All Chapters of Craving The Enemy's Husband: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41 – Tony Vs Bryan 3 **Bryan’s POV** The engine idled softly, a steady vibration under my hands, blending with the distant hum of late-night traffic and the occasional bark of a dog somewhere in the neighborhood. I leaned back against the seat, eyes fixed on Christiana as she walked briskly up the narrow concrete path to her apartment building. Her hair shifted with the breeze, dark strands catching the dim light of the streetlamp like silk ribbons. I could see the faint hurry in her movements, the way she held her bag tighter as she climbed, she was nervous and her walking steps faltered, because she must have wondered why I was looking at her. I was looking at her for two reasons, her ass, I was enjoying the view of that bootylicious ass. It was rumpalicious, couldn’t dare take my eyes off it, second reason was because I was a gentle man. I was only making sure she got in safely, just good manners, common decency. Even when she disappeared into the shadowed entrance, I

Chapter 43: Another Woman? **Bryan’s POV** Everything in this house has been quiet these days probably because the staff members were scared of coming out and being bullied by Bella. That is very terrific. I didn’t bother with the coat rack. My jacket slid carelessly over the arm of a chair, landing in a loose heap, and I made my way to the kitchen. I needed to eat something that wasn’t food. I opened the refrigerator and everything in it were foreign. I can’t remember the last time I opened a refrigerator but I couldn’t find anyone around, and I absolutely understood them. But they get paid, goddamit! I took out a chocolate bar I found, looked cheap but seemed good enough for my cravings. I munched on it as my thoughts drifted back to Christiana. I couldn’t get the memory of the love we made back in my office the other day off my head, each and every second I think of her, that comes to play in my mind too. Oh, how much I want to feel her again, to make love to her in a m

Chapter 45: Business Trip Christiana’s POV The day started like most business trips in the sterile hum of an airport terminal. Bryan was in one of his tailored charcoal suits, crisp white shirt, tie knotted with mathematical precision. He looked like the cover of a business magazine. I, on the other hand, had opted for a sleek navy dress with a blazer, the kind that said professional while still being comfortable enough to sit through a flight without feeling like my ribcage was in a vice. I almost wore something more attractive, but I wouldn’t want to draw attention to myself. I was out here for work and not vacation right? Bryan had treated me so nicely, he helped with my luggage like a gentleman and it made me cringe, how could I possible allow my boss take my luggage, but he insisted that how could he allow the world to think he was a terrible person to allow me take my luggage. I asked that we each carry our separate luggage but all to no avail. I wondered why he didn’t have

Chapter 47: Bella would wonder**Bella’s POV**Ben was the clown of Bryan’s executive department, the one who could make a Monday morning staff meeting feel like a comedy special. People liked him because he was harmless, always ready with a joke, always ready to spill gossip without even realizing how much he was revealing. I remembered the first time I had met him. Back when Bryan and I were still in our courtship phase, I had visited his office one afternoon to surprise him with lunch (Part of my antics to win him over]. Ben had been the first person I saw when I walked into the executive wing, a tall elderly man with a crooked grin, always leaning against the reception counter in the executive department like he owned the place. He had greeted me with an exaggerated bow and said, “Miss Bella Calamida, I am at your service. You need anything… coffee, copies, or someone to tell you who’s secretly dating who in this building, I’m your guy.” I had laughed then, brushing it off as h

Chapter 49: Did anything happen?Diane sat in her dinning table, the muted tick of the wall clock the only sound in the room. Her fingers curled around a mug of tea she had no intention of drinking. The steam had already thinned, curling away like secrets slipping through her grasp. Across from her, Claire perched in one of the chairs, legs crossed, a cardigan draped over her shoulders. She was Diane’s oldest friend, old enough to know when Diane’s silence meant something was festering. “You’re doing that thing again,” Claire said finally, breaking the quiet. “Where you pretend you’re drinking tea, but really you’re plotting someone’s downfall.” Diane’s gaze flicked up. “And if I am?” “That someone is Bella?” Claire asked, though it wasn’t really a question. Diane exhaled slowly. “She has something on me, Lyd. Something big. The kind of truth that could rip my life apart if it ever got out.” Claire’s brows knit. “You told me some of it before, but… she’s actually using it now?”