All Chapters of Married to my Ex-Fiance's Boss: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Claire.It was only after a while that I realized the enormosity of what I had done and how urgent ig was for me to take back my words and place everything in their right position.Why had I been so rash? I pondered heavily, my heart racing and head aching with the remembrance of my cold, unfeeling words to Carlo. I was sure he meant no harm, I confirmed sadly and embarrassingly, feeling ice cubes of regret temporarily block my air pipe.Why then had I been so worked up about everything? I shouldn't have been that quick, I felt the regret shift from my air pipe down to my stomach, sending shocks of pain upwards to my heart.I should've at least reasoned with him and resolve the issues amicably. That way I would still be with him how, and not feel very hollow and empty with his absence.Yes, my anger towards him an his grandfather was justified, but I shouldn't have taken things that far especially when I knew I was going to marry into his family and how much dear he was to me.Lettin

Claire.Feeling very bored and lonely, I picked up my phone to call Penny again, for her to keep me company and out me up to date with her useful and spicy gists.Since our call had been drastically disrupted by Carlo then, we, or rather I, had not had the chance to call and apologize for my rudeness. Not that it was something so blown-out-of-proportion that I needed to die for in apology nor was it something she was sure to keep in her heart against me.It was just a burden I had to bear; my responsibility to apologize. It was all on me even when she had not even made any effort to call back or ask what the issue had been.With the thought, came another one that was painful to even entertain in my head. The thought that she could have discarded our friendship and not counted me as someone important again.That would explain the long silence between us and everything. But still, I, too, had not played a good part in it as I had not regarded, God knows, I had totally forgotten about Pe

Giancarlo.As we prepared for the journey, with me sitting rather trap-like in grandpa's convoy, my head reeled with many thoughts and my heart thumped with the velocity and hardness of my uneasiness.The uneasiness that went from my skull down to my spinal cord and back again to where it came from. It was a particular feeling that was very unexplainable. I just couldn't put a hand to it.Something just didn't feel right. I felt it in the pit of my stomach and God help me, it felt like something dangerous was about to happen, something as bad as death.Goosebumps sprouted from my skin, more from the thought than the car air conditioner that made even breathing, very difficult.“Was everything right? Could my intuition be taking seriously? Or should I ignore them?” I thought inwardly as I felt a nagging in my chest that wouldn't go away nor dull in its ache. It was so strong in its hit that I could bet that I had heard its giant bruck thud inside of me.I didn't feel like myself. My mo

Giancarlo.All through the journey, my mind wasn't at rest. It was compressed with worries and pains and regrets that were fighting hard to cloud my entire being.Had Elizabeth contacted her? I wondered anxiously, my heart pressed down hard with the thought of anything going wrong.Had Elizabeth seen her? Why hadn't she contacted me? Worry plucked needle-like in my throat, drying it and hinting at a promise of a sore throat.Was Clear alright? My chest banged hard inside me, in reply as I didn't cease to keep thinking and rethinking about everything and how much I wanted things to go smooth and without problems.But no, the universe had different plans for me. It wanted me to suffer much of the sins that I never even remembered commiting and not having any break nor breathing space.To make matters worse, Claire wasn't still picking her calls and the calls kept slipping into voicemail, same as Elizabeth’s own.Was Claire really alright? I thought for the millionth time, my eyes feelin

Elizabeth. Lorenzo's hands were very familiar with all the places that mattered in my body. All the nooks that meant so much to me and that I never knew they could mean so much and would make me so whole and satisfied, were touched and noticed wholeheartedly, given the spotlight to thrive in my mind.He was skilled like a master, hands touching and smooching and igniting fire in the parts his hands vacated. How was he so good? I wondered ethereally, basking in the glory of past memories, my heart fluttering with joy and my senses happy with the remembrance.The sex was so revitalizing that instead of moaning, I cried, feeling so out of reality and in space and judging that the sweet sensations that was too strong to not be cried over.No one had ever touched me like that. I had never connected with anyone during kissing before and so his hands on my body and his dick inside me, felt divine and ethereal, filling me up and making my first time, beautiful and long lasting.Oh, and kiss