All Chapters of Divorced By My Ex, Married To A Billionaire.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Alexis.I leaned back in the oversized tub as warm water hugged my skin and rippled gently. Outside the window, pine trees swayed in the wind.The bath salts made everything soft. But there was a sensation curling beneath my tummy. Must be the salts and essential oils kicking in.I closed my eyes and let it bloom, and allowed the feeling to rise like a wave ready to crash as I bit my lip.My eyes flew open.I was back home in our bedroom.My arms were stretched above my head, wrists cuffed to the headboard. My thighs parted, and hips held firmly in place.My mouth was gagged. What's going on? Then I looked down and met Pierce. His eyes met mine, full of delight as he hovered between my thighs like he’d found his morning religion.Fuck sweetness!He didn’t stop. His tongue moved with unwarranted devotion, he had all morning to worship me. And judging by the handcuffs, he probably did.I squirmed in desperate need to pull him deeper. The metal clinked above my head.Pierce chuckled aga

Pierce.The sunlight poured through the massive windows of my Madrid suite, splashing a golden glow across the sleek marble floors. The meeting was still a few hours away, the business contracts neatly stacked beside my laptop, but my attention wasn’t on them at the moment.Not when my wife was back home. I leaned back on the plush armchair, one leg crossed over the other, sipping my espresso as I watched my wife move around the house from my laptop. Or more like, put on a private cleaning show. She was wearing one of my shirts. It was loose and oversized on her, with those sexy tiny shorts she seemed to love torturing me with. Her bow bounced in her hair as she twirled, mop in one hand, singing wildly off-key.“And you can call me.” She sang. That wasn’t even the right verse, but she didn’t care.Her playlist was a chaotic mix. A couple of romantic pop songs that made absolutely no sense played together. I loved when she was vibing to her music. I chuckled softly, unable to stop

Alexis.The clink of our wine glasses echoed through the room, followed by our laughter. Sierra clapped her hands, cheeks flushed from the wine. “I still can’t believe you actually flipped him off,” she said, smiling widely.“He deserved it,” I replied with a shrug, feeling the warmth of both the wine and the small victory pulsing through me.Sierra’s grin only widened. “Kevin’s face must’ve been priceless,”she added. We both laughed again, but as the noise settled, a strange quiet filled the space. I glanced down at my phone or where my phone should have been but didn’t see it. My smile dimmed just slightly.“It’s been really quiet,” I murmured, mostly to myself, but Sierra caught it.She tilted her head. “What?”She asked. I sighed. “I haven’t heard from Pierce. It’s like a brick wall.” I paused. “Do you think he misses me?”I asked. “Of course he misses you. Probably rubbing one out just thinking about you.”She assured. The image made me blush despite myself. Pierce standing i

Alexis. If someone had told me a year ago that I’d be sitting at a dinner table with mafia kings in a see-through lace dress, no less. I would’ve laughed, poured another glass of wine, and called them stupid. Yet here I was. The long mahogany dining table stretched out like something out of a classic Italian film. I wonder how much it cost, maybe billions. Even as the air conditioner hummed softly, I was melting from the inside out. The men were engrossed in something about luxury car imports and drug distribution routes. I tried to focus on the words, but my fast beating heart wouldn't let me. I could feel their presence more than hear their words. Pierce , Don Juarez, Don Nero, and Father Maxwell. The most powerful men, right in front of me. This felt oddly familiar, like some sort of déjà vu. Maybe I’d read in a book, or dreamed of in some dark, twisted corner of my mind. Should I call Sierra? Perhaps she'd tell me how to be calm in this situation. Dang it! My phone is i

Alexis.Now it was just Nero and I again.And that man didn’t blink or smile. He just watched me. I tried to shake off the nerves and did what any self-respecting woman in lingerie should do in a tense situation. I reached for a spice jar on the counter to place it on the top shelf. I couldn’t reach it since whoever designed this monstrous billionaire kitchen clearly had a vendetta against short girls. I pulled my kitchen stool and felt Nero stand close behind me. His arm extended over my head and placed the jar on the shelf. I didn’t even hear him move; he was just suddenly there. His body was rigid yet warm. He is tall enough to drown me in his presence and yes I'm standing on the kitchen stool. I wonder what sounds I'd make if he fu.cked me. A mix between a moan and cry. He seems like the hardcore type. What am I thinking?! Wrong thoughts at the wrong…He moves slightly behind me, the shift so subtle I almost don’t catch it. But I feel it.The ghost of his fingers brushing my