Todos os capítulos de Goodbye Ex, Go to Hell!: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Lucy’s POVEven if I decided that it's okay to trust someone else enough to give them my heart again in the near future, I'd have to look for someone who is fine with adopting. For now, though, my parents' company and learning how to run it are going to be my children.“I think I’ll have another drink,” I say.“Lucy, I don’t think you should …”“It’s okay, Nathan. I’ll simply sleep it off. You did say we didn’t have to be out until later in the afternoon, not so?”“Yes, but work’s not the reason why I'm concerned. If you continue drinking that much and so fast, you're going to get the hangover from hell.”“Oh, I don’t mind. A hangover from hell doesn’t hold a candle to the amount of pain I’ve had to endure in my life. I’ll simply keep some aspirin or something else handy for when I wake up in the morning, and don’t worry, I’ll be ready for the meeting when it’s time.” I say jokingly, but Nathan doesn’t smile.Nonetheless, I pour myself another glass of drink, and sip it slowly this ti

Lucy’s POVMy head is pounding so badly that it feels like there are tens of thousands of troops marching to battle inside it, even without me opening my eyes. It is no less than I deserve, after the stunt I pulled last night.What was I thinking, drinking myself to a stupor the way I did last night, and in front of Nathan, too? I know he's the chillest boss on the planet, but that doesn't mean I get to behave any way I want without thinking about the consequences.We're on a business trip, for goodness' sake, and not a vacation. However, that’s not even the worst of it. The worst part was that I shamelessly came on to him … and he turned me down.Just thinking of it nearly causes me to groan out loud in shame, but I stop myself from doing so just in time.Any sudden noise is going to worsen my headache, and besides, I’m not ready to face Nathan just yet, so I’m just going to lie here and pretend that I'm still sleeping, or better yet, pretend that I'm dead.I’m in Nathan’s room, and

Lucy’s POV“I don’t know if you remember this, but last night, you asked me a question. You asked me if I didn’t like you enough to kiss you. Well, I'm going to answer that question now. I want you to know that the only reason I pulled away from you last night was because you were inebriated, and I wasn’t sure if you kissed me due to that, or because you wanted to. So, now, I have a question of my own for you. Did you want to kiss me? Are you attracted enough to me to do it if you're sober, or was it just the alcohol that was making you do it?” Nathan asks me, his expression serious.The entire speech and question throws me off guard, because I didn’t think he would address it, but it also exhilarates and excites me, and I give him my undivided attention.“No, it wasn’t the alcohol, Nathan. I wanted to kiss you. I’ve been wanting to do that, as well as other things that I won't mention to you for a while now, but I refused to tolerate such thoughts because I thought you and Diane were

Lucy’s povRight from the first time I kissed him, I knew that Nathan was one talented hell of a man and a perfect gentleman, and he’s just proved it by selflessly making me cum until I can swear I saw stars.So now, it’s my turn to pleasure him. I take a moment to admire his perfect body, wondering to myself how only one man can have it all. He’s handsome as hell, rich, tall, and successful.No wonder he’s known as the most eligible bachelor in our city. It’s so surprising that he’s not a playboy with all his attributes, like most young men in his position would be, and I sure respect him for it.I take his warm, throbbing dick in my hands, and feel it jerk. He’s a well-endowed man, on top of everything else. Yeah, Nathan is definitely one of God's favorites.“Lucy …” He groans, propping himself up on his elbows and looking at me with half-lidded eyes. It’s my turn to tease him the way he did to me earlier.“Shhh …” I whisper sensually, letting go off his dick and climbing up his bod

Amy's POV “Little Richie Rich.” He sneers in a way that is unbecoming of a thirty-five-year-old man. It’s obvious that he’s jealous of the other man, as he should be. Nathan Adams has his life together and is a thousand times more successful than Austin can ever hope to be, despite the fact that he is a good three years younger than Austin at thirty-two years old. “Yeah, the little Richie Rich, who is filthy rich and has several successful companies that are raking in even more money for him on an hourly basis. What about him?” I point out, and Austin’s scowl grows deeper, until his eyebrows are all but touching each other. “Oh, please. It wouldn’t have been possible with his daddy’s money.” I burst out laughing at this because it’s a clear-cut case of the pot calling the kettle black, and it isn’t even true, anyway. Just this afternoon, I did my research on Nathan Adams and found out that he had built his company all by himself, even though his parents are rich. He didn’t inhe