All Chapters of CHOKEHOLD; Trapped By My Ex : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

ALINA’S POV “Well you’re shiny.” She mused, looking me head to toe. Nodding in approval, walking over with a light smile on her lips. Face bright with makeup. “Not bad. Not bad at all. Hot.” I scoffed. Chuckled. Watching she stood fully in front of me, confident as ever. “You look even better than I do.” “How could i not?” I retorted, head high too. Heart warm all over. “I personally had my dress picked out and sent over a week ago by one person named err…Cleophina Geller? Yeah. That sounds about right. So how could I not look gorgeous?” She smirked. Proud. I smiled too. But it gradually became sad. Soft. “She picked out everything. Cleophina Geller. Had a makeup artist show up at my door early this morning, helped me get dressed up…and yet she wont take my calls. Won’t respond to my texts. Is she that mad at me?” my vision blurred. Eyes blinking so I could see her. See her also soften while looking at me, teary eyed too. “Is Cleophina still mad at me? Can you tell her that

ALINA’S POV No. No. How could it- it couldn’t be, right? It couldn’t be him, why- “How have you been? Have you been eating good, baby? Hmm?” She asked, stroked his chin. Rubbed his jawline, neck and chest muscles. Finally sliding back down to the floors on her gold heels. Her movements giving way for me to see fully. See them. Her. Him. “What are you doing?” he said to her, my eyes reading his lips. His expression partly confused but still hands holding onto her. Her back. Gentle. My pulse slowed, steps faltering, mind long gone from what I was supposed to be doing and focusing on right now. Them. Her. Her. Long blonde hair, primed, straight. Pressed to perfection, going down that back, smooth fair legs. Slightly curveous frame, slender figure… then that face. That oval shaped face housing the bluest I’d ever seen. Eyes I’d never forget. Ever. Her. It was her. Her! “You know you shouldn’t be doing this, Lana. We’re working, you shouldn’t come here.” I heard him

ALINA'S POV "Okay wait, you're telling me. You're telling me you know his fiancée?" "And she's Lana? Lana Beaumont, the same Lana that you told me about??" I didn't say anything. Couldn't say anything, my whole system felt like I'd been kicked in the gut. Everything turning upside down inside of me, threatening to spill. "I'm gonna puke." I choked out, hurried off, leaving my stuff and just heading right for the restroom. Reaching it and vomiting my guts all over the faucet. Everything in my system coming out, breath shallow at the end. I rinsed and looked up, looked up at myself in the mirror. Me. A face full of make-up, clean, but dull eyes. Dull shaky, eyes. Lean jawline, toned neck, arms, body, but still I felt the same. I still felt exactly the same. Like I'd gone to that restroom again. To that old, stall filled, and blue painted restroom with paper tags, angry notes, insults stuffed into my bag and pockets. Black hoodie sweater raised over my frame. Hiding. I wa

ALINA'S POV The nerves on this man. The nerves he had to actually- actually kiss me! "I'll play your game, Alina. I'll play it." He practically growled in my face, visibly upset. Upset when I should be the one doing so. I hadn't even complained or called him out at his games and he says I was the one playing games?? Me?? "You're stepping on your documents, sir." I spat, glaring him down too. Holding that gaze. "You should move back if you still want those reports, if you still want to have a consultant. Cause I'll be ready to file a complaint back at my head office over your behaviours." His eyes dimmed, jaw clenched, stubborn obviously. But a knock came at the door just then, "Boss, there's a situation." Jordan spoke from the outside. Not coming in. I moved back. A little. Giving him space, and reluctantly he did so. Letting me grab the documents from the floor, my hair swinging forward from where he'd pulled them from my bun. Arrogant bastard. A full blown jer

LANA'S POV "So when is the wedding?" "Oh, we haven't decided yet- "What? Please don't say that again." She exclaimed, "Decide now, tomorrow's too late." I chuckled, "Of course, Suzzy. We will." "Please do." She added, tapping my hand, stepping closer. Wife of President Lue, from Lue Beauties N More. The top boss in the entire beauty industry, my very own clients. "You're my favourite girl, Lana. I'll hate to see one of these hussys around here snatch your man." My man? "Like they will dare," I scoffed, chuckling lightly as I joined her to look around. The luxury dripped room we were currently in, My dad's villa, but other things seemed to stand out more. Especially now after hearing Suzzy's words. "Hungry eyes everywhere, Lana... Your man is a catch you know?" He is. I knew that. Which was why looking wandering eyes to his direction wasn't hard at all. His tall, proud figure standing ahead. Making a call. Backing me but still simply impeccable. Dark. Mysterious an