All Chapters of His regret; Too late to love me now ex-husband: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Layla's POV.I leaned my head against the window as Liam drove me back home, watching the lights flicker by, while still trying to make sense of everything that had happened tonight.Evelyn’s face kept flashing in my mind... the smirk, the audacity, the way she’d lounged in his shirt as if marking territory that wasn’t hers.Although, somehow, it didn’t sting the way it used to.Because this time, Liam had chosen me, openly, and without hesitation, and the way he had dragged her out was satisfying, even though I know beyond doubt that she isn't done yet. The car turned into my neighborhood, and I felt that small, familiar ache begin to grow.. it always came when our time together was about to end.When he pulled up in front of my house, he turned off the engine but didn’t move right away.For a moment, he just sat there, his hands still resting on the steering wheel, his gaze lost in thought.“I hate that every time we try to have something normal, she shows up,” he said finally. “It

Layla's POV.As he simply continued to pump into me with hard, deep, fast strokes that stretched my insides to their utter limit, impaling me, making every nerve end in my pussy fire in ecstasy. Nothing existed but the cock that filled me; everything was driven from my mind as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss enveloped me. Again...and again...and again... and again he drilled deep into my open womb. My second spasming orgasm hit me hard and exploded behind my eyes in a wash of color, but still he continued to jackhammer his massive cock into me.He pumped his hips rapidly, driving his cock in and out of my hot cunt. As Liam punished my pussy with his massive cock attack, I slid my hands all over his hard, muscular body. My hands slid down around his waist to his ass, and I pulled him into me, feeling his powerful muscles tighten with each thrust of his long cock. She spread my legs wider and raised my legs above him so he could go deeper. "OOOOHHHH, I love so fucking much Liam, ple

Layla's POV.After breakfast and all the teasing, Adrian disappeared into the backyard to take a phone call, probably from his girlfriend.Liam was sitting on the couch, his mug half empty, he looked so relaxed, so at home. “I’m going upstairs for a bit, I wanna crash,” I said, standing.He looked up at me, brow arched. “Can I come?”I rolled my eyes, pretending to think. “Hmm… I suppose you can. But only if you promise to sleep." "What if I want to cuddle?" He pouted. "Ugh! whatever, pervert." I rolled my eyes dramatically at him and headed out. He grinned. "Happily." Immediately we walked into my room, I felt him behind me.“You know,” he said softly, “I think I like it better here.”Ofcourse I knew he was wasn't coming up here to sleep.I turned slightly. “Here?”“In your house,” he said, leaning against me. “It’s peaceful, there's no drama going on, I want to be with you I laughed quietly. “Well, it's a good thing that Evelyn doesn’t know the passcode here.” “Let’s keep it

Layla's POV.I woke up to the sound of violent knocking, at first, I willed it out to be a dream and continued sleeping.Then it came again.BANG. BANG. BANG.My eyes flew open.For a moment I didn’t remember where I was, then I felt a strong pair of arms around my waist and it all came rushing in... I had slept over at Liam's place. But who could be knocking so noisily as early as this? I groaned softly, burying my face deeper into the pillow.“What the hell…” I suddenly heard Liam muttered groggily beside me.The knocking didn’t stop.It became louder. More aggressive.“LIAM!”The voice pierced through the door and my entire body stiffened.I knew that voice.Mrs. Hartford.Liam shot upright immediately.“What the freaking hell... ”“Your mother,” I whispered, my heart already sinking.He dragged a hand down his face, clearly still half asleep.“Why is she here this early?”Before either of us could answer that question, her voice came again from outside the bedroom door.“LIAM, O

Layla's POV.By the time Liam and I finally left the house, I already felt exhausted.And the day had barely started.The morning had begun peacefully enough until Evelyn happened. Even remembering it made my head hurt.Now we were sitting in Liam’s car, stuck in the usual morning traffic, both of us unusually quiet.Liam had one hand on the steering wheel and the other rubbing his temple like he was fighting a headache.“I can’t believe this is my life right now,” he muttered.I leaned back against the seat with a tired sigh.“She really thought throwing herself on the floor would convince you.”“She actually rolled,” Liam said.I turned to him.“You noticed that too?”“She literally rolled,” he repeated flatly.Despite everything, I burst into laughter.Liam glanced at me, the corner of his mouth twitching.“You’re laughing?”“I’m sorry,” I said between giggles. “But the image of her dramatically rolling on the floor; it's funny and not funny in a way." The rest of the drive passe