Todos los capítulos de Dear Ex-husband, I Don't Love You Anymore : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

The guards don't ask any questions as I hand over my card. They open the door and let me in without even glancing at it. It's a very tall iron gate, I could see nothing but taller trees as I drove into the large compound. The valet stood by the fountain and I climbed down the car to hand over my cars. “Welcome sir,” a man said walking over to me. His hair was slicked back and his eyes were dead, a sign that he had seen and done dirty things. A sign that his soul was begging to be put to rest and a sign that he belonged to the Vow. He didn't offer me any other greeting and I nodded at him and followed him to a dimly lit hallway.The mansion was large, and finely decorated. There were guards at every corner, holding rifles.“What's the event?” I asked as multiple visitors trooped into the building. “It's a party.” the man said, his tone was clipped as he led me to the ballroom…There were seats gathered around a small stage. Men and women rushed to take their seats. Each and every

The room I am being detained in is almost empty. The only furniture is the chair I'm sitting on and the iron table in front of me. Icy air kicks at my skin from the air conditioner behind me. I rest my head on the table and bounce my legs impatiently. I had left my phone on the bed and there was no way to convince the guards to bring it to me. They wouldn't listen to me. No matter how many times I told them I was with Jaylen. I'm sore, my joints are aching and I'm drained. I've been waiting for God knows how long. I lift my head as a guard walks in, holding a bottle of water. I think he's about to give it to me but then he opens it and takes a drink. My throat is dry and I contemplate asking him for a sip. I should have drank the one they gave me before I had my freedom stripped away. They wouldn't call the police. It would be better if they called the police, I could explain myself properly then and maybe someone would be willing to listen. “Miss Diana, Adler.” he says my las

DIANA I wait and wait but I don't know what I'm supposed to be waiting for, or who. It has been almost an hour since the guard left me here or maybe it's just been a minute and I'm just over thinking. I look around the room, to see if there is somewhere I can escape from. But there are no windows. The iron door was locked, the guard made sure of it. He even teased me by challenging me to try and escape. There was no way out. A light sheen of sweat coasts my face even when the room is freezing. There is a loud groan above me and I wait, trying to listen.I heard footsteps and a door opened. I held my breath and waited… Waited for someone to return with a gun, this time aiming it at me. I'm so confused. I place my head on the desk and I cry, because there's nothing else I can do. I beg Jaylen to come, I beg him to come to my rescue. But he doesn't show up. There must be a misunderstanding somewhere. Why won't they just believe me? Why did they have to put me in this horrible pla

“It won't happen again.” I say to Diana. And it's a promise that I'm willing to keep.I've had time to analyse everything. Dan's sudden request to see me and The masked man breaking into the house to get Diana… The phone call from Diana's mother phone and the former break ins we had before we moved and I've come to one conclusion. I had too many enemies and I am too preoccupied to kill them. They would have never come this close if it weren't for the fact that I was taking out my time and trying my best to be normal for my woman. I want to be a good man, even though I have blood on my hands, I'm willing to give it up completely. I don't regret trying to fit back in with the rest of the world, I regret joining the organization years ago. “Stuff like that happens, don't beat yourself up about it, please. One time, I got stopped on the road while I was driving from one of Nathan's business functions and this guy asked me to hand over my purse. I was so terrified but that was years ag

Storm leans deeper into the kiss and she brings her hand down, and wraps her lings and slender fingers around my hardening cock. I don't believe that this is happening and I am scared of making sudden moves. I am scared that she would snap out of it and push me away in disgust. But what is worrying me more is the fact that this might actually be a dream and I would wake up tomorrow with a heart attack. She starts stroking me, from my base to my tip. I feel the blood rushing down to my groin and I pull her closer to me. I rub my tongue over her bottom lip, begging for an entrance into her sweet warm mouth. She opened it and I devoured her mouth.. I stroke her tongue with my own and I kiss her as deep as I can go. She moans as she kisses me back with as much ferocity that I'm kissing her with. “I'm willing to try and change.” she says against my lips, the words are muffled but I can make it out well I pull away from the kiss to catch my breath. Her breath is hitting my face, it's