grabbing my car keys to set out. I wanted to make sure Melissa would be home by the time I got there since I just realized I left that God-forsaken Mancini Mansion without my phone. It was currently 8Am and since it is a weekend, she most definitel

LISTOWEL’S POVAnxiety gnawed at me as I rode the elevator leading Melissa’s house. I was practicing in my mind how I was going to break the news to her. I ran my hands roughly through my hair as I failed to remember each rehearsed line. My chest tightened as the weight of guilt pressed on me. No matter how hard I was trying to calm myself; I couldn’t. Each time I imagined how Melissa would react when she comes to know of the truth, my heart skips a beat. As the elevator door dinged open, I let out a heavy breath before stepping out. My hands stayed put by me even as I headed to her door. My mind had suddenly turned blank and it was as if, I wasn’t the same person rehearsing my apology a few minutes ago. My fingers trembled slightly as I streched them forward to tap on the doorbell. Ring… Ring… Ring…There was no response. I repeated it for a couple of times yet the results was same. I darted at my wrist, reading time. It was exactly 10am. Why then wasn’t she at home? She alway