DIVORCED: MY EX HUSBAND WANTS ME BACK のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

CiaraTime passed by more slowly than I'd expected. It could be perhaps I wasn't used to not doing anything and Jonathan wasn't still home yet so I'd told Roxi to push our get-together to now--if they were all free-- and fortunately, they were."I'm definitely needing a strong drink" Roxi announces, strolling in with a bottle of whiskey in her hands. "I took your advice to talk to Fredinard and apparently now, we're dating"Ciel followed suite behind Roxi as she supported Becky whom was seated on a wheelchair in. She gasped in shock. "You're dating someone?. And not just anyone but Ciara's brother?"Looking down at Becky, she inquires. "Did we spend years at the hospital, babe?"Becky shrugs."I'm just as lost for words as you are. I mean, that guy is a Ciara 2.0. One Ciara is already a pain in the butt yet Roxi goes ahead and snag herself another""Shut it, Becky" I warn glancing at Jen who was still standing outside my lawn. "Aren't you going to come in?"Jen pouts."Can I bring littl

Jonathan"Come right this way, please" Hakkaih, the receptionist of Roxi's store says as she leads both Ciara and I to where our wedding dresses were kept. Few weeks after I'd proposed to Ciara, Roxi had called us to come in for our wedding dress fitting. So, here we were in Roxi's shop. "Please sit" Hakkaih says, gesturing us down onto a couch as soon as we got to the dressing room. Doing as she'd said, Ciara grabs onto my hands. "I'm nervous""Honestly, me too""Who would like to test out their dresses first?" Hakkiah asks. "I would" Ciara confirms. "Then, please come with me"Slowly, Ciara let go off my hand as she follows Hakkaih into the dressing room. Glancing around, I see a magazine right across from me. Picking it up, I get myself preoccupied with the various designs in it as I waited for Ciara to step out of the dressing room. My phone rang; it was dad. Ever since that day we'd talked, dad tried his possible best to call me whenever he had the chance. "Hey, son. How

Ciara Jonathan hungrily captures my lips as he rises up to his feet; pressing my back against the mattress. I could taste whiskey off tongue and damn, it was enough to intoxicate me. Pulling Jonathan slightly away from me, I tried to catch my breathe. "I can't breathe, Jonathan""You were the one who asked me to worship you""Still.." Jonathan rolls off me, moving towards the empty seat at the edge of the bed. Was he angry with me?. "Why are you sitting so far away?" I asked."I want us to play a different game, Ciara"Game?. "What game?"Jonathan slides his trousers down the length of his leg as he frees his erect c*ck out from his briefs. Licking his lips, he begins to touch himself. Jonathan always had a knack of surprising me in bed. I guess this time, the alcohol made him bolder. A deep throaty moan escapes his lips as he probes. "Touch yourself, Ciara"I shake my head in disagreement. Jonathan was drunk. I wasn't. There's no way, I would willingly touch myself sober. "I

Alena "CONGRATULATIONS!" I, Clara, Maxton and Kassai chants in father's chicken restaurant as we make a toast, clinging our glasses against one another's. Maxton and Kassai were friends I'd managed to make back at the police academy. I'd once caught them trying to speak out after night hours. They'd tried to butter up to me to get me not to sell them out to the leaders in charge and from there on out, we just clicked. Finally, after so much training; we were now rookie cops. It felt like a dream come true. Dad approaches our table with a bucket of chicken wings. "Congratulations, sweetie"After Dad and Ciara got married, they moved out of the house into a new place closer to the restaurant. It meant now that I was done with training, I'd be the only one home when I returned. It was lonely to think of. "Thanks, Dad. How is Mom holding up?"Dad chuckles. "Your mom always feels her water is going to break everytime. I feel like I'm going to have an heart attack one day"I laughed.

Alena"Alena!. Hey, earth to Alena!" Maxton calls, waving his hands infront of my face; snapping me out from my thoughts. Maxton and I were assigned to patrol the same area. We decided to stop to grab a bite to eat which I didn't turn down since I was hungry ever since my morning jog. We took a quick stop to BAMBI'S BQ where we ordered an hamburger and a milkshake. Then we sat at the bench outside the restaurant to eat. While Maxton ate, I was lost in thoughts because of him. And by him, I meant Asher. Why was he being so persistent around me?.And that offer to kiss me. What in the world was he thinking?.I'd called Clara last night asking why she hadn't told me Asher would be returning from the states last night but she was surprised to hear that her brother was back from me. Moreover, she informs me that Asher wasn't supposed to be back from the states till next week and that made me worried a bit. Perhaps, did something happen to him when he was there?. Maxton groans. "You'r