Todos los capítulos de Five Years Too Late, Ex-husband!: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 88

~ DAISY'S POV ~The heat in my body is a roaring fire. I am sitting on his lap, my hands gripping his shoulders tight. I am shaking all over and the sweat is pouring down my wet skin. The pulse in my pussy is fast, and it only makes me lose my mind.Sebastian groans as he looks away from me, unable to watch me in so much pain and discomfort. He turns his head to the side as if he does not want to make any eye contact with me. Or probably, he does not want to look at my half-naked body. He must be trying to fight the desire in his own chest because I can feel his breath coming fast and loud.“Please, Sebastian… it hurts,” I sob, my voice coming out like a whisper. I rub my body against his hard chest, pulling at his black clothes. “Do something. Make it stop burning. I can't take it anymore.”Sebastian, unable to bear seeing me like this, finally speaks up. He turns his dark eyes back to my face, his hands moving to grip my waist tightly. “Daisy, look at me,” he growls, his voice de

~ DAISY'S POV ~My phone keeps pinging with lots of notifications and messages from my brands and partners calling to break their contracts.Even after the text Damien sent to me some minutes ago, I still do not smile because I wonder what evidence he has.Now, the big jewelry brand that signed me last month sends a long email, saying they do not want my face on their billboard anymore.The makeup company cancel the deal I have with them immediately without asking for my explanation. Even the fashion house sends an email to say I am no longer their brand ambassador.One by one, almost every single company pulls away from me like I am a dangerous disease. They do not care about the truth as they only see the lies Vanessa and the director told on the television.The life I have built carefully these past years is on the verge of collapsing to the ground, and all that was because of Vanessa yet again. Everything is really falling apart. The money, the respect and the safe home I want fo

~ SEBASTIAN'S POV ~I hold the pen tight, but inside me, my blood is starting to boil. I watch her face and wait for her to agree to my terms.But no, she does not. She pulls her chin up and tries to look brave, but I can see her chin shaking.“I… I don't know what you are talking about,” she stammers, her voice getting louder and shriller. “You can't do this to me. You can't just lock me up here. I am a free person and I demand you release me right now. Let me go.”The lie hits my ears like a slap, snapping something inside me. The tiny bit of patience I have left completely vanishes and my fingers balls into a tight, hard fist. The skin across my knuckles stretches so hard it hurts but I do not wait. I step right into her space, my shoes slamming against the floor and I lean down until my face is just inches from hers.“Shut up!” I roar.The sound echoes off the high walls like a thunderclap, causing the waitress to shriek, throwing her hands up to cover her head. She shrinks down

~ DAISY'S POV ~I notice something flash in Damien’s eyes. It is a quick one but I see it.Though he nods at my request, the look he has on his face is strange. If I should guess what kind of look is that, to me, it's a look that says, that is the right thing to do.You have to confront him or you lose and you can't lose because I will be the one to suffer the consequences.Anyways, I ignore that as I have nothing to say about it, besides I am not sure if I'm right or not.He looks at me, nods his head once and presses his foot down on the pedal. The engine roars and we drive straight to Sebastian's apartment.While Damien drives, I just stare out the window as the surroundings and the buildings, even the streets we pass by all look familiar.I hate this, I hate to be reminded of my past but I have no choice. Even my mind is focused on only one thing which is the waitress.My hands are clenching so tightly in my lap that my nails are biting into my skin. None of us say anything to eac