All Chapters of Reclaiming What's Mine : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I shifted uncomfortably throughout the brief introduction. We were then seated in a temple. She dismissed Dominic and waved me to her side. Dominic bowed, and left." You look like you saw a ghost," she remarked, fixing incense on the burner. They were three frames. One, of an older man. Probably her husband. Another man. He's younger than the first. Maybe her son. I drifted to the next one. A woman. With a gush of realization, I snapped back to the image of the younger man." His father?" I mumbled." Not biologically," she chimed. " But then you already know."" How could she tell?" I quizzed myself. As if she heard my thoughts, she waved dismissively. " I am old, but I'm not your regular grandma," she says, wearing a stern look for a second.My eyes lowered. Last thing I want on my naughty list is a grumpy grandmother." So, I believe you have questions."I look at her, clueless for the first five seconds. I coughed, clearing my vocals as if it could help my nervousness. The quest

" Are you certain?" I barked over the phone, hands trembling on my sides. I slept with a lady that night. Although I was tipsy, I remember most of our time together. But I couldn't make out her identity in the darkness." Find out who booked the room. I would like to apologize to her in person."He cleared his throat. " Sir, the room was booked under the name Dominic Lunar."The phone dropped from my hand and fell, the screen smashed against the tiles.His face flashed before my eyes. Rage surged in my heart, flooding my veins with spite. " How dare he?" My chest rumbled, veins pulsing in rage. All I could make out of it was Dominic lodging with another lady."How could he do that to her?" One thousand questions fought for a chance in my head. I imagined him cheating on her. Hazel wouldn't sleep with a stranger. The only explanation I could think of is that the hotel manager had prepared special services for him as well. The guts of him to accept!My fists clenched on their own. M

Everyone who knows Piper knows about his coded language. He doesn't admit it, but I feel it. Piper has found my brother.Now that I think of it, Hazel's question must be connected somehow.A part of me wants to know what Hazel knows, but the chances are slim that Piper would let her know such a matter of grave importance to me before bringing it to my notice." It must be a coincidence," I assured myself.Then again, my mind returned to what Roman said about her identity." What if it turns out to be true?"" No...it can't!" I maintained, based on how unlikely that would be.As his broad shoulders disappeared, I contacted Cody and Barn. They might know something I don't. But my eyes wandered to the message that came in earlier. It's my memaw's contact.I opened the text and my face fell. " She's pregnant for another man. I thought you should know."I read it over and again until it was completely ingrained in my head.I didn't need to think it through. It must be Roman's.The thought

(Roman)For every time I failed to reach her, my mind blanked. Then it swirled inside, like I was going to burst from within. I hate it. Yet, I can't blame her.I stepped out of the office and strutted towards the elevator. A familiar scent wafted into my nostrils. I scrunched my nose, eyes narrowed in annoyance.Now's really not the time to entertain her." Sir," she spoke with caution, stepping away from the door side where she must have been waiting for my appearance. " I'm sorry about last time..."" Not now, Connie. Go home. It's late." I walked straight and entered the elevator. She held it back before it could shut. She loped towards me and placed her right hand on my chest. " I overstepped my boundaries. I promise that it won't happen again."" I know it won't," I stated, and took off her hand, holding her by the wrist. " That will be the only time. I suggest you fall back in line and mind your job here—"" Roman —"I sidestepped her. The elevator opened, and I ambled away, l

In the hospital, and back in the house, our skin relieved every sweat together, locked, knotted in every stroke, glide and thrust.I wanted him in ways that reek of sin. He wanted more than the physical union of our bodies. His eyes, soul-searching, locked onto mine. He thrust from below, hands on my waist. It looked familiar. I recalled where, and my body suddenly sped up in motion, riding against his shaft in a mix of indescribable blend of pleasure and pain. Drawing closer to the climax, his hardness seemed to have added, stretching my body in ways I hadn't felt for long." Oh Hazel!" His voice slit through, and his hands molded my boobs, cupping them with little ease. Moments later, our vocals synced in a cry. Muffled, sweaty, charged, before I collapsed on him.I spent a full hour in the bathroom. I enjoyed every bit of it, but somehow, it feels like sin. Every kiss. Every thrust.Guilt seeped in through the cracks in my moral consciousness. I feel the weight of it on my chest. W