All Chapters of The Ex-wife He Regrets Losing!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

MABELI looked at Rose, wondering how I'm going to help her go through with this, especially when I just trashed my ex-husband office.“I thought you said you had a great time last night?” I asked her. “Besides I didn't know you had a boyfriend.”“Don't you remember the first thing you said to me when you hired me?” She asked me and I shrugged.“You told me we could be friends but I shouldn't bring my personal life into the work space,” she said and I scoffed.“I breach that rule the moment I started bombarding you with my own stuff,” I said to her and she sighed.“Well, you are my boss. I can't say no to listening to you,” she said and I felt so bad. “I'm so sorry, Rose,” I said, hugging her. “But why all of a sudden?” I asked as I led her back to the couch.“I did have a nice time last night,” she sighed heavily. “But not with a hot Italian like she did,” she pointed at Vanessa.“Well,” Vanessa tilted her head and I shot her a glare.“I had a great time with other assistants of fas

MABELI kept looking at the two women like they were spilling out words that I couldn't understand. I just got to New York, how am I already violating rules that I didn't even know of.“Failure to adhere to this will result in a thousand dollar fine for each styling job and credit,” she said and I sighed.“How long will it take to get my clearance?” I asked, trying very hard to keep myself calm.“It could take weeks, it could take months but the rules have to be obeyed during those periods.”“You have got to be kidding me,” Vanessa said.“This is some bullshit,” Rose snapped. I held both their hands to keep them calm, but most importantly to keep myself calm.“I just got to New York ladies and I decided to stay. I mean I'm just getting my life together, getting the clearance has been on my mind. But I wanted to get settled first,” I said to them.“Well, I don't know how you did it in Los Angeles,” the one with the sarcastic tone said. “But this is New York we move with a very differe

DAMIENThis is her chance to tell me to stop. I know it and she knows it. A chance to tell me to stop and I'll. Tell me to leave her alone, and I'll walk out of her life. No more anonymous tips, no more trying to get us talking. I'll simply leave her alone.But she didn't tell me all of that. Instead she threw her hands all over me. Willfully. I could tell she knows she's risking everything, but she doesn't care and so do I. All we could feel was the fire.Our mouths clashed as she drew me in, and I'm right here, tasting her. My low moans of pleasure making all of the risk worthwhile.I broke the kids roughly and took a step back away from her. She was panting heavily, her lipsticks were smudged, and her hair.Damn, somehow they were able to remain the same, perfect. “Drink?” She asked, already walking to the mini bar in my office. “I'm at work, Mabel. It's office hours,” I said, but she acted like she didn't hear me.Or she did.“Don't mind if I do then,” she said, pouring herse

MABELThe doors closed as soon as Damien got in. He pressed a button on the steering wheel. Damn, this man sure likes his buttons. The car is filled with a dial tone, then begins to ring.“Yes, Mr. Croft?” A familiar voice filled the car. Ms. Steves.“Pat, I'm taking the Bugatti out. Call my lawyer and cancel my meeting with him and adjust whatever appointment I have till tomorrow.”“Of course. Anything else?” She asked.“Yes. Have Gill return Ms. Mabel's car to her hotel,” he said and I turned to him. So, he knows calling me by my surname kicks me off, but he does it anyway.“Consider it done. Enjoy the rest of your day, Mr. Croft.”He clicks off without saying goodbye.“She sounds efficient.”“Pat? She is. I expect only two things from my employees, loyalty and competence. Pat excels at both.”“Except the ones that want to sleep with you. Or have a giant crush on you,” I said and he smiled.I am, I realize, slightly jealous of Sylvia and her pert smile and pixie cut hair sitting rig

HAILEYI open my eyes to a blanket of stars hanging beyond the window, uncertain as to what has awakened me. I am groggy and I turn toward the other side of the bed, where my husband is supposed to be, automatically seeking the soft comfort of sliding back into sleep in his arms. But instead of his warmth, I find only the rumpled coolness of abandoned sheets. I sit up, confused. I’d slept soundly, nestled safe against him, and it is disorienting tocome back to the world and find myself alone.I quickly got up, put on my robe and headed out of our bedroom. The lights in the hallway came on, one at a time as I strolled down.I got to the huge door that usually separates us. Anytime Ethan is behind this door, which houses his home office. I know something is up. I know there is something on his mind.And lately that has been happening frequently and it's all because of her. That woman, Mabel James. Why can't she leave us alone?Why did she have to return to New York and now everything