All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Laura. I'm back where it all began— Sin House. It feels just like yesterday when I came in here with my heart shattered into pieces, seeking redemption. In the most twisted ways, I found the redemption I sought in the hands of my ex-boyfriend's dad. If only I knew that redemption would bite me back in the ass, that it would paint my face black, I guess I wouldn't have sought it out. My heart's aching and squeezing so tight against my chest. It feels like my breath is about to run out, and if it does, death follows. I sniffle, the sound echoing in the silence of my car. Darkness looms over the environment as more and more luxurious cars pull up, engines fading into a low hush. As it was before, men and women who reek of power walk out of the cars, heading into the club. I never knew I'd be back here so soon, but I guess it was bound to happen considering that circumstances kept making that decision for me. Even though my heart is broken, I'm not back here tonight to seek redemp

Laura. Michael releases a slow breath, head shaking like he can't believe what he's hearing. It takes a while for him to speak, and when he does, I notice something crack in his expression, like he's disappointed that I'm truly doubting his fidelity. What exactly does he expect? That I'll trust him one hundred percent when he's this good-looking? When he's mafia? Well, trust issues are a thing, and I've them. “Does it ever occur to you that I'd never do anything to hurt you?” His voice comes out raspy. He grabs my hands, holding them tighter. “Don't you get it, little flame? You're practically the only woman I'd be faithful to. Why would I want to destroy what we have just for some ex?” Now that makes me feel…bad. Ugh! This isn't how I planned for the night to end at all. “I don't know what to believe, Michael, but I saw the hickeys on her body. I saw her playing with herself on your phone…” “What?” He snorts. “That's impossible…” Michael tries to argue but suddenly pauses,

Laura. I woke up alone today. Michael's already gone. I'm guessing he went to the gym or he's in the barracks working with his men. My nether parts feel so sore that I can barely move; however, work is calling, and I need to answer.The Phoenix project is coming up nicely and well, but after what I saw yesterday beneath Sin House, I wonder if Michael truly needs that project. He has a handful of tech experts who can get the project done in a jiffy, yet he came to me. I guess that's all the proof I need to know that he's truly, crazily in love with me. He doesn't want money, nor the project. He just wants me. Ugh! I actually hate that doubt rears its head inside me once in a while. I hate that I pick up a fight with him instead of communicating the right way, but what can I say? I'm just a girl who's madly in love with him and can hardly take in the fact that Michael kept secrets from me and that he has an ex who's still head over heels for him. My hand splays over to his side

Laura. Clearly, there's a mishap somewhere, or my mind is just processing this too far. Michael isn't about to send me out of his life, is he? Worry clogs my throat, and I suddenly become uncomfortable. He couldn't have chosen Alicia over me, could he? Is he about to dump me somewhere because I fought with Alicia? No, that can't be. I push the dread down my throat and glance at him. “Where are we going?” I ask, perturbed. He breathes visibly through his mouth, eyes on the road ahead. “I've told you where we're going.” “Blow off steam?” I snort. “That isn't a location. Besides, I didn't tell you I wanted to blow off some steam.” He gives a brief look, the glint in his eyes arresting my breath a little. My heart flips, and I feel something flutter in my belly. “You don't need to tell me you need to blow off steam for me to know that you need it.” Despite that, I feel uncomfortable. “I wasn't the only one who fought, was I?” I muse aloud, our eyes threading. The flip in my

Laura. Is the world blue or misty? Is it watery? My eyes are filled with tears, lips curved in the boldest smile I've had since… my first orgasm with Michael. Butterflies have taken residence in my stomach, no doubt given the way I feel. Isn't this a dream? I had to pinch myself to confirm that. It's real, Michael's proposing to me. The man who chased me down to my workplace and made me an offer I couldn't resist. It's been a back-and-forth squabble between us, but each of them tends to bring us closer. At this point, I can't imagine my world without Michael in it. Unbiddenly, laughter hurls out from the depths of my being, echoing in the air. My hand clasped over my mouth. The tears are blurring my vision, but amidst that, I croak. “Yes! God, yes. I wanna make it permanent.” And with speed, Michael slides the ring onto my finger, rushes to his feet, and clamps me into a tight, breath-stealing hug. “Fuck, yes!!! She said yes!!” He roars to the universe while I giggle, my