Lahat ng Kabanata ng Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine!: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

IRIS Maverick’s voice was ice. It wasn’t teasing like before, it was just cold. The kind of cold that burned me more than fire ever could. My fingers were still hooked in the elastic of my panties, but I froze when I saw the look in Maverick’s eyes. He wasn’t looking at me with wonder, like he often did whenever I was naked in front of him. He was looking at me with… nothing. There was nothing but darkness in his eyes. Cruel, cold darkness. Had I pushed him too far this time? His fingers tightened around my wrist for a moment before he let go. He didn’t want me to move, so I didn’t. Maverick pressed the vibrating gun to my skin again. “I think I’ve let you have your way for too long, Angel,” his voice rumbled. “But not anymore.” I whimpered, arching my back when he pressed the gun to the front of my panties. “Arghh…Maverick…” “Shhhh.” He pulled it away from me. “I need you to be still for me,” he whispered. “Otherwise, I’d have to start over.” “Okay,” I whispered airily, th

IRIS “So you’re stalking me now?”Eleanor shrugged, strutting into the room and dropping her bag beside mine. She had on a blue maxi-dress that clung to her body, her blond hair was curled in waves and she had a pair of sunglasses perched on her head.My eyes darted to her stomach. She hadn’t started showing yet. But her skin was glowing and she had a wicked smile on her face. This would be her second child with Sebastian. “Who’s to say I am?” she replied, looking around the room. “Wedding preparations?”“What the hell are you doing here, Eleanor?” I asked, folding my arms.She tilted her head, tapping her finger to her chin as though she was considering my question. “Couple massage, obviously.”“What?” My brows shot up. “We’re not a couple.”She smirked. “Oh, I know. That’s what makes it fun.”I narrowed my eyes at her, ready to ask the masseuse to send Eleanor out, but on a second thought, I let her be. Eleanor was always planning something. Always up to something. Maybe this time

IRIS The moment I stepped back into the building, Chloe was all over me. “Oh my gosh, Miss Blake!” she breathed. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I thought I lost you.” I narrowed my eyes at her. She seemed too worried. Way too worried. “I’m not a child, Chloe. You can’t ‘lose me.’” Something about the wild look in her eyes made me a little wary. Why the hell was she so worried that I would disappear? That I would… run away? What did Maverick put her up to? “Are you alright, Chloe?” I asked, observing the red tinting her cheeks. “You seem a little flustered.” Chloe shook her head aggressively. “No—I mean, yes, I’m alright. It’s just… I was asked to watch you closely, and when I came out of the bathroom and didn’t see you anywhere, I thought the worst. I’m sorry.” She bowed her head as she confessed, embarrassed. I ground my teeth together so hard, they could chip away. Chloe had just confessed to being my babysitter—as directed by Maverick. The sly bastard. He’d treated

IRIS I didn’t know what was wrong with me. Didn’t know why all of a sudden, I was needy for Maverick when I was supposed to be hating him for what he did to me. But there was nothing else that I could do. Except show him how much I needed his cock right this moment. This wasn’t exactly the ideal place to fuck, but who cares? He was Maverick fucking Sinclair. He could do whatever he wanted. “It’s not exactly a big deal, Maverick,” I said, heaving a sigh. “There’s not an exact reason. And it’s just a casual dinner party. You don’t really need an excuse to throw one, do you?” Maverick tightened his grip around me. “No, I don’t.” I wanted to confess that it was Ryan who had put me up to this, but I wasn’t sure how that would go. And I had a feeling that I wasn't supposed to. Not when my daughter was involved. “Also,” I murmured. “It’ll be held in the Sinclair estate, right?” “Yeah.” Maverick tilted his head. “That’s where most parties are held.” He was hesitating. He really did

IRIS My stomach twisted. Who was he talking about? And who was Owens?Just then, Maverick turned around and saw me standing there. The only evidence of his surprise was the sleek arch of his eyebrows. “Alright,” he said, his gaze not leaving mine. “Gotta go.”He hung up, slipping the phone into his pocket as he walked toward me. “Eavesdropping, Iris?” “Not intentionally,” I replied as he opened the passenger side door for me. “You just sounded…intense.”As I slid into the seat, I spotted a dark brown envelope on Maverick’s seat, a few papers were sticking out of it, and I was about to reach for it when Maverick suddenly appeared at the driver’s seat.And in one swift move, tossed the folder over his folder into the backseat like it was nothing.My brows furrowed. “What is that?”“Work,” he said simply, adjusting his seatbelt, but something told me he was avoiding my eyes. “Nothing important.”I tilted my head as he reversed out of the parking lot. “Didn’t look like nothing,” I coul