All Chapters of CHASE ME, HUSBAND: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Playing games with me

Irene’s POV My pulse throbbing at the side of my neck, I craned my neck, trying to check if I could spot him. “Any problem, ma’am?” The driver asked, and I turned around, sinking back to my seat. I knew my face probably looked red-hot like I got slapped or something. But my fantasy might just be happening today, and getting flushed like this was so valid. Tapping my fingers on my collarbones, I drew short breaths into my lungs, my toes tingling. So what now? Do I stop the car and get out? Or does he keep following me? Getting off in the middle of the road was doing too much, wasn’t it? We didn’t want to look desperate to the sole owner of my arousal, did we? "Um, can you slow down a bit?” I asked, and I saw how the driver pulled his head back through the rearview mirror. One that said, ‘Are you crazy?’ “I’m going the speed limit. Can’t go any slower, except we want to be running under a truck anytime from now on." He said. Shit. Shit. Taking out my phone, I clicked into

Honk Twice

 Irene's POV“Now don’t tell me it’s nothing.” Mike’s voice faded in my ears as I looked around.The ceiling, the corners, space under the light, and where I thought he could be watching me from.“Are there CCTV cams in here?” I asked, and Fred nodded.“I guess the owners don’t want anyone hooking up back here. But some people don’t give a fuck.”“Like you.” Mike chimed in, and they both exchanged heated glances, moving closer to each other.“Yeah. Now, tell me about it.” Fred said, wrapping his arms around Mike’s neck and pulling him close for a kiss.I smiled, walking to grab my bag.That was my cue to leave.It warmed my heart that my off-key or not-so-off-key voice set the mood for both of them.“See you guys later.” I called over my shoulder as I left the room.Laughing to myself, I imagined Mike was too busy to notice me leaving, panting in the arms of his lover.Taking out my phone, I texted him back.*CCTV CAMS ARE NORMAL AROUND HERE. HOW DO I KNOW YOU’RE NOT PLAYING ME?* I as

The lovely thing

Irene’s POVWordlessly, he got off the bed, and panic rose in my throat.Did I do something wrong?Fuck things up out of too much excitement.Sitting up, I watched him disappear behind the closet, coming back with a small bag.Dumping it on the nightstand, he zipped it open, and I craned my neck, peeking, and what I saw next made me gasp.Straps, cuffs, all kinds of BDSM shit.Has he done this before?“You should learn to keep those hands to yourself. Touching me when I’m this hard will get you in trouble, doll face.” He said, his tone filled with raw need.The lust dancing in his eyes as he looked me over before turning to take out ties.Plopping down on one knee, he caught my wrists in his hands, tying them up to the headboard, and my breath quickened as I felt the rush, running through me.“Let go of me.” I protested, slightly wriggling against his hold, and he let out a throaty chuckle.“You’d have to try harder than that.”Going to my ankles, he did the same thing, tying each of

The engagement is off

Damian's POV Shock flashed across her beautiful features. “You're kidding, right?” She asked, putting her feet on the floor. “Isn't that what you've always wanted?” I fired back, turning away. "Yeah, it was. My family needs this marriage, not me," she said. “That's a really nice thing to say. You're making the situation a lot better.” I said, sarcasm ringing in my tone, as she came up to me. Folding her arms across her chest, she said. “I…I didn't mean to sound like that. It's just—" she paused, biting her lips and staring down at her feet. I knew it. Everything going through that little mind of hers. She was under pressure. From family, her dream, and then there's me. The persistent bastard that wants a woman I just met to fall for me before we had sex. Even if I felt like a fucking idiot with the way my groin area has been aching for weeks now. Aching for her. “I think it's—" she started, pressing her lips together, and my chest tightened in fear. In fear

I’ve always wanted her

Damian's POV Henry Reynolds. Clenching my jaw as I stared at his back, I walked around the desk, taking my seat. “You're here, son-in-law. Was about to call Harry.” He said, sinking back into his seat. Leaning on my elbows, I stared hard at him. “Remember you're dealing with me, not my dad.” “And don’t you think it too early to call me son-in-law?” I asked, keeping my tone neutral. I didn’t know what Irene has been up to. Has she told him? His brows drew together, panic flashing through his features. “Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts about it.” Ah.. ok..the marriage was still on. I let out a silent breath of relief at the knowledge that she hadn’t told them yet. Throwing a drawer open, I took out a bottle of whiskey, twisting the cap off the bottle. “Why? Are you worried?” I asked. Linking his fingers, I watched his shoulders stiffen. “I know my daughter is a lot of things. But she's resourceful. She has a law degree. She can handle legal cases for the compa

