All Chapters of CHASE ME, HUSBAND: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Irene’s POV “She’s at it again," I hissed. “I don’t want to force you into anything," Mom started. “But I think you should make your decision about him.” Trapping my lips under my teeth, I swallowed my words. “Don’t lead him on.” Those were Mom's last words before the line went off, and I sank in my seat, blowing a breath. I should call her back. Paying up my fees at the counter, I left for home. Staring at my phone for minutes, my hands itched to pick it up and call him. We needed to talk. He deserved some clarity. But I chickened out and texted him instead. *HEY* Stabbing a fork into an apple, I pressed the fruit to my lips as I leaned against the kitchen island, my eyes glued to my phone’s screen. Biting into the apple, I tapped on my collarbones, contemplating on what next to say if he called when my phone beeped. His caller ID appeared on the screen, and I jumped in my skin, fidgeting with my phone. God, what was I supposed to say? Wetting my lips, I made a coun


Irene's POV I watched a muscle twitch in his jaw as we got into the car, sitting next to each other. My chest tightened up in dread, remembering how good the saltiness of his cum felt down my throat. How he'd hesitated but treated my mouth like that of a slut as he used me. This kink of mine had many layers, but he was gradually peeling them off step by step. I didn't want that to change. Marriage would change him. He didn't want this broken girl for himself. It was best we remained two adults just getting off each other. “Did you have this in mind back there? Even before you got down on your knees?” He asked, and I dug my nails into my lap, knowing what he was driving at. He thought I led him on to get ahead and then decided to tell him later just so he wouldn't back out. But no. Every confusion I'd been having about this all cleared up. I knew I didn't want this. “It doesn't matter.” “We both want this, right?” I asked, and he looked away, his jaw clenching. That was

Damian’s POV Taking the phone off my ear, I checked the screen only to realize she’d hang up. Dialing her number back, it rang a few times before it went to voicemail. Damn it. I turned around, grabbing my drink from the desk. “Is that my daughter-in-law?” Her voice sounded, and I paused before lifting my head. It was Layla. She was standing by the door, her hands held in front of her, as she forced a smile. “Harry is here. I just came to say hi and—“ “Who let you in?” I asked, bringing the glass to my lips, and she pressed her lips together, fiddling with her bag. I sure hoped it wasn’t Aiden because he’d better be ready to kiss his job goodbye. “You’re still mad at me. For being with your dad, I know. But I care about our family.” Letting out a sharp laugh, my drink went down the wrong pipe, and I coughed. “Do you want me to get you water?” She asked, hurrying to get the jug from the center table. Waving her off, I said. “I’m fine." Her fingers grippe

Damian’s POV “We meet in court. That’s how it goes.” “You brought up the marriage deal in the first place. I was just going to work it out with the investors.” He said. “Next time, do your homework before getting into trouble.” I advised. “Is this really how you’d treat my family if you and my daughter had worked out?” Regret laced his tone as he asked. If only he weren't Irene’s dad. I’d have shown him the length I could really go to prove that point to him. Instead of telling him to fuck off, I said, “I’ll join the meeting with the investors and make them see reasons. That’s as far as I go.” “You want me to suck up to you. Taking favors? No.” “So you’re going to let your pride get in the way.” I said, my tone taunting even for me. When he didn’t say anything, I continued. “Don’t be so full of yourself, Henry. Your wife could go to jail. Think about your family,” I said. “I am. That’s why I need to stay the hell away from you and your family’s favor.” The line on the oth


Irene’s POV Drawing in a shaky breath, I kissed his back, matching the rhythm of how he pressed himself against me. Burying his fingers in my hair, he tugged my head back, snatching back full control. That’s good because that’s all I’ve ever wanted. To bend to his will. Trying to stand eye level with him, I let my heels touch the ground again, and moaned into his mouth. Even with the heels, I still had to stand on my toes if I wanted to reach this big boy’s lips. As if he read my mind, he leaned forward, meeting me where I was to work deeper into my mouth. On the other hand, I dug my fingers into his arms, my back arched as I took him. Suddenly, he paused, and every nerve in me screamed as he pulled back. “Who’s that? Inside the car.” He asked. I noticed he looked over my shoulder, and I turned slightly, wishing the car would disappear right now so we could just finish what we started. "No, it’s no one. Just…" I stood on tiptoe, straining for his lips again, but he shifted