All Chapters of Divorced and Falling for the Tattoo Master: Chapter 141 - Chapter 149

~ SIENNA ~Now my mind was fully present. “What do you mean 'why'? Do you not know what Plan B is?”“I do.” He returned one towel to the hanger and began rubbing lotion on his skin, his biceps flexing with every move. “I believe it's a contraceptive.” Watching him go about his morning routine like this was strange. It made us seem like a married couple or at the very least, lovers. Thankfully, this would all be over soon. “I'm just wondering why you need to take it,” he finished. I frowned, growing impatient with his shocking ignorance. “Because we had sex last night and I don't want to get pregnant???”His brows went up. “We did? The way you've been acting, I was starting to think we didn't.”Oh. So that's what this was about? I took a deep breath, painfully admitting that he was right. I'd convinced myself I didn't feel any type of way about the situation so why was I being childish about it? “Okay,” I said calmly, gesturing with my hands. “Let's start the morning afresh.”“If

~ SIENNA ~I told her everything — the private jet experience, our wedding gift to Cassy, the casino, our encounter with two-faced Noah, finally standing up to Bianca, and the storm that stranded us an extra night in Vegas — which I didn't even notice its descent until I found the hotel grounds wet this morning. Everything except that I had to share a room with Gavin which led to the most mind-blowing sex of my life. “So we flew back early this morning and here I am,” I wrapped up for a thoroughly captivated Margo before taking a long pull of the orange juice.“First of all — I am thrilled you finally put Bianca in her place. In my lifetime, no less,” she said. I clicked my tongue. “What’s that supposed to mean?”“Hunny, I've been begging you to let me deal with that witch for years.”“She was my mother-in-law,” I muttered. “And she treated you worse than a serial killer with leprosy,” she retorted. “Which brings me to what I'm really worried about — Gavin witnessing all of that.

~ GAVIN ~Edward was not home when I'd left with Taylor earlier and he still wasn't, which was good. I could speak to Hannah alone and find out what I needed to. She did not seem too happy to see me. Or maybe that had something to do with the fact that she just had a baby a few weeks ago and was still mad at the whole world. “She smells divine,” I commented when I finally carried Olive after going through a three stage sterilization process. Hannah smiled. “They smell divine until it’s time for a diaper change.”I chuckled lightly, careful not to trouble the tiny creature in my arms. “My mother told me I was a very unproblematic child — that is besides being a preemie. I can imagine my used diapers smelled like chocolate.”She smirked. “I bet.”“Your husband on the other hand… she confirmed he was a bag of trouble.” I paused, thinking of a way to launch my investigation. “Does that ever change? Would you say Edward is still a bag of trouble?”I asked all of this with a smile. Hann

~ GAVIN ~He managed to maneuver the bike into a U-turn — as I knew he would because the only other option was the road, riding back and beginning to drive in a wide circle beside me, shouting and cussing and pleading."Fuck—" He coughed through the dust that had gathered. "Wait. You know. You know, don't you? Is that what this is?" A sob tore through the last word. "I'm sorry, Gavin — I swear to God, whatever it is, we can talk about it, just — please, get me off this thing—"What was he talking about? Obviously, the paranoia of this moment was making him talk shit. Still, I said and did nothing. I simply waited, listening to the fear and confusion in his voice rise as he realized with each passing second that I really wasn't going to do anything to help him. Finally, I decided that he'd learnt a lesson and called out, my voice carrying flat and even across the distance between us. "Jump.""What?!""Jump off the bike, Edward.""Are you insane?! I'll break every bone—""You'll break

~ SIENNA ~ All my joints still hurt from my workout at the gym earlier but you would never guess that with how good I looked. And yes, that was coming from me. I’d found not one but two Fernady dresses in my wardrobe and literally had to choose — a good problem, finally. In the end, I’d gone with a sleek, midnight-blue gown that skimmed my figure before falling into a soft, fluid skirt. The neckline was simple but elegant, with delicate ruching at the waist and just enough shimmer woven into the fabric to catch the light whenever I moved. Beside me, Margo looked equally stunning in a… well, it was one of those colours that were a blend of all the secondary colours, but it was a lovely dress — knee-length and hugging her figure. It looked quite tight but clearly it wasn't, else she wouldn't have been comfortable enough to be gushing non-stop about her new camera as she drove us to the fundraiser in her car. Margo's car wasn’t as pretty as mine but we couldn’t exactly take mine.