eighty one

Hailey's POV "I told you this was a bad idea!" I shout over the noise of the booming club speakers to the very drunk Matt, who seems to think grinding himself against a table is a good idea. Well, at least one of us is having fun. Apparently, there was a very short limit to which he could take my moping around. Hence, his genius idea to drag me to a club, claiming that "being around positive energy would help me stop thinking about Levi." Spoiler; it isn't working. We've been here for almost two hours and I'm not feeling the positive energy, nor am I forgetting about Levi. If anything, he's been at the center of my thoughts all evening, as in the last two days. My mind still refuses to leave the jerk. And it isn't helping that I've been seeing him in almost every man whose height stands at around six foot three here. I was so close to approaching a stranger just because I thought it was him. Good thing my anger was still solid enough to keep me rooted where I was. That'd h

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Eighty two

Levi's POV I've been at the club for almost an hour, waiting for Ezra. We'd agreed—more like I'd forced him to agree, to meet here so I could bore him with the story of my marital issues. But it seems like he's going to be a no-show, which means I have to drink in solitude, again. My mind is flooded with memories of the last time I'd had drinks here alone, which was only two days ago. Though I can't remember everything that happened that night, I'm sure I'd made a big mistake. One which I'm still regretting to this moment. You'd think I'd learned my lesson on drinking in public alone, but no. And I don't think I have to feel bad about anything this time. Because if there's anything Hailey's exit and avoidance has said, it's that we're done. I'd been calling for hours, but she kept avoiding me. I sent texts, which she ignored. I even sent the longest voice note I'd ever had to make in my life, only for it to be ignored also. She simply didn't care.I was counting on the emotions I

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Eighty three

"Sorry I'm late, man," a voice I never thought I'd be more eager to hear, cuts in.Ezra. About fucking time. If he hadn't shown up when he did, I don't know what I'd have done next. Honestly, I'm not even sure why I'd remained seated when I should've left the moment she'd approached me. "I had some things to handle at work and it took longer than I'd planned," Ezra said, waving his dead phone at me. "Would've texted, but this thing's useless now." For a guy who runs a security company, you'd think he'd know better than to let his phone die without backup.Charlotte clicks her teeth behind me. "Can't you see we were talking?" Ezra raises an eyebrow. "And you are?" "I'm—" "Leaving," I cut, my tone final. "She's leaving.""But I wasn’t done talking to you." Her voice takes on a desperate, whiny edge. "I could give you a much better time than she ever would, Levi."At first, I thought it was jealousy. But no, it's deeper than that. The hatred she has for Hailey must run deep it’s ma

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Eighty four

I remain at the bar for a few more minutes before admitting that being out has done nothing to help me. If anything, it’s made me realize just how much I miss the nights I spent at home with Hailey. Some were uncomfortable and full of arguments, yes. But most were cozy, and dare I say... domestic. I leave through the club’s backdoor, not in the mood to push through sweaty bodies and suffocating noise. The cool air outside hits me like a breath of relief, and I linger for a while, enjoying the breeze.I'm alone until the door creaks open and someone steps out. It's too dark to take make out any particular features, but I can it's a woman. And she's alone. Not good. It's not safe to be out in these kinds of places alone, especially as a woman, and definitely not in the barely-there dress she's wearing. I don't think she realizes it, but everything about her right now is basically beckoning perverts. She doesn’t even seem to notice me, too focused on looking around for something. Or

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Eighty five

"I was with Matt," she whispers. I don't miss the use of past tense. "Was? Where's he now?" "He left, I think. We had an argument... I said some things I shouldn't have." Her voice cracks. My frown deepens. "That's still not a reason for him to leave you alone in a place like this. What if—" "Stop acting so worried over me, okay?" She snaps, angrily wiping her eyes. "As you can see, I'm fine. I can take care of myself. I don't need you worrying about me now."That line again. That fucking "I can take care of myself" shit she pulls out every time. Have I ever said she couldn’t? No. I know she's more than capable of doing that, but I don't need a damned reminder every time I try to watch out for her. Like she thinks I'm questioning her strength. I'm not. I count to ten in my head before responding. "Did you drive here?" She shakes her head."How were you planning to get home?""Uber." She shrugs. Seeing her like this, I can't help but feel some anger at Matt. Even if his anger

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All Chapters of Contract Marriage With My Ex's Boss: Chapter 81 - Chapter 85

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