Semua Bab The EX-Wife Returns : Bab 51 - Bab 59

"Are you all this stupid or just pretending to be?" Selene snapped, waving a silver stiletto heel in the air like a weapon. "I said sky blue, not this washed-out turquoise mess! Are you blind or just useless?" The young salesgirl trembled, clutching a rack of designer shoes. "I-I thought this was the color you meant, ma'am. It was under the blue section." "Do I look like someone who shops from the 'blue section'? God, are you new here?" Selene's voice was sharp enough to slice through marble. "I'm really sorry,-" "Oh Shit." A composed male voice interrupted. The store manager, a short woman in a navy suit and thinning hair, stepped forward quickly, her expression one of well-practiced humility. "Miss Selene, I deeply apologize for the inconvenience. This is completely unacceptable. Brenda, you're dismissed for now." "B-but—" "Now," the manager emphasized, and the girl scurried away. Selene crossed her arms. "You people have no clue who you’re dealing with. I’m already late and

Vanessa didn’t hesitate. “Please, Vincenzo,” she begged. “Please cum in my mouth. I want it. I need it.” Vincenzo chuckled. “That’s my good little slut. Now, suck.” Vanessa took his cock back in her mouth, sucking him eagerly, her eyes on his as she begged him for his cum. He thrust into her mouth, fucking her face hard. “Yeah, that’s it. Suck it good. Make me cum, you fucking whore. Make me cum down that pretty little throat.” Vanessa obeyed, her tongue swirling around him as she deep-throated his cock. Vincenzo groaned. “Fuck, yeah. Just like that. Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Get ready, slut. Get ready to swallow it all.” Vanessa moaned, taking him as deep as she could, her throat ready for his cum. Vincenzo thrust into her mouth one last time before he exploded, his cum shooting down her throat. Vanessa swallowed it all, her eyes locked on his as she drank every last drop. “Fuck, that was awesome” Vincenzo panted, pulling his softening cock from her mouth. Vanessa smiled. “It was""Y

Killian paused. He took a long drag, eyes narrowed. “She’s not here for Damien’s sake. Her intentions are different.” “I thought the same thing,” Mateo said. “But it feels off.” Killian let the smoke trail from his lips. “Accept the appointment. I’ll meet her tomorrow.” Mateo stiffened. “Boss, I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” Killian’s tone turned cold. “Do what I ask you, Mateo.” Mateo bowed slightly. “Yes, Boss.” Killian tapped the ash into a nearby tray. “If that’s all, you can leave.” Mateo turned and left without another word. Killian leaned back in his chair, the cigarette burning slowly between his fingers. The silence wrapped around him like a blanket, but his thoughts were loud. He didn’t trust Selene. He didn’t trust Damien either. But most of all, he didn’t trust Vincenzo. The man had always played dirty, but now he was out in the open,and he knew Calla existed. He would never forgive himself if she got dragged into this mess. The ghosts fro

She couldn’t lie. Not when every part of her was screaming for him, aching for his touch. “I need you,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. His mouth crashed against hers then, a kiss that was all hunger and possession. His hands found the lace of her panties, ripping them aside with a growl. “Please,” she whispered against his lips. “Now, Killian.” He fumbled with his belt, his breath ragged. “You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about this all day.” She kissed him hard, her hands gripping his hair. “Then don’t make me wait any longer.” He groaned, lifting her slightly to slide his cock into her wet heat. She gasped at the intrusion, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Is this what you wanted?” he growled, thrusting into her hard. “To be fucked against the wall of my office, where anyone could hear you moan?” She bit her lip, unable to form words as he drove into her relentlessly. His name was on her lips, a desperate chant that echoed in the room. “A

Killian woke up the next morning with the kind of headache that felt like a punishment. The light seeping in through the blinds only made it worse. Without looking, he reached for the locker beside him and found exactly what he expected, a cup of water and a small bottle of hangover pills Mateo had definitely left there. “Mateo,” Killian muttered under his breath with a smirk before swallowing the pills and downing the water. He pushed himself up, went to the sink, splashed cold water on his face, then stared at his reflection for a second too long. He looked like a man who didn’t sleep enough… because he hadn’t. When he stepped outside, Mateo was waiting, leaning against the car. “Morning, boss,” Mateo said, opening the door. Killian walked through the hallway, the mafia crew already lined up. “Morning, boss!” they shouted in unison, bowing slightly. He gave them a curt nod. “At ease.” Mateo drove him home in silence, knowing better than to ask about the night before.