Todos os capítulos de AFTER MY EX-WIFE : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Alex The crowd erupted in cheers as Camilla took the platform, commanding attention with such ease that everyone was taken by surprise. Her voice was solid, her motions confident, and her interaction with the crowd was nothing short of captivating. She had the kind of presence that could persuade even the most dubious individual to believe what she said. As I observed her, a whirlwind of emotions raged within me. Camilla wasn't just introducing a product; she was demonstrating her intellect. The laughter she elicited with her opening introduction rippled around the room, lightening the formality of the occasion. But it wasn't just her charm that drew the audience in. It was the way she described the goods, her words full of passion and purpose. I admired her for more than just her skills. My gaze concentrated on her had a highly personal quality to it. That grin, the way she motioned while speaking reminded me of the woman I had lost years ago as a result of my reckless desires.

Alex I sat across from Camilla and stealing glances at her while she slept. Her head was slightly cocked to the side, and her dark hair framed her lovely face. Even while sleeping, she looked beautiful—calm and peaceful, as if she was free of all worries. I couldn't help but observe her. It was an opportunity to see her this way, without her guard up. She was always so collected and determined to keep things between us totally professional. But, in this calm moment, she appeared different—vulnerable but unreachable. The jet was carrying us to Washington, where we had been invited by Isabella Montgomery, the founder of Montgomery Enterprises. Isabella was more than simply a billionaire; she was one of the country's most powerful women. She approached me at my product launch, expressing her desire to work with me. She sent me an invitation less than two days later, insisting that we come right away. This opportunity had the potential to completely transform my company, and I wasn

Alex The storm outside mirrored the one inside my chest. Thunder echoed through the night as I lay in bed, staring at my room's ceiling. Rain pounded against the windows, heavy and unrelenting, like the thoughts racing through my mind. I could not sleep. I ran my fingers through my hair, annoyed. Camilla's presence in the next room hung over me like a heavy chain. Knowing she was so close but felt so far away was heartbreaking. I tried to talk to her, apologize, and make her understand, but she always shut me out. Maybe she was right. I had broken her in ways I didn't think I could ever make up for. But I wasn't the man I once was, and I wanted—need—to show her that. Lightning flashed outside, briefly lighting the room. I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed, bare feet on the icy floor. My chest clenched with a frantic, gnawing pain. I couldn't simply lie here. I took a big breath and stood, padding out into the common area. The room was poorly lit, with the

Camilla. I felt his breath on my lips. He knelt between my legs and looked down at me, his eyes glowing. I am interested and fascinated as I watch."Please fuck me, Alex."He raises his eyebrows and moves his hand up and down his fantastic length.I am simply a ball of sexual, stressed, and need. He peered down at me for a time, as if calculating my desire, before grabbing me and flipping me over. It caught me by surprise. Before I could answer, he thrust inside me. I yelled out in response to his abrupt thrusting, and I came instantly again and again, breaking apart beneath him as he continued to crash gloriously into me. He didn't stop. I was finished. I loved it. And he pounded on and on... then I was building again.Alex had a nice attitude.My body convulsed around him as I climaxed again, yelling out his name. I shattered again into small bits, while Alex stayed still, finally letting go and softly finding his release. He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard.I laid on the

AlexShe pulled the room door open without speaking, allowing it to swing close behind her. I caught it before it closed fully and followed her inside. Camilla walked straight to the couch and dropped herself upon its edge with a stiff motion. She crossed her arms again, her fingers grabbing her sleeves as if bracing for a blow. Her eyes was concentrated on a faraway location, her expression opaque yet heavy with thought. I paused near the door and watched her. She didn't recognize my presence as she moved her head slightly away. I took a breath and stepped closer, each movement slow and deliberate. The cool floor muffled my footfall, but I could feel the space between us. When I got close enough to talk, I stopped and kept my voice low. "Camilla, please listen to me." Her body tensed slightly, but she did not glance at me. The silence extended, dense with tension, and her only reaction was a tiny twitch of her fingers against her arm. "There's nothing to talk about," she st