All Chapters of She Was Never Just the Billionaire’s Wife: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

(Natasha)It’s been four days since I received Chase’s message.I still haven’t answered and he hasn’t sent another one.It shouldn’t matter this much but it keeps scraping my nerves.I’m on the living room rug, stacking wooden blocks for Lily to immediately knock over, when the doorbell rings.I open the door without checking the peephole.Chase is standing on the porch.He’s wearing dark jeans and a navy henley with the sleeves pushed up to his forearms.I have to drag my gaze away from his arms and violently suppress the urge to reach out and squeeze them."I know I should have called," he says.His voice is rough."I know you told me to leave you alone.""Chase.""I miss her, Natasha."He doesn't look angry."I don’t want to keep doing this. I can't sit in an empty house and pretend this is a sustainable way to live."My grip tightens on the edge of the door.I have a dozen perfectly valid reasons to slam the door in his face.But the exhaustion in his eyes mirrors my own, and the

(Chase)Lily has lost her spoon.She had it for about five minutes. Then she must have dropped it in the sand and somehow buried it.Now we have the problem all small children eventually have, which is that the spoon she does not need has become the only spoon in the world she wants.It takes us a few minutes of digging in different areas to find it, but eventually I’m victorious."Do you think there’s any chance she’s not going to try and put this in her mouth at some stage?"Natasha looks at me like I’m crazy, which is honestly well deserved."There's a bottle of water in the cool box."I get up and rinse the spoon.Lily watches me with the focused tracking of a small person who’s decided I’m the only one in the world capable of solving this problem and would like me to know she’s impressed.I’m not too dignified to admit it gives me a little thrill of pride.I hand the spoon back.She bonks herself on the chin with it inside ten seconds and starts to cry, hurling the spoon across t

(Mason)So far the view from the corner office at Warren Global has been the best thing about this job.I have a vice president whose chief qualification appears to be not having been fired yet.I’m allowing him to continue to pretend being useful for the time being, because firing him in my first week here would create exactly the kind of small drama I don’t have time for.I’ve been in this chair for three working days and I’ve already fired a head of communications who I caught lying to me.I’ve also killed two of Chase’s pet projects and given the go-ahead on a presentation Natasha gave when she was still working here.I don’t think I’m generally well-liked at this point.On the plus side, I’ve discovered that the Warren Global executive bathroom has heated floors.So far that’s the best part of my new job.The phone on my desk rings."Mr Stein. Mrs Warren is in reception."I stop typing.I know they’re not talking about Natasha, but I check anyway, hoping I’m wrong."Eleanor Warre

(Gloria)It’s nearly ten at night on a Thursday and I’m still at my desk.This is not unusual.I often work late, no matter what day of the week it is.What is unusual is that I’m not alone in the building.Nathanial is across the corridor in the office Mason gave him.I’m overly aware of his proximity, which is annoying me.I don’t look up when his footsteps come down the corridor.I keep my eyes on the contract I’m marking up, pretending to be engrossed in the legalese, even though I’ve been on the same paragraph for twenty minutes and the words have stopped being words.He stops in my doorway with a paper bag."You haven’t eaten anything since lunch.""I had a granola bar at four.""That’s not eating, Gloria. That’s taunting your stomach.""It had nuts in it. They’re healthy.""I brought you the orecchiette. With the broccolini. The way you like it."I look up.He’s leaning against the doorframe in his shirtsleeves with the bag in one hand and a small paper carrier with two coffees

(Chase)Saturday is one of mine, but somehow I came to pick up Lily and didn’t leave.We walked to the park.We ate lunch, which Lily mostly wore.We had a bath that flooded a bath mat because waves make Lily giggle.We read the same board book about a duck four times because Lily loves it.It’s a bit after seven and I’ve just put her to bed in her skylight room.Natasha is in the kitchen putting a casserole in the oven.I’m standing in the doorway watching her.She’s in jeans and a soft grey jumper, sleeves pushed up.I’ve been hard for an hour.I’ve been hard, on and off, all day.I’ve been semi-hard since Tuesday, when she put her hand flat against my chest and said she wasn’t ready.I’m thirty-one years old. I haven’t been this horny in a decade.I also haven’t had sex since the night with Sonia that I can’t remember.The last night of intimacy that I recall was when Natasha and I made Lily.She closes the oven, straightens up and sees me in the doorway."Forty minutes.""Mm.""Ar