All Chapters of My Hot Disabled Ex-Husband: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Bullshit!” he growled, glaring at her. “I’m not here to play games, Atticus. If you’re after money, you won’t get anything from me.”Her mouth fell open, but she quickly shut it, glaring back at him. “What are you even talking about, Sir? I’m just here to interview for the vacant position at your company. If you don’t want to interview me, just say so, Mr. Everette. I’ll leave. You don’t have to yell at me.”He froze, his intense gaze still locked on her. “What’s with the ‘Sir’ and ‘Mr. Everette’? Why can’t you call me by my name?”Her patience was thinning, but she forced herself to stay calm. She had to remind herself that this man was a potential employer. “Sir, let me clarify something, okay?” she said, her voice steady despite the irritation building up inside her. “I don’t know you.” She emphasized each word. “I only know that you’re the owner of this company and, if I’m lucky, my future boss. So I don’t understand why you’re acting like you know me or why you’re speaking to me

Atticus repeatedly checked Phoenix’s address on the calling card while riding the elevator to the top floor of the Buena Building. According to the card, Mr. Everette’s penthouse was on the highest level.This man is that rich, she thought.She took a deep breath and adjusted her clothes. She needed to look presentable in front of Mr. Everette. Since she was applying to be his assistant, she had to make a good impression to ensure she wouldn’t lose the opportunity.“I’ll do my best,” she muttered to herself.When the elevator doors opened to her destination, she stepped out. She couldn’t possibly get lost—there was only one door on the floor, marked with “Everette.” She knocked, and within seconds, the door opened. Phoenix Everette greeted her, shirtless, wearing only jeans, while drying his damp hair with a towel and leaning slightly on his cane.“Come in,” Phoenix said.Atticus’s lips parted slightly as her gaze dropped to the man’s stomach. Butterflies seemed to flutter wildly in h

Atticus woke up in an unfamiliar room.Panicking, she bolted upright from the soft bed and looked around the place. Where am I? she wondered. She got out of bed and nearly tripped over a backpack on the floor. As her eyes landed on the bag, memories of the past few hours came crashing back.She let out a sigh of relief when she remembered where she was. She was currently in the penthouse of Phoenix Everette, working as his helper. But why was she in the bed?The last thing she remembered was falling asleep on the sofa. Did Phoenix carry her and place her on the bed? The thought made her heart skip a beat. But she quickly shook her head and dismissed the idea. No. Maybe I just forgot that I came into the room and lay down here. She nodded to herself, agreeing with her own explanation.She picked up her backpack, placed it in the closet, and checked herself in the mirror to see if she looked presentable before heading out of the room.When she reached the living room, Atticus bit her li

Atticus still couldn’t shake off the dream she had. Every detail lingered in her mind, and the memory of Phoenix’s lips on hers sent her nerves into chaos. She couldn’t focus, completely distracted by how vivid it felt.Good God, what is happening to me?“Done?”The sudden voice startled her, causing her to drop the sandwich she was holding. Thankfully, it landed on the plate. She forced a smile, turning to face Phoenix and handing him the lunchbox containing four sausage sandwiches. “Here you go.”Phoenix accepted it with a nod. “I’m heading out.”She only managed to nod back, turning away quickly. Her heart was racing uncontrollably, and she couldn’t calm it down. She listened as Phoenix’s footsteps retreated and the door opened and shut behind him. Only then did she exhale deeply, her heartbeat finally settling.Rubbing the spot on her chest where her heart was, she muttered to herself, “Why does he affect me this much? I just met him, for Christ’s sake!”With a frustrated sigh, At

The whole dinner, Atticus was silent. Phoenix, too, would catch himself glancing at her from time to time. She gave her full attention to the food, but she couldn’t focus. The things the man said earlier kept creeping into her thoughts.“Wine, Sir?” the voice of the waiter asked.She looked up at the waiter. “Do you have something hard? Like… whiskey? Tequila? Vodka?”“We have, ma’am,” the waiter replied. He turned to Phoenix. “Sir?”Phoenix stared at her intensely before speaking. “Tequila for her. Whiskey for me.”“Is that all, Sir?”“Make it one bottle of tequila,” Phoenix added.“Yes, ma’am.”Once the waiter was gone, Phoenix gave Atticus a stern look. “Are you planning to get drunk?”“No.” She replied. “I’ll just drink.”She had always turned to alcohol when she felt down or hurt. Liquor always had the power to numb her feelings… to make her forget why her heart ached. She hoped that by drinking Tequila, she would forget the things the man said, things that were still affecting h