Semua Bab His Ex Mistress, His Enemy: Bab 161 - Bab 170

His lips were still on mine when his hands began to wander. From my waist, which he already held in a firm grip, his warm palm slid upward, tracing the side of my body, already on fire, until it finally covered my breast. The touch made me gasp, a short moan escaping between our wet kisses."Quiet," he murmured against my mouth, as if he could hear the protest I hadn't even formed."I didn't say anything," I breathed, my voice ragged."You're thinking too loud. It's noisy."His thumb slowly rubbed over the peak of my hardened nipple, and my knees nearly buckled. The world narrowed to the sound of hissing water, the dizzying steam, and the sensation of Zane everywhere. In my mouth, on my skin, in the very air I breathed.He pulled his lips away for a second. He looked like something straight out of my most incomprehensible wet dream; a jawline sharp enough to cut paper, disheveled wet hair falling across his forehead, and a body so perfectly sculpted it seemed the gods had worked overt

The dinosaur T-shirt stared back at me. More accurately, the green T-Rex in sunglasses and the words DINO BUT MAKE IT FASHION stared from the chest of a three-and-a-half-year-old who had already decided he knew more about fashion than his mother.“Ash, arms up.”He lifted one arm. The other stayed glued to the expensive Lego dinosaur Zake had given him, clutched in his fist like a talisman.“Both.” I tugged the shirt. “If it’s just one, your ear is going to get sacrificed.”“But Rexie is watching, Mami.” Ash wiggled the Lego in front of my face. “Rexie wants to see me in my school clothes. He says I have to look super handsome.”“Rexie doesn’t have a voice.” I nudged the Lego down. “He is plastic.”“He has a voice in my head.” Ash narrowed his eyes. “He says your mami is noisy.”I pulled in a breath, took the Lego from his hand, tossed it gently onto the bed, then dragged the shirt down over his head before he could complain again. The T-Rex landed perfectly on his small body, his hai

ZANE POV“Efficient,” Dianna repeated, her breath still heavy. “You think this is an assembly line?”“You’re the one who said we had to be quick.” My hand slid under her shirt, finding the warm skin at her waist. “I’m just following the rules.”She snorted, but the arch of her body said otherwise. I kissed her again, deeper this time, tugging her shirt up. She helped, a little, by raising her arms. A seam ripped.“Seriously?” Dianna broke the kiss, her hazel eyes narrowing. “My favorite shirt.”“I’ll buy you a new one.” I tossed the fabric aside and pulled my own shirt over my head. “I’ll buy you a dozen.”“A dozen shirts for you to rip?”“If that’s what it takes.”Dianna muttered something about a “wasteful asshole,” but then my hand found her breast and she moaned. That sound… God, it went straight to my dick.Up close like this, Dianna was breathtaking. Her skin was warm, her eyes like aged whiskey in the morning light, her black hair fanned out across the pillow. I never got the h

The walk-in closet usually made me feel rich. Today it felt like an interrogation room.Shirt racks lined both walls, colors running from white to blue to gray. Ties hung in a neat row like defendants waiting for a verdict. I stood in the middle, bathrobe knotted tight at my waist, one hand gripping a hanger, the other tempted to cover my face with my forearm.Behind me, Zane stood in front of the full-length mirror with only a towel around his hips. His hair still dripped on his shoulders. His chest and abs were… yeah. That. An expensive washboard that could turn people atheist.He lifted a comb, dragged his hair back, then ruined the effort with his fingers.“Formal or straight out of hell?” he muttered at his reflection.“This is a divorce hearing, not a perfume campaign.” I answered without looking at him. “Pick a hairstyle that does not make the judge ask if you have an OnlyFans.”“If I did, you would be my first subscriber.”I ignored that. Focused on shirts. Focused on fabric.

Ash owned the couch like a tiny ruler just back from war.He lay on his side, dinosaur T-shirt already stained with sauce, pillows stacked into a fort, little feet kicking at the air. The iPad leaned against the armrest, Zoe’s face filling the screen.Zoe’s curls were pulled into two buns on top of her head, like two glitter bombs about to go off. Behind her I caught a slice of Zach and Krystal’s place: white walls, expensive-looking decor, and something that looked like a mini bar, way too neat for regular humans.“I chased a chicken today!” Ash announced, nose almost pressed to the screen. “A REAL CHICKEN. NOT ON TV.”Zoe studied him like a judge on America’s Got Talent.“Did the chicken cry?” Zoe asked.Ash thought about it. “It ran and its butt wiggled.”Zoe nodded, satisfied. “If it didn’t cry, you can chase it again.”“But Miss Lina got mad.” Ash twisted the corner of a pillow.“Teachers like to do that.” Zoe lifted one small shoulder, pretending to be wise. “Yesterday mine got