All Chapters of His regret; Too late to love me now ex-husband: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Layla's POV. I stood under the shower, the cold water splashing down my bare body relaxing my head... What an amazing night it has been, I can't really tell if I have been taken out on a proper dinner date before, Liam made it possible for me to experience that tonight, and all those sweet things he said to me, it replayed in my head over and over... How is he so perfect? I mean it's been only a few weeks but he has made me experience what other men older than him never did in years. He really is such a breath of fresh air even if I would never admit that to him, or not yet. Just as I turned to grab the bar soap, I suddenly felt a presence behind me, and slightly turning around towards the door, my breath caught. Liam was standing by the door, completely naked. "What the hell Liam? What are you doing here? wait outside for me okay? I will be done in a minute and then you can use the bathroom," I said. He chuckled, leaning closer toward me. "No, I want us to shower together," he

Layla's POV. His large hands caressed my curves as they moved down my sides, finally settling on my ass. He stroked my ass cheeks as he leaned down to kiss me, hungrily, passionately. I returned the kiss, my tongue flicking against his. He pressed up against me, leaning into me so I had to back up against the cool tile wall. Moaning, I arched my back, my nipples, rock hard, were pressing into him as my nails pressed into his skin. His hands leisurely skimmed back up my body. He took a step back to gaze at me, a satisfied smile playing at the corner of his lips. I bit my lip, looking away, I always got anxious when he looked at me this way. "No, look at me, Layla, I want to see your eyes," he directed. His hands were on my breasts, kneading, as his thumbs lightly flirted with my nipples. I looked up at him, seeing his want for me in his eyes. Moaning as I pushed my breasts into his hands. "Good, you're so fucking beautiful." he whispered, causing me to shiver. Leaning over, he took

Layla's POV. The evening had spun off from emotional speeches to a bubbly party. Everywhere I looked, there was a glow of pride. Faces bright with happiness, For the first time in years, I felt fulfilled. No haunting memories trailing behind me, no bitterness waiting in the corner of the room. And then, as if summoned by irony itself, I heard a voice that turned my stomach to ice. “Layla?” The wine glass froze halfway to my lips. I knew that voice. Too well. I turned slowly, almost afraid that I was imagining it. But no, there he was. Donald. He looked nothing like the man I once knew, or the one who had so proudly tried to destroy me; he looked like a sorry mess, the self-satisfied gleam that used to live in his eyes was gone, replaced by something I never thought I’d see in him: defeat. “Layla,” he said again, his voice trembling slightly. “You look… you look really good.” I didn’t respond. I just stared at him, a thousand things rushing through my hea

Layla's POV. "Damn, that feels so fucking good," Liam growled as he backed his cock out of my cunt slightly. then leaned over me, putting his hands on the driver side door above my head, and began fucking me with long slow strokes. My eyes were glazed over and my mouth hung open. My face was flush with color as he continued to slowly feed my stuffed cunt with a steady diet of long thick cock. Little by little he was getting deeper and deeper into my hungry cunt, and the sensations were blowing my mind. The length of his long cock rubbed against my rock hard clit on each thrust, and the contact was sparking a continual series of small but building orgasms that left me breathless, and Liam just continued to slowly fuck me with as much cock as he could get into my accommodating pussy. The pressure kept building and building in the depths of my over-stimulated pussy until all at once, my cunt muscles clamped down tightly on his plunging cock and my world imploded around his thrusting coc

Layla's POV. We handed over our passports, went through security, and walked quietly toward our gate. Liam kept close, his hand brushing mine every so often. And as much as his presence calmed me, but even his calm couldn’t drown out the heaviness in my chest. New York had given us room to breathe. To exist. To be with each other without boundaries or eyes watching from every corner. London… London would be different, ofcourse it would be. “You’re quiet,” he said as we reached our seats on the plane; his eyes studying me like he could read every word I wasn’t saying. “I’m fine,” I said, forcing a small smile as I buckled my seatbelt. He raised an eyebrow. “You only say ‘I’m fine’ when you’re absolutely not fine.” “I’m just… thinking.” “About?” I hesitated. The truth felt too big to fit in a single answer. “About everything,” I finally said. “The office, Adrian, our return…” I trailed off, then sighed. “Us.” Liam didn’t say anything at first. He just reached out and rested h