All Chapters of My Ex Cheated, So I Got Hotter!: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: YIN AND YANGCHRISTIAN———Now that I was this close to her, close enough to feel her breath brush my chin, I took her in again. And for the thousandth time, I confirmed it.It was her.The same woman who had caught my eye that night in a sea of half-naked dancers. The same woman who’d moved like a trained temptress on that stage.And yet… this was also Zoey Anderson.Awkward. Shy. Clumsy. Dressed like a woman twice her age. A woman who let people push her around, who stuttered and fumbled through life.How could both versions exist in one body?I blinked, and my memory dragged me back to that night. Her soft giggles and moans as I had thrusted inside of her, filling her with my length. The way her body had welcomed me with a wildness I hadn’t expected. She wasn’t a virgin, but she had moved like a woman testing the edges of her own fire for the first time. Eager. Curious. Reckless.Even after I’d driven her home that night, she’d lingered in my head like a dangerou

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: The WEEKEND APPOINTMENTZOEY———The weekend showed up in a rush, barely giving me a chance to blink.Since Camille got stuck with an overtime shift at the hospital, I was left to tackle the Target-and-beyond mission alone—hauling in furniture, appliances, and the random ‘we need this or the house looks dead’ items.By Saturday afternoon, I was standing in the middle of my living room, hands on my hips, admiring my handiwork.“Not bad, Zoey. Not bad at all.” I said out loud, nodding proudly. We’d painted the walls a soft nude-coffee boho tone, which Camille swore was going to make the house look like an abandoned bakery. Well, joke’s on her—it looked AMAZING. My new boho-colored furniture and some artsy wall pieces tied everything together perfectly, as if I knew what I was doing all along. At the house I once shared with Chuck, we’d hired professionals to decorate. I never lifted a finger. But this one was all me. And I had never felt more like a functioning adult

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: A LITTLE ZIPPER SITUATION ZOEY———“What’s the emergency?”I almost jumped out of my skin when Mr. Gallo’s voice came from outside the curtain. My heart skipped so hard I swore it would break out of my chest. Yes, I had been the one to call him, but I didn’t actually expect him to show up. Maybe I thought he’d just send one of the sales girls in… not come himself.“Uh…” I cleared my throat, heat creeping up my neck. “I’ve got a bit of a… zipper situation.”A pause. Then his deep voice came again. “Oh.” He sounded amused, as though he was already picturing it. “Want me to come help?”My breath caught. My face burned. The thought of him stepping in here, with me half-bare in this tight backless gown, was enough to make my knees wobble.“Zoey?” he said again after a heartbeat, a bit more sympathetic this time. “The attendants are busy. You need my help. I’ll shut my eyes, if that’ll make it easier.”I bit down on my lip, frustrated out of my mind. He wasn’t wrong—I wa

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: CLOTHES, HAIR, PILATES!ZOEY–——The stretch was unbearable and perfect all at once.Christian filled me to the brim, stealing every ounce of air from my lungs. My hands shot out, gripping the edge of the table to keep myself grounded as my walls clenched helplessly around his thickness.“Fuck…” he groaned against my ear, his deep voice gravel and lust. “You’re gripping me too tight, sweetheart. You’re gonna make me lose my mind.”I whimpered, my body already trembling as my pussy tried to accommodate him.Jesus Christ, he was so deep. I swore I could feel him in my stomach. Why was he so big?“Breathe, Zoey.” He whispered, nipping my earlobe before pulling out halfway and slamming back in with a force that rocked my entire body.A strangled moan flew from my throat. My hands scrambled to hold onto anything. His shoulders, the edge of the table, my sanity… but nothing worked. Every brutal thrust shattered me further.“You like that?” He growled, his hips snapping ag

CHAPTER TWENTY: FAKE PROMISES, FLAMING HOT WINGSCAMILLE———“I cannot believe you let him put his filthy hands on you.” Zoey clicked her tongue, shaking her head as she tore into a flaming hot wing like it had personally wronged her. Apparently, she’d swung by the same restaurant I’d been craving wings from earlier, on her way to the hospital, knowing how much I loved those flaming hot wings. Only to walk in on the whole messy Mason situation, and then going full action-hero-meets-wildcat mode on him. Hair grabbing. Groin kicking. She even bit him on the arm. Poor guy barely had a second to defend himself before my colleagues pulled her off. Mason had then stumbled back, clutching both his groin and his freshly branded bite mark, muttering that we’d hear from him soon before limping away like the wounded villain that he was.As much as I’d been grateful Zoey showed up just in time, I’d also been worried she might’ve overheard more than I wanted her to. But judging from her current