CHOKEHOLD; Trapped By My Ex のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Alina's POV Following the entrance for staff, I went in. "Your coat?" The security stopped me, wanting me to unveil even before properly stepping a foot in. I knew this would happen though. It was the rules. I'd only gotten off last time cause somehow they were informed to expect me, plus I didn't exactly make it hard to spot with the white dress I had on. So this time, with no questions i pulled off my trench coat. Revealing the sleek black bodysuit practically glued to my skin, a deep V plunging down on the chest. Holding my girls steady but enough to tease and show off their fullness. Mesh cutouts at the waist, lace garter tights all the way up. Clinging to my thighs for survival, and finally gold heels to match. Alongside the gold O₂ insignia chain on my collar. Signifying I was Oxygen property and not a client."Good enough?" I asked, staring at the security. Who only managed a shrug before parting the way for me. His actions almost emitting a scoff from me. I mean, wasn't

Roman's POV"This is a YOU problem, Roman." Her voice echoed, "Your insecurities not mine. You're ashamed of your business, ashamed of Oxygen. I'm not a coward, you're a whiny. A weak little pussy, ashamed of his own creation!"The door banged in my ears, my jaw tight as I drowned my glass. Again. Third one in a row after that sharp mouthed woman banged my door and left. "The nerves she has," I muttered, "The nerves to shut my door like that. Does this place look like Boldlines to her? Her house? Where she gets to do whatever??""Err, she didn't shut it, boss. I did." Jordan corrected, opening his mouth despite seeing the mood I was in. "She threw the door open and left. Didn't shut it."Don't you think I know that?I turned to him, scowling. "Just said to add that there. That's all." He cleared his throat, eyes front. Right. Like I didn't watch it all happen before my own two eyes. I tore my stare away from him and back to my drink. Wanting another sip before my eyes fell traitor

Roman's POV "The Floor Plan Layout?""Done.""Client Experience Flow Map?""Done ""Timeline & Project Calendar?""Done."I paused midway, slowly turning to look at his face now. Jordan. "The Budget Caps?""All done, boss." He said, smirking. "She's fixed everything. Re-edited, matched and sent. Last update came exactly 12:09 pm. Noon. Everything's awaiting your approval."Noon?She resumed around 8am, didn't she? How could she be done with everything at 12 noon? That fast. Impossible.Those changes we'rent simple check boxes— they were structural changes. Needed careful thinking, actual design work to work it all out. It should take at least a day or 2 minimum, how could she have finished already in less than a day?"What about the concept?" I asked sharply, frowning. Not liking the sound of any of this. "Did she send another poetry nonsense? Did she do it properly? Have you checked, Jordan? Cross-check everything."He turned the laptop towards me, clicking it wide open so I could

ALINA'S POV "Glad you finally decided to join us!" I bit out, scowling. But he didn't pay me any mind. The other staff at the table rose as they watched him come in, greetings falling from their lips.But his expression remained unfazed, unapologetic for making us wait. One look at him and you'll know not to expect one. An apology.I tried not to roll my eyes as we sat back down, tried so hard. Especially as he began flipping through the folder placed in front of him, wanting to go through what would be talked about. All of which could've been done already if he'd showed a bit earlier than now.Argh, I was getting all worked just staring at him. So annoying. I stood up then, more than prepared to start. But just as I opened my lips,"Proceed," he called out, authoritative. Like I wasn't going to without him speaking at all. Still, I stuffed that down and faced the screen in the room, a tight smile on my face. "So..."I started, "We've all reviewed the preliminary updates, got familiar

ALINA'S POV What was he here for now? To oppress me some more again? Tell me what a clueless creative consultant I am and he wasn't sure I should get paid at all? What else, Roman? I didn't turn. At least not at first. But how could I not acknowledge the presence of my 'dearest boss' who came to pay me a visit down here in the still unfinished Seraph wing? That wouldn't be right. So I turned, slowly, leather ropes boxes scattered at my feet, furry cuffs hanging like promises from half-assembled fuck-swings dangling from the ceiling… The atmosphere dark, cloaked in dust and potential that was yet to emerge. A red-light strip barely alive. And then there he was. Roman Ward. Standing beside the bondage frame like he owned every breath in the room. Jacket off. Sleeves rolled. Veins on his forearm thick like his pride. His dark hair in its usual style, eyes out of sight. Fixed on the St. Andrew’s cross he was examining. His fingers trailing the leather restraints — clinical