Lahat ng Kabanata ng My ex-husband’s nightmare: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Lydia The only thing running in my head as Marcus ushered me into the hall was one sentence. Get Mason and do what you want. I saw the look in his eyes when he stared at me, and I bashed in it. Maybe this night will go better than I had planned. We didn't go to our seats immediately. I wanted to use the bathroom, Marcus refused to let me out of his side, so he ended up walking with me to the bathroom. He stood outside. I closed the door behind me. The bathroom was empty. I walked to the front of the mirror, placing my purse on the tip of the sink. I stared at my reflection, willing myself not to think about Mason's tightened crouch I noticed. I pulled my dress down, exposing a little of my cleavages. My phone beeped. “Ma'am, I did as you said. You and Mason will sit at the same table.” A message from Mia popped up on my screen. I smirked. I typed back, “Thank you.” Almost immediately, another message popped in: “The meal you requested as first course is avai

Mason The party stilled. The music was on, but everyone's attention shifted to me. I moved to the back of Lydia's chair. She sat straight, rubbing her rubbed up and down. She swallows. How did I forget that this woman can be crazy? “Lydia, are you okay?” I turned her chair towards the side and knelt in front of her. I extended my hand in front of her, “Spit it out right now.” She looked around, her brows furrowed, anger endowing her beautiful features, “you are causing a scene.” No one was calling an ambulance; they were all staring at us. Lydia, too, is looking down at me, her expression unchanged. She looked normal, and for a slight moment, I began to wonder if I was wrong.Did she lie to me? I have never forgotten anything about Lydia. I had her memories in my head, all parts of her. Aside from her body, I knew all she liked and disliked, and I knew that she didn't like nuts. No, that's not the word. She was allergic to them. No matter how little she consumed, it had the

LydiaHe moved to the bed and picked up my hands. I moved my hands away this time.“Fine.” I wasn't going to leave.He tried to smile but failed. Then he stood, moved to the side, poured water from a jug into an empty glass, and brought it to me. “Have some.”I looked at him with curious eyes, reluctant to take the water.“I didn't poison it.”“I don't trust you.” His lips pressed together as if he were trying to hold back the disappointment he felt that I doubted him.“Fine.” He lifted the glass to his lips and took slow sips. "See, I'm fine.” he handed me the glass, and I didn't reject it this time.I took slow sips at first and then large gulps. Mason just stares at me. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hands, feeling a bit energized from the water.I attempted to place the glass on the table, but he stopped me and took it from me so I didn't have to stretch. “Do you remember this place?” he asked. I tried not to allow my eyes to wander. Of course, I remember, why won't I?

Mason I stepped out of the room, leaving Lydia seated on the bed, face red. Closing the door behind me, I leaned on it and placed one hand on my chest, which was beating rapidly against my chest. I tried to band link my desire away, but it was to no avail. Lydia still has an effect on me. It wasn't like this was news. But this realization scared me. I shook my head, no, I can stand here forever. I pushed myself off the door and began walking. The hallway is lit by a bulb hanging on the ceiling, brightening the entire place. I took large strides. My throat felt dry; I wanted something, anything to drink. I placed my hand on the rails as I hurried down the stairs, taking two at a time. I held her dress in my left hand, gripping it tightly.I pulled open the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water. Uncapping it, I placed it on my lips, taking large gulps. The bottle was empty in the next second. I placed my back on the table, resting on it. “Calm down, Mason. You have a

Mason I'm stunned for a few seconds, my eyes blink rapidly as I gather my bearings. She's kissing me, she's actually kissing me! I closed my eyes and leaned in further for the kiss; I held her face gently, and my other free hand gently caressed her slender body. My heart is thumping rapidly in my chest, blood flowing in a specific direction, exactly where I want it to go. Suddenly, I don't care about the food anymore or the cut with the knife on my finger; I don't care about anything happening right now or anything that will happen. All that mattered was this moment; she was in my arms, holding me, kissing me, and slowly reaching up to her breasts. I squeeze them firmly, wanting to rip off her nightwear and take her down there and then. She grabs my hand firmly, pulls away from me, and looks me squarely in the face. 'No, no, no.' My mind reels back in confusion, 'Was I too intense for her? Did I grope her too hard? Was I disrespectful? Why did she stop? I mean, she's t