All Chapters of CHASE ME, HUSBAND: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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I’ll teach you a lesson or two

Irene’s POV I watched veins protrude from his hands as he grabbed the guy by the collar. “Please. Let's him go.” I said, touching his arm lightly, but he pulled me behind him. “Stay there,” he ordered, and I huffed. “Chill, man, my friend and I just made a bet. She looks like a catch.” The guy said as he tried to wriggle free of Damian’s grip on his collar. At this point we were getting hard looks from everyone across the bar, even people walking past. Mike came up to us, holding two glasses of beer. He must have stepped out to get them. "Hey, what’s going on?” He asked. I moved closer to him, lowering my voice. “Help me out. He’s really going to hit him in the face.” Mike nodded, then turned to Damian. "There are a couple of CCTV cameras here, man. You could get arrested.” Damian only clutched the guy’s collar tighter ignoring Mike. Pointing at a table, he asked. “And is that a teenager flashing her camera at Irene?” Damian’s shoulders seemed to stiffen at Mike’s wo

Enough fun?

 Irene’s POV Gripping my hips on either side firmly, he brought me down on his face, skimming his tongue through my flesh, and my legs trembled. Biting down on my lips, I broke my skin there as I held back a moan. God knows it was the kind of moan that’ll send neighbors calling 911. “This is…oh.” “I’ll show you how much you like it. Getting a dirty stalker to lick you clean.” He rasped and threw my head back, grinding his face. “So fucking sweet. I could eat you all day.” He groaned. I could feel the ravenous lust from his breath scorching me down there, burning all the way to my insides. Fuck. Neil only ever went down on me because he’d get rewarded with a blowjob. It felt mechanical. He barely enjoyed it, and neither did I. It was more of a scratch-my-back-and-I'll-scratch-yours situation. We pretty much returned the favor to get it over with. But this here… The way he groaned against me, like he’d waited his whole life for this. This wasn’t even the first time, but

Love doesn’t always come in the prettiest way

 Irene’s POV “Did Mom get hurt?” I asked, my voice tight. “Not really.” She said, and my fist balled up. “Don’t lie to me…okay. I promise I’m going up to my apartment right now.” The streets buzzed with screeching sounds of speeding cars as I walked back to the entrance of my apartment. “Goodness. I shouldn’t be saying this, but she hit your mom with her cane. Just a little on the arm.” I tripped back, reaching for my arm, and feeling air tighten up my lungs. ‘A little on the arm’—Tracey''s words echoed in my head as I flattened a palm against my chest, my breath uneven. "What's that sound?” she asked. Feeling my steps slow down and my throat tight, I pressed my weight against the wall. “I’ll call you back." “You should stay…" Tracey’s voice trailed off as I ended the call, my fingers trembling around the phone. Just a few more seconds, I’ll get inside. Grab a couple of pills and I’d be fine. Nodding, I pushed myself along, feeling cold air mixed with heat in my skin as I

He’s totally into you

Irene’s POV Taking the phone off my ear, I frowned as a text popped up on my screen. *742, Maplewood Drive. 9th Floor.* In a few hours, I was walking down the address of the Russo Group. Looking up at the building, I squint my eyes, reading the words on the building. ‘RUSSO GROUP & TH.’ TH? Was that even a word? Shrugging, I walked inside. On getting to his office, I took out my phone, double-checking the floor number. Satisfied, I shut my phone and threw it back in my bag. “You can’t go in there like that.” Someone called, and I stopped short, turning around to spot a lady at the front desk. "Uh...excuse me?” I asked. She stood up, her chin tilted up as she said, "You’re not allowed to walk in without an appointment, ma’am.” I didn’t know if it was just me, but she roamed her eyes over me before her lips pursed. Gesturing at the door, I said. "Oh, I’m not a client or anything. He asked me to drop by to get a card from his PA, Aiden.” “He sounds more of a robot than an

Better than pills

Irene’s POV My grip tightened around the phone. “I’m doing it for Mom. There’s nothing to be happy about.” She chuckled dryly over the phone, and suddenly the air going through my lungs felt stuffy, like dust. I hated it. My reaction to her. “You’re too modest, dear. Damian Russo is the most important man in the city. I bet you don’t watch the news.” “You’d be lucky to have him. Your future and kids will thank you for it.” I scoffed. “Isn’t that the same thing you told Mom? Now look at where that got her. Stuck with a broke—“ “Watch your mouth, girl.” She hissed and a smug smile spread across my lips. So she couldn’t take her own medicine? Hypocrite. “I’m not the same Irene, Nana. Don’t try to hurt her.” She went silent. Then she huffed out a laugh. “Tracey, that little devil, running her mouth and all.” “That’s not even the point.” I snapped. “I know. Get yourself together and make this arrangement work.” I squeezed the sheets in my hand, pressing my back harder int

Did he find me funny?

