All Chapters of CHASE ME, HUSBAND: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Damian’s pov Drumming my fingers against my desk, my eyes glued to my phone lying behind my desktop.I should call her. Explain things too her before it was too late.The door creaked open and Aiden walked, holding a pile of file to his chest.“Good morning sir.” He dropped the pile of files on the desk before straightening up and I only lifted my head briefly.“Hope you had a good night, sir.” He added and I lifted my head this time, my jaw clenching.“I’ve not had one. For days now. I’m sure you know about it.” Adjusting his glasses, he crossed his arms in front of himself.“It’s unfortunate. The incident with the young lady. Our stock has gone down over the last few weeks.” He explained and I clicked my teeth,“So you’ve been watching stock news but you missed when she skipped security and walked in?” “I wasn’t in charge of thr guest list sir. She had an invitation and the right to be there.”Leaning bsck into my chair, frustration built up in me.Not because of thr stock news w


Irene’s POVHe only picked up a call, turning slightly.“Get her out of here. Right now.” He barked into the phone.Almost immediately, two security guards appeared, straining her arms behind her back as they dragged her out.“He’ll never love you. It’s just business and nothing more. He wants me back!" She yelled, kicking her feet in the air as they pulled her out.I watched how his expression stayed neutral.No emotions. Nothing to read into.When my eyes met with Mom's, her eyes widened a bit, but she forced an ‘it’s okay’ smile. I hated it.Because my fiancé’s ex just walked in, shouting at the top of her voice that he’s been sending her flowers and wants her back.So, no. It wasn’t okay!From the corner of my eyes, I caught Mia’s lips lift up in a smirk, and I dug my nails into my palm.Turning to him, I said.“You’ve been sending her flowers? For weeks?” He barely even looked at me as he said,“Sit. Let’s get this over with.”It felt like someone hit the back of my head with

Damian’s POV Drumming my fingers on the bonnet of the car, I waited for her to come out.Actually, stopping by Layla’s hadn’t been in my plans today and to top it off, my dollface was in there.I didn’t deserve to see her without clearing the air.I had done my homework and looked into the florist business card, I found on my desk and discovered something fishy.I wouldn’t want to bring half truths to Irene because she deserved clarity.To know I was for her and she was for me.Mine.It didn’t matter if she was for me.I’d cover for the both of us.Then she walked out, her eyes widening a bit as our eyes met.When she got to where I was standing, I tore my eyes away from her pretending to look at my phone.How did we get here? I couldn’t even look at her in the eye any longer.“Is this what we do now, we run into each other like we’re strangers?” She asked.“I knew you were here.” I said and a glimmer of hope lit in her eyes as she swallowed.God, she looked like she shed some weight

Irene’s pov “Stop acting dumb.” I slurred into the receiver, my eyelid growing heavy as I struggled to keep my weight against the wall.“Are you drunk?” He asked.“Come on, set carnepea here, Mia, hurry.” Layla called, her voice ringing through the cracked door.I was at the balcony, leaning against the railings, a glass of bourbon in my hand, even if mom lectures me about it, I was still sipping it.My bachelorette party was in a few days and Mom, Layla and some of her friends from the club were gggh about it, decorating my apartment and all.Mom wanted me to have it at our house but Layla suggested we do it in my own apartment, it’ll be part of my last memories as a spinster so it had to be my own way.“No. I’m… maybe…” I stopped, biting down on my lips as the rich bass of his voice stirred heat low in my belly.This man. I didn’t like what his effect does on me. I didn’t hate it either.“Oh ok. Just wanted to—““Don’t say it.” I cut in, hissing under my breath.“Don’t say you’re c

Irene’s pov “Stop acting dumb.” I slurred into the receiver, my eyelid growing heavy as I struggled to keep my weight against the wall.“Are you drunk?” He asked.“Come on, set carnepea here, Mia, hurry.” Layla called, her voice ringing through the cracked door.I was at the balcony, leaning against the railings, a glass of bourbon in my hand, even if mom lectures me about it, I was still sipping it.My bachelorette party was in a few days and Mom, Layla and some of her friends from the club were gggh about it, decorating my apartment and all.Mom wanted me to have it at our house but Layla suggested we do it in my own apartment, it’ll be part of my last memories as a spinster so it had to be my own way.“No. I’m… maybe…” I stopped, biting down on my lips as the rich bass of his voice stirred heat low in my belly.This man. I didn’t like what his effect does on me. I didn’t hate it either.“Oh ok. Just wanted to—““Don’t say it.” I cut in, hissing under my breath.“Don’t say you’re c