All Chapters of CHASE ME, HUSBAND: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Irene's POV My eyes widened slightly at the photo on the screen before I turned to the woman, forcing a smile. “Yes, ma'am. That's me. But that isn't part of my pieces.” I answered her, and she waved it off. “Nonsense. I think your outfit is beautiful. The angle, the fabric—amazing. You made it yourself?” She asked, curiosity evident in her eyes, while the other two at her sides exchanged meaningful glances. “Um. Yea-yeah. I was just fooling around.” I bit my lip, feeling a rush of stupidity run through me. Seriously? Was that the best answer I could come up with? Aside from the fact that the chair was really comfortable, I could feel my thighs grow clammy with sweat, gumming together. Cracking my knuckles, my throat pulsed in dread as she turned to the others, whispering in low tones. Jesus. Were they already deciding to throw me out even before they asked questions? Mike was going to kill me. He’d put in a good word for me. Deciding it was best to give it my last shot. Bet

Irene's POV Anticipation thrummed in my veins as he gripped my hips, running his hand over the swell of my ass. His eyes lit up with hunger that matched mine as he stared at my lips. “Are you hoping I'll throw you over my shoulder? Take you back to my apartment, tie these little hands up, and fuck you raw, against your will?” He asked, his dirty words doing magic in between my legs as something welled up in my core. More than wetness. The tightness assured me that what he just asked was exactly what I wanted. Biting down a moan, I tried to breathe without gasping as he trailed his finger up the middle of my ass crack, and I twisted my toes together. “I don't know what you mean.” I lied, my voice barely above a whisper. His lips curled into a wicked smile as he squeezed my waist, drawing me in while I gladly gave him the reins. He could make me his bitch for all I cared. Being pressed against him, outside my apartment, in the line of sight of everyone who cared to noti

Irene's POV I picked up his call, my pulse hitting a nerve. "Hi." “Evening, Miss Reynolds.” He greeted, and my brows wrinkled. Now I was Miss Reynolds. Don't tell me he forgot my name. ‘What right do you have to call my name?’ was what you said the last time, remember? the tiny voice in my head reminded. “So I uh…" I wetted my lips as I pulled the straps of my robe tighter around me. “I'm trying to talk to my dad. You know… tell him I'd not be coming to his dinner—" “I'll do that. Just get ready. That's all you need to do.” He cut in, and my mouth fell open. Oh ok. As much as I'd love for him to do that, I couldn't help but feel something burning in my throat. Anger. He acted a lot like my dad. Always getting things done his way. “You sound like you get everything you want.” “You decide stuffs without asking if the other person is okay with it.” I said, under my tongue growing bitter. “Don't you want me to? I just thought it'd be better this way.” He said. Pushing my fi

Irene's POV I melted into his arms, moaning as I returned his kiss with a hot, hungry one, not matching the gentle way he was doing it. He backed me to the wall, my breath catching in my throat as my core clenched and unclenched. At some point I felt his lips brushing against mine like he was giving me an air peck or something. Come, big boy, give me some gutso! I almost say the words out loud. Taking matters into my own hands, I flipped myself around, switching our positions, and he let me. “Irene.” He called, but I was already peeling off the buttons of his shirt, one of my legs hooking around his waist, the rest of the world invisible to me. More like I was in a trance. With just him. “Rene, stop.” He said, pulling away but not so that he broke our kiss. My fingers trembled as I continued down his shirt until he caught my wrist. “We're not doing anything. Not here.” Something sort of snapped in my head. Dignity. Shame. More confusion. Biting my lips in disappointment,

Irene's POV Taking her hands, I covered hers with mine, feeling them tremble under mine. “No. I got to do this.” Her expression cracked and a tear slid down her cheeks. “You stayed because of me. All these years. I know—" Wiping off her tear with my finger, my throat grew tight. She looked down at our hands laced together, a half-smile stretching her lips. “You did?” Throwing my head back to hold in tears, I realized I'd been a self-centered, selfish brat that only thought of herself. To be honest, now that we’re at it, confronting our feelings, the scales fell from my eyes. “You always acted like you were okay. But I knew you wished you could leave.” "I...I held you back.” My voice broke. Shaking her head, she drew me into her arms, stroking my hair. “No baby. I cherished every single second of being your mom. Still do.” Relaxing my muscles, I sniffled against her shoulder. “I love you.” “I love you more.” She whispered. I left my dad's house feeling mushier than the