All Chapters of My Ex Cheated, So I Got Hotter!: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

CHAPTER FORTY ONE: THE BIG, BAD DRAGON AND HIS GOOD GIRLZOEY———As always, I went for the option with a lesser sense of reasoning. The one I was bound to regret later. Wrapping up arms around him, I tiptoed and planted another kiss on his lips. But he did not kiss me back. Not yet. Instead, he broke away from the kiss again, much to my disappointment.Before I could ask why, he’d lifted me from the ground with terrifying ease, into his strong muscular arms. My legs wrapped around him on instinct, a moan clawing out of my throat when his hips pressed into mineWith only a few steps, he carried me to the bed, dropping me onto the sheets with a dominance that should have made me furious. It did. But it also made heat coil low in my stomach, pooling hotter and hotter.He pulled back just enough to strip his shirt off. And that was when my breath hitched. Just like the first day I’d watched him undress through his window.My eyes locked on the dark ink etched along his skin, finally get

CHAPTER FORTY THREE: LUST-STRIKEN INSOMNIA ALEX———Two hours.Two fucking hours and sleep was nowhere close.I lay shirtless on the bed, eyes glued to the ceiling, frustration simmering beneath my skin. My thoughts kept circling back to Camille. That infuriating, impossible woman who’d taken over my entire headspace. Like always, she’d invaded my mind, but tonight it was worse. We were breathing the same air under the same roof.“Fuck,” I muttered, dragging both hands through my hair before sitting up on the edge of the bed. If I stayed like this, I was going to lose my goddamn mind.Warm milk. That might help. I remembered she had some in the kitchen.That thought was enough to get me moving, feet padding quietly across the floorboards, down the staircase. But halfway through the living room, I stopped.The glow of the TV painted the dark room with shifting colors, and I caught sight of her. Camille.Sprawled across the couch like a scene from a forbidden dream, head nestled aga

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE: THE BIG MAN IS A VIRGIN BOY PT2ALEX——— She was scorching hot. And her walls gripped my finger so tight it made my whole body shudder like I’d never known before.I kept my gaze locked on her slick, pink heat as I drove my finger in and out, slow at first, then deeper, harder. Camille’s breath broke into soft moans as she arched off the couch, pushing against me, begging without words for more.My eyes roamed over her again in quiet appraisal of her beauty. Her breasts—round, perfect, bouncing with every breath. Her stomach, flat and tight, her waist cinched, hips wide and deadly. Skin smooth as silk, her face flushed in pink, lips parted, eyes hazy and barely open.She didn’t look real. She looked like a fucking goddess spread out in front of me. And it made my cock ache so hard against my zipper I thought I might rip through it.As if she could read my mind, Camille’s gaze dropped to the bulge straining in my pants. That teasing, wicked smirk curved on her damp

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN: A SECOND ENCOUNTERZOEY———Camille absentmindedly tore into her flaming hot wings and roasted potatoes like they were her personal enemies, while I sat primly with my small bowl of oatmeal topped with fruits and nuts. All the good, clean stuff. A picture-perfect pre-Pilates meal.Christian had already called the production house earlier, telling them I wouldn’t be showing up today because he “needed my help with a client.” Translation: he needed me in his bed. After hours of back-to-back rounds with him, I actually had time to breathe. With nothing else on my schedule, I figured I might as well hit Pilates. Which was why I’d stopped at a restaurant near Camille’s hospital to eat with her during her break before heading to class. I was already in my Pilates outfit, all snug leggings and tank top.But our little lunch date was quite awkward. We ate in silence, the kind of silence that clung to your skin and made you itch. Made me wonder if she was hiding something

CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT: FATHER’S LOSSCHRISTIAN———“AFTER ACCUSING AN INNOCENT CO-WORKER OF DESTROYING HER MARRIAGE, ESTRANGED WIFE OF HOLLYWOOD DIRECTOR CHUCK GILBERT IS RUMORED TO BE HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH FLUX STUDIO HEAD, CHRISTIAN GALLO. MAYBE THE OLD SAYING IS TRUE: ACCUSERS ARE OFTEN THE GUILTY ONES.” Signed, Everybody Loves Patricia.My jaw clenched as the video played, displaying Zoey, Scarlett, and her friend locked in a heated scene on my phone screen.I’d warned Scarlett to stay the hell away from Zoey. Yet here she was again, orchestrating situations that’ll make her appear like the victim while making Zoey look like the evil one. Her best card. Rage burned through me. My grip on the phone tightened until my knuckles turned white. My mind flashed back to our last call, barely an hour ago. Zoey’s silence finally made sense. She hadn’t been quiet because she had nothing to say—she’d been with Scarlett. That was how Scarlett overheard me.My thumb hovered over Zoey’s name, rea