Semua Bab Ex-Husband, Beg Me!: Bab 61 - Bab 70

A simple kiss turned into something mind-blowing. Clarissa tried to pull away but Lucas didn’t let go. He recaptured her lips in a hot kiss which eventually led to her giving him a blowjob and him rewarding her with a mind blowing orgasm against the table. Clarissa felt torn as if she had been pounded and brushed by a truck. She was worn out.Once done, Lucas wrapped her with a thick blanket and wiped the table that was covered with their cums. Clarissa bit her lower lip as she watched him clean up their mess. They had done it on the couch and on top of the desk that was once covered in books—books that were trashed on the floor by them.“Kai’s assistant would be bringing your dress any moment from now,” Lucas said as he dropped the last book on the table. He walked towards the mini-bed at the end of the wall where Clarissa lay.“Why?” Clarissa asked, clutching the blanket around her tightly. She was naked underneath that thick blanket because a certain someone was too impatient and

“You have something to say to me??” Lucas asked, deadpan. The night shadow blurred his face a little. But his expression was tight as he stared at Charlie. Charlie smirked, shrugging nonchalantly. “Umm. Let’s say I’m surprised that you’re still alive and breathing.” Lucas raised a brow. “You did it.” Charlie smiled, not saying another word. His hands were tucked into his pants pocket as he stared at Lucas. Waiting for what he would do next. Lucas sighed, his eyes wandered the dark environment as he took a step near Charlie. Standing a foot away from him, Lucas finally placed his gaze on him. His face was blank as he ‘helped’ fix Charlie’s collar. “You know, uncle…” he began. Charlie’s jaw tightened. Lucas remained focused as he arranged Charlie’s collar. “You do the most insane stuff. Makes me wonder if you’ve not yet learnt your lesson.” He patted Charlie’s shoulders as if he were dusting off an invincible dirt. Charlie tensed a little. Lucas smiled warmly. “Now, I ju

"Clarissa, I understand that you're mad at me for whatever thing I've done to you but look at your mother...." Easton stepped forward, his brows joined as he lectured Clarissa. "She's asking for your forgiveness." Clarissa smiled coldly. Her eyes sparkled in hate as she scoffed loudly. "And who are you to lecture me??" Lucas stepped closer to her, his face had turned rigid as he stared at Easton. Pinning him down. Easton shifted in his standing position, his hands rolled into loose fists as he said. "I know you're upset—but this?? This is too far!" He threw Lucas a skeptical look before turning to face Clarissa again. "You really do not have to hook up with another man to get me jealous." Clarissa grimaced at his shamelessness. She felt bemused as she stared at him, watching him talk nonstop. "We can talk things out. Just leave him." Mia stepped forward and tugged at Easton's sleeve. "What are you saying??" She whispered, her voice was a little hard. Easton's gaze remained on

Clarissa's lips curled into a sweet smile as she stared at the lone figure sitting outside the cafe, sipping from a large glass cup. Easton looked rather....miserable. Dressed in all black outfit with a baseball cap as if trying to hide his face from the public in fear of them noticing and coming over to curse him. Clarissa stepped out of the cab, paid the driver, and walked straight to the cafe, pretending to be just another random customer, stopping by to grab coffee. She was almost a few steps away when her phone began to vibrate, disrupting her plans. She grumbled as she fished out her phone from her bag. She glanced at Easton before turning around, her back turned to him as she answered the call. "Hey." "Hello, girl." 'Okay..' Clarissa sighed. The right person called at the wrong time. But she mustered up a forced smile. "Hey, Isabella." "Oh, you still remember my name." Isabella rushed out but the phone was snatched from her. Clarissa massaged her head. Alissa's voice ca

"I can't believe you'd fall for something like this! Do you think Clarissa would be willing to help you??" Mia pointed at herself in rage. "And help me??" Easton wiped his face with the hand towel, cleaning the water he used to wash his face. "She offered to help. I was surprised too but what if she's genuine??"Mia scoffed loudly, folding her arms across her chest. "It seems you forgot how we ended things with her?? It was on the wrong note! She hates us, Easton. All of us." Easton slammed the towel into the sink and retorted. "I know. I know." He ran his finger through his hair while exclaiming. "But what can we do?? We are in a deep mess. I fear that I'll be getting sacked tomorrow and you...you can't even leave the house because of your fans."A growing tension filled the room. Mia couldn't say a word. Easton continued to bicker with her. "This is the only way. Since the public had already painted her as the victim. The victim can only help us out of this shit. So... let's choos