 Irene’s POV “You’re stalking me again?" He walked past me to the counter, flipping his wallet open and stretching out his card. The lady, who wore a grim expression earlier, suddenly gave a slow smile as she packed bagels into a bag. “Here you go, sir,” she said, tucking a strand at the back of her ear and her cheeks going red. I watched his expression stay neutral, but my lips pursed at him. I was the one that made this order. He collected the bag from her, and her eyes lingered on him as her fingers subtly brushed his hand. I clenched my fist. He’s letting some stranger touch him like this. Pervert. Flirt. Whatever! Not waiting till he was done, I walked in front of him while he followed from behind. “The car’s this way.” He said. “I walked here.” I snapped, my steps increasing, but he caught my arm, pulling me closer. “I was at the gym across the street. I saw you walk past.” He revealed, and my lips pressed together. A flush of embarrassment pricked me. When I ha

Looks expensive

Irene’s POV I froze, my eyes darting around to find almost everyone in my living room. Almost, because it was only Layla missing. My parents stood on one side, both Mom and Tracey grinning from ear to ear as if they were competing. Gramps and nana stayed behind Dad. On the other side was Greg, Damian’s dad, who had a smile with his hands crossed together in front of him. “Go on, dear. He’s waiting.” He said, gesturing towards my room. “Come on, honey.” Mom urged me on, and my brows wrinkled as I inched towards my room. The decorations on the walls, the balloons hanging from my ceiling, and the rose petals trailing up to my room like some red carpet. How did they do all of this and when? Where was Mike? Then I saw him. He was standing there, faced away from me, leaning against the window. “What in the world is going on? We're not in some kind of rom-com movie, are we?” I asked, and he turned slightly. “My dad wanted me to. Just for formality.” My heart dropped to my sto

Congratulations on your engagement

Irene’s POV “Nothing happened. I was just setting her straight," Nana defended. I dug my nails into my palm as Mom stepped forward, nodding. “She’s right.” Dad eyed me before walking past. “Don’t cause any trouble and just focus on your engagement.” “I just said—“ “Do you want me to cook something up for you, honey?" Mom asked, cutting in with a tight smile that made me roll my eyes. Here we go, again. What's the big deal if he knows his mom hurt her? Dad pulled the door open, letting Gramps and Granny step out first, and I caught the old hag’s smug expression as she left. “We’re leaving first. Dean will come back to get you.” Dad said, his eyes lingering on Mom before he left. Phew. Now I could finally breathe. Mom sighed too, rubbing her neck. “You really didn’t have to say that. Everything’s finally working out.” Walking to the table, I picked up the dishes on a tray, and she came up to help. “And when everything’s not, do you get to pay for that?” She didn’t answe

Curiosity killed the cat

 Irene’s POV My eyes shifted to Mom's, and she had a pleading look as she said, “She’s the event planner.” My eyes widened a bit, but I gathered myself as I turned to her. “Looks like you must have thought you’re the last event planner in—“ “I personally asked her to come over.” Mom cut in, and the corner of Mia’s lips lifted up in a small smile. “Yeah. I couldn’t say no to my best friend’s mom—“ “Ex-best friend. From the moment you let him stick his dick down your throat.” I cut her off, and Mom touched my arm slightly. “Language, honey. We’re not here to argue.” “The past is in the past. Besides, you’re getting engaged to someone much better.” Mia said. My lips curled up in irritation. “At least now you know. You snatched a loser," I said, and Mia’s expression dimmed. It was satisfying. Just a little bit. But I needed a full explanation on how Mom assumed it was a good idea to have Mia plan my engagement. “Anyway. You’re right. Everyone is.” She said. "I’m just here

She did

Damian’s POVI felt her chin tremble in my hand, her belly pressing against my pants, and blood rushed to my cock.To be honest, I didn’t want her to make any decisions tonight.Yeah, I could sound like a decent person over the phone, telling her to stop stringing me along and shit. all this time I was dying to buy some time.A day, a week, a month—hell, I wanted her for years to come.Maybe at the pit of my black heart, I knew she’d choose to satisfy her parents.She’d do it for them because she wasn’t as tough as she let on.I saw her smile at that event.It felt like sunshine lit up the entire room, and when she scrunched up her pretty nose, I could sense a little girl that just wanted to be understood.Seen.“You mean like… the rave… where young irresponsible adults go to get wasted?”“Mmmh.” I nodded, and she froze, blinking.“How do you even know about these things?”“Greg. My friend. He’s hosting it.”She eyed my outfit, the corner of her lips lifting into a smile.“Oh.. so th

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