Save that voice

✅  Irene's POV Drawing my eyes shut, my thumb hovered over the screen as I thought how stupid the whole idea of texting him was. It was giving desperate. Tossing my phone next to me, I curled up in bed. No. Doing nothing will only fill up the gaps in my head, making me think of things I shouldn't. So I got out of bed. Rolling out my yoga mat, I did my usual routine of cat-cow and child's pose and then went on to meditation. After that I took a shower and slipped into my nightie, taking a seat in front of my laptop. Maybe my hormones were getting the better of me because the meditation seemed like a waste. I still couldn't concentrate. Taking off my glasses, I leaned my forehead against my hand, staring blankly at the screen of my laptop. My lookbook stared right back at me. I've been trying to gather them in one file for weeks now, and all my attempts seem pointless…. Or you've been thinking about his dick… A tiny voice in my head whispered and grabbed a fistful of my h

He’s not gay!

Irene’s POV His lips crashed against mine in time, shutting me up. “You like it. The way you act like you don't makes me want to bury all my fingers in you. Can you take it?” He asked in between our kiss, and I let out an “Mmmh” sound. I thought about how it'll feel with all his fingers inside me when I could barely contain just these two. The idea of getting forced to take him made my walls contract, my legs shake, and my back slide down the wall. He released my lips, going back to cover my nipples with his mouth. Then he bit me there gently, and I threw my head back, twisting my body. “Tell me, love.” “Uhh—no." I barely recognize the desperation in my own voice as he finger-fucked me harder, releasing my nipples with a pop only to knead them. This was too much. His eyes locked on mine, both my hands over my head, his fingers still buried in me while I wriggled against his hold. “You wear those little skirts, shaking your tight ass all over town, and you say you can’t take

I’m parched

Irene's POV Taking the phone off my ear, something nasty settled at the pit of my stomach as I thought about it. I could turn down the admission offer, take out my résumé, and start applying for jobs at firms. Forget about the silly lookbook I've been working on and everything else. Or I could take the admission offer and start waiting for some miracle to happen that’ll turn my family's situation around. I needed to do something. My throat itched for some alcohol, but I had to fight it back by picking strong coffee over it. I needed to save every penny. No blowing cash on stupid stuff. When we’re out together, Mike always pays for the drinks. But now, with Fred in the picture, I figured he'd want to come through for him at times. I didn't want to bother anyone. Tweaking my résumé, I applied to two firms. On getting a confirmation email about my successful application, I stepped out and to get coffee. “Double espresso, please," I ordered, flashing a smile at the brunette a

We’ll figure it out

 Irene's POV “Nana and Gramps?” I asked and she nodded. Taking my hands in hers, she rubbed them gently. “Are you okay, sweetie?" No, I wasn't. Dad knew how much I didn't want to be around them. After what they put me through back then, I didn't think I'd get out without going to rehab at least once in my lifetime. “Why are they coming?" I asked, Pressing her palm to the side of her neck, she said. “I just said it. Your engagement is in a few days." My eyes widened, a weight settling in my chest. But he broke it off. No, I did. And you were supposed to tell them like you promised him, the tiny voice in my head reminded me. How could I think of breaking the news? We were flat broke. Dad was on the edge, and Mom had to handle his mood. Now my grandparents were coming over for the very engagement I was going to announce was over… Digging my nails into my palm, I almost cut through my own flesh as if feeling pain would make me numb to the ones tightenin

Show them what you got

 Damian's POV Drumming my fingers against my thighs, I watched the entrance through my tinted window. I wondered if she'd like it. If I wanted her to go in the midst of those people and pitch her dream, showing them how good she was, I wanted her to look her best. Aiden walked through the entrance, and I clenched my jaw. It wasn’t like she could get dressed within a minute or two. I mean, she must have dozed off. “What did she say?” I asked as Aiden got into the driver’s seat. “Don't worry, sir. She'll love it.” He answered. “Who said I was?” Actually I was. But that was for me to know. Twisting my wrist, I checked the time on my watch, noticing it was past another good ten minutes. Shit. I better go bring her down myself. It was a bad idea to have left her to it in the first place. What if she changed her mind? The moment I grabbed the door handle, she walked right through the entrance, and I froze. The cream colored dress hugged her curves effortlessly, blending with

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