Semua Bab Divorced By Mistake: Reclaiming My Ex-wife : Bab 151 - Bab 160

(Ivy)I stared at the name before me, La Dolce Vita. It's the best out of the list, and my guts just feel right about this one.A smirk appears as I begin to walk my way into the club, looking incredibly sumptuous."A glass of Belvedere, please." I smile at the bartender who's staring like he's been hypnotized. I get it though, I'm a pretty irresistible thing."Sure," the bartender gives a crooked smile as he turns to follow orders.I make myself comfortable on the stool, my eyes sweeping the entire room.I sigh, no one piques my interest, just some boring jerks. I mean I'm going to get laid by one though but if I'm going to do this, then it should be worth it, somehow."Here," the bartender's voice drags my attention and I turn to meet him stripping me off with his eyes.Asshole."Thanks," I mutter half-assed, before taking the glass and gulp down half the content.But as I do so, I noticed the footsteps of someone stepping into the club, drawing the attention of all the girls in the

(Ethan)Last night, I had the most peaceful sleep ever, after several rounds, I slept off with Tricia in my arms. She felt precious in my arms, like a gem that needed to be treated with utmost care.What we shared was beyond beautiful, it was mind-blowing, she was perfect, creamy thighs, gorgeous ass, and a body that drove me insane.She made me feel like no other woman has before. Her soft body against mine, the way she readily bends to my will, her sexy as fuck moans, and the moment she took charge was the highlight of it.For the first time in so many years, I didn't just fuck, but made love to a woman.And even more, I dreamed of waking up to her beautiful face, something that's never happened before, I don't cuddle, no kissing but with her, I crossed every line.She had plaqued my senses and somehow I knew I wanted more.I stir a little, my eyes opening slowly, I get a whiff of her cologne and a smile finds it's way to my face.But then when I stretch to wrap her in my arms, I'm

(Rihanna)(Back story)"Do you really have to go?" My cousin, Dean lifts his eyebrows in question, his eyes darting on me.I exhaled slowly. "I have to, I need my mom to understand that I can run my own life, and with this new job, I can save up more for my dream career—,"Dean cuts me off sharply, rolling his eyes. "You have a job already? When were you going to tell me?"I give him a look, then a tiny smile appears. "I got the email last night, and the pay is really good," I breathed out, hoping to get through to Dean, I know he's worried sick about me.There's a brief pause and then he shifts his gaze back to me. "But you know I can give you the funds to kickoff this modelling—,"My hand goes to his shoulders, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I know," I offer an appreciative smile. "But I want to do this on my own, my mother already took everything, she has frozen up my account, she's hellbent on frustrating me back to the family business, but that's not what I want, not now, being a kn

(Rihanna)"Who the hell hired you?" He barks, his eyes fixed on me, causing me to flinch a little.His face is tight, his super intimidating eyes fixed painfully on me, his jaw set in a way that tells me that I'm in for a big trouble if I don't speak now.That's it. Breath, Rihanna and answer the damn question.I force my mouth open. "The—- the HR did, and I've been fully assessed too," I reply, struggling to keep my voice as steady as I can.As if on cue, the door slides open and Mr. Matthew, The HR scurries in, his eyes sweeping on us both, and I see the little panic in them.Like who the hell scares his staffs to this extent?Mr. Grumpy shifts his piercing gaze from me to Mr. Mathew, his eyes fierce with anger. "You hired this —--," he trails off, his eyes scanning me from head to toe, his face devoid of any emotion. "Her?"His eyes darts to Mr. Mathew, who shakes his head and replies. "No, sir. You did." He slowly looks up at him. "She's the best out of the many applicants screene

(Ethan)I drew a deep breath as I stared at the amber liquid in my glass. I had always loved club noises, but not tonight, it's hard to focus with my mind disheveled.It's been months and I still couldn't find her.Even Arthur has not been able to come up with anything either, and if he really couldn't, then it's almost impossible.His last words to me over the phone still lingers. 'whoever this is, surely doesn't want to be found, and she's a smart one'I pause, reminiscing on these words.Doesn't want to be found?What does that even mean?Every damn girl out there wants to be seen with me, to share my bed, but not her.She made that clear with the stunt she pulled.And that should have dulled my interest in her, but strangely the urge to know this woman grows with each passing day.I want her, I want more….and that's the crazy part, it's almost like there's some force pulling me to dig deeper.But then, all the hope I had on finding her died the moment Arthur said that.I feel so pa