All Chapters of CHOKEHOLD; Trapped By My Ex : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

ALINA'S POV Some cook he was.Chef my ass.I stayed in my little comfort zone, chips stuffed in my mouth as he busied behind me. Chuckles dying out.A couple of minutes.10 minutes. 20 minutes.30.35.40.And I abruptly stood up. Unable to sit still anymore while he stayed in my kitchen. I mean, I wasn't that ungrateful. He got me groceries after all. I could at least...be around the kitchen?Anyways, that's how I went over. Headed right back there again, started at the counter. Watching as he seasoned a bunch of foods, their looks well marinated. His gaze focused. Moves deliberate and calm."Did you take professional classes or something?" I asked, small.He turned to me, "Nope. Between the lounge and making the kind of money I do, you think I found some time for professional cooking, brown eyes?""Well... I'm just asking." I moved close, "It won't be impossible, look at you marinating all that stuff." He put a pot on fire, my eyebrows creasing. "Is that shrimp?"He let the view

ALINA'S POV "Pick a movie.""You do it, my hands full." I licked the bone of the drumstick in my grasp for effect. Sucking through the bottom to the top. Soaking it in sauce again. His eyes followed by movements. Unimpressed, but saying nothing as he picked up the remote using both arms. His fingers were all equally stained from all the chicken, but who cares."What movie are you choosing?" I voiced out, still busy with my bone. Watching him struggle to switch through channels.Eventually he settled for one. A slight triumphant smile on his face. "This one. This one looks interesting." He dropped the remote. I stared at the screen, searching for the title. Seeing it. "The Missing Hour?" I frowned, "Why are we watching something like this? It's horror.""Oh that's right, you don't like horror movies." He said, looking at me. Smiling."Yeah but why you saying it like it's goodnews though?"He chuckled, wicked. Settling back down, eyes on the screen with more curiosity. Ready to watch

ALINA'S POV I caught the soft tug of his lips as he finished drying my hands, putting them down and meeting my eyes, my hair. His hands reaching out on instinct and tucking a few behind my ears.I swallowed again then.Feeling... feeling...I didn't know what I was feeling, but it was good.His eyes caught unto my lips, staying there. Our forms not far at all from eachother. Then he reached out. Right at the edge of my lips, his own lips tugged fondly.Wordlessly he touched the edge of my lip, feeling it out and rubbing slightly above the front where my eyes were. My heart throbbed in my chest.Then he said it."You haven't changed one bit, brown eyes. You're still a messy eater."He showed his finger that was at my edge, traces of sauce on it. I blinked. Panicked.Rushed to clean it off but he beat me to it. "Don't worry. It's like this is the first time."It wasn't.He often did this too. Back then. When we were together. Young.Why was I thinking so much of back then??I pulled aw

ROMAN'S POV Never thought I'd find myself in a situation like this. A moment like this. This absolute disbelieving state of her in my arms, face buried deep in my chest, body entangled with mine, radiating heat all the way to my senses. Brown hair sprawled everywhere but the small gorgeous face belonging to her. The face I couldn't stop staring at, stroking and wishing to everything that could hear that this wasn't real. That we weren't here right now. I wasn't lost, begging the morning wouldn't come so fast that she'll wake up, get up, leave me. Alina. Alina Monroe. I had dinner at her place. Cooked for her, drank wine. I never take wine. Never drowned in such pity excuse for alcohol. Yet I found myself doing so last night. Indulging her. Or she was indulging me. Messing with my head, looking all warm, cute and so familiar. So, so, familiar. How old was I getting messed up like this? Getting wrecked by someone so small, so petite and strangely so unforgettabl

ALINA'S POV "Jordan," I called, surprised from where I sat. Eyebrows creased. "What are you doing here?"Cleo gave way, he stepped in, shut the elevator. Gaze firm and neutral as usual, but I knew he had reservations. Just didn't say it."Ma'am," he addressed, "I'm here to pick you up.""Pick me up. Pick me up to where?" I rose, setting my glass down. Cleo quickly walked beside me, held my hand. "What is this exactly? Is It that bitch throwing weight around? She knows??""Knows what? She doesn't." I immediately refuted, facing Jordan. "What is going on? You've never come in here before, where do you want to take me to?""I can't disclose. Boss's orders." He stated, "Boss's??" Cleo and I looked at each other, "Why is your boss sending you to a woman's apartment at night, her apartment." She gestured at me, protective. But Jordan already looked impatient, not wanting to answer anymore questions."The boss has something arranged, asked me to bring her to it. We have to leave now.""N