Chasing My Stripper Ex Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 5

Derek's POVI don't sleep. Every time I close my eyes I see Vanessa against that wall, feel her lips on mine, hear the way she moaned my name. Then I see that security guard yanking me off her and the look on her face when I left.By six AM I'm in my home gym taking my frustration out on the punching bag. My jaw is swollen, there's a cut on my lip, and my ribs ache from where that guy hit me. I look like I got in a bar fight.My phone rings. Jake. I ignore it but he calls again, so I finally answer."Where the hell were you last night? You disappeared and didn't answer my calls," he says, sounding worried and pissed. "Please tell me you didn't do something stupid.""I paid twenty thousand for a private session with the club's top dancer." I hit the bag again, harder. "Turned out to be my ex-wife. Her security guard punched me in the face. Stupid enough for you?"Silence. Then, "Jesus Christ, Derek. Your ex-wife is a stripper?""Apparently." I sit down on the bench, breathing hard. "Sh

Derek's POVVanessa falls asleep in my car on the way to my penthouse, exhausted from crying and the emotional wreckage of the night. I carry her up from the parking garage and she doesn't wake up, just curls into my chest like she used to. It does something to me, seeing her this vulnerable again.I put her in my bed and she immediately burrows under the covers, still wearing the clothes I gave her after we left the club. I should probably sleep on the couch but I can't make myself leave, so I lie down on top of the covers next to her and just watch her breathe.This is what I wanted two years ago. Her in my space, in my bed, choosing me. Except it doesn't feel like a choice so much as a necessity, like we're both addicts who can't quit each other no matter how much damage we cause.My phone buzzes. Jake, again. I've been ignoring his calls all night but I finally answer, stepping out into the hallway so I don't wake Vanessa."Are you alive?" he asks immediately. "Because you disappe