All Chapters of Divorce? Never Letting Go!: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Killian.“I didn't expect you'd come. You've been distant.” Damon blurted out as I plopped down beside him.Meanwhile Sebastian is oddly quiet, just sipping his drink.I sigh. “I have been busy,”“I see,” he mutters, gulping down the content in his glass. “And that's got your mom pissed. She called.”My face falls. “My mom? Why?”There's a beat of silence.I can already feel my anger brewing.“Apparently she wants me, us—,” he points to Seb, whose disinterest in this topic clearly shows. “She wants us to talk some sense into you,”My jaw ticked.Anger pricks my spine.I can't believe she's been calling everyone.Clearly being in Cambodia didn't stop her, no one can.But I will.I've had enough of her trying to run my life.“So what are you both going to do? Lecture me?” Seb finally speaks. “You need to direct that anger to the right source. Get your mom off your back and live your life.”I flip him the bird. “And you think I haven't tried?”He snorts. “Try harder. Be like me. I haven

Chloe.“Oh, honey. You're here?” My mom says with a smile as I neared the dining room.I still can't wrap my head around the fact that they wanted me home, impromptu.Then I halt.They weren't alone.A man, a woman and a guy I can't place are seated at the other side of the table and they're all looking at me.“We were just talking about you. Come and have a seat.”mom retorts, gesturing me to the chair beside her.My blood boiled, because I didn't need to be told. This was one of their too many attempts to matchmake me with the son's of their friends and business associates.I walk my way to the chair and settled in.“Chloe.” Dad starts and I swear my patience is at the last limit. “This is George, my very good friend and his wife Gina. I believe you've met Mike, their son. You both attended same college before he traveled to study abroad.”I nod, not even bothering to look at him.“Mike, this is my daughter Chloe. You both have a lot of catching up to do.”He smiled. “I've heard so mu

Tamara.I'm mad.It's the kind of anger that burns beneath the skin, smoldering through every layer.I try not to show it, to get this off my chest.But it sits there, heavy and unwavering.I don't even know why. Maybe it's because of the smug look on Gabriella. Maybe because I'm tired of the all these women degrading me to a gold-digger— Katrina and now Gabriella.Delilah is watching Gabriella and until the door closes behind her did she sit.There's a pause.“I'm sorry about that, her.” She blurted out, her eyes on me.I swallow, trying to block out the remnant of my anger.I tell myself that it's not worth it. I can't let Gabriella ruin my day like that.I swallow, shifting slightly. “It's fine, really.” I breathed out. “You wanted to talk?” I dig right into the heart of the matter.She pauses. Looks around again. Then her eyes are on me.“Yes, I do.” She puffs out a breath through her nose. “It's just — I don't know how to begin.”I cross my eyes, and try to steel myself. “Just di

Tamara.I should push him off me, stand and leave.But I don't.His hand is to back, rubbing it in soothing circles, the other hand lingers on my cheek. Then he lowers me into him, making sure I'm lying down comfortably.I let him.I shouldn't. I can't move on if I let him in like this. I know this but right now this feels good and I don't want to let go.His arms feel strong and secure around me, his muscles firm against my softer frame. I can feel his heart beating steadily.His touch turns me on instantly. My skin tingles where his hands rest. He smells like that cologne I love, a mix of cedar and musk.My heart is pounding. I ignore it.His body feels so warm and as soon as I leaned in, I knew I'm ruined.His hand slid lower, resting at the curve of my waist, his fingers pressing slightly as if reassuring me that he's here.A sharp jolt run through my stomach at the warmth of his touch, my body betraying me as a wave of unexpected comfort settles over me.My cheek pressed against

Tamara.I stir, a little, my eyes flicker open, slowly and then I feel my body resting on a strong frame.It jolts my memory.I snap my eyes open fully.Killian’s hand is to my stomach, his head leaning against the couch. I pull his hand off gently.He stirs, blinking awake.I extract myself from him and sit up.“Good morning,” I say out of lack of words.“Slept well?” He asks.I nod, swallow and stand.His eyes follows me. But he doesn't say anything else.I don't either.I just find my flops, slip my legs into it and walk.I start up the stairs and I can feel his eyes on me. I don't look back, not once.My mind races with each step, unsure if I should have thanked him at least for lending his arms.But this is another problem I can't think about right now.I need to go to work with only one thing in mind.Find Alex.****“Mr. Moore is not on sit,” Alex's assistant says from her desk, rising to her feet.I don't listen.I don't stop.He's in, his car is parked right out.Why'd he tel