All Chapters of TOO HOT FOR MR. EX-HUSBAND: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I sat on the balcony, the drizzle falling steadily outside the railings. I enjoyed the cold wind flushing my face and casually moving my hair while my back leaned against the door frame. I clutched the burgundy sweatshirt tighter around my body, wrapping my hands underneath it. And the warmth that spread from the fabric? Perfect for the weather, even though I knew a cup of coffee would have made it even better. The view from the balcony looked even better at night, city lights sparkling like scattered stars below, the soft patter of rain on the railing mixing with distant horns blaring from cars. It felt peaceful, almost healing.My mind drifted back to the field inspection earlier today. The way Williams had watched me the entire time, his eyes following every step I took across the muddy site, every point I made about the drainage channels, and every solution I raised. He hadn’t said much, but that quiet pride in his gaze had stayed with me. It made something warm bloom in my c

With one easy pull, he tore out the shorts from me and flung it to only God-knows-where, my thighs lay bare, twitching from the cold breeze emanating from the door. Then he turned back to face me, pulling off the sweatshirt, like he was unraveling a delicate, sweet treasure. My sweatshirt and blouse came out at once, forming a heap on the floor. His eyes moved, from the red lacy bra tight around my full breasts, his eyes dimmed the moment they set on the darkened, poking nipples. “I love them dark and throbbing, Maya,” he grunted, planting a kiss on my lips over again, two fingers placed around a nipple, then he gave it a tight, sweet squeeze.“ugh-gh,” I cried, taking in the sweet pain I could not get enough of. For a moment, I let my mind forget every worry, everything the media had to say. My hands moved, fast as they pulled the lace around the waistband of his shorts. Williams threw his head back, like every move of my hand was magical, tiny goosebumps formed on his skin where

The evening light filtered through the large windows of the hotel lounge, casting long shadows across the polished wooden floors. I had walked out of my room and down into the lounge, clasping my notepad tightly against my chest.I sat alone at a quiet corner table, nursing a cup of herbal tea, maybe it would do something good to my tongue and make it feel lively again. The TerraNova trip had been exhausting but productive. My designs came to life, and for the first time in a long while, I felt like I was building something that truly belonged to me. Footsteps approached. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. The fragrance already announced who it was even before the thudding sounds of the footsteps.Evelyn stopped a few feet away, her hands clasped tightly in front of her. She looked smaller than usual… shoulders slightly hunched, eyes tired but determined. She waited until I finally lifted my gaze.“Maya,” she said softly, “can I sit?”I stared at her for a long moment, lif

I walked briskly, bag suspended from my hand, heels clicking sharply against concrete as I headed for the lobby entrance, completely unaware of anything around me, my mind was heavy. The week after the UrbanAxis trip hadn’t been any easier, the UrbanAxis project had given Banks Holdings a new facelift. The week had been filled with new clients checking in, new files moving in and out of my desk. Tedious, that’s the word. So much that I had rescheduled my doctor’s appointment for today. Even when I left my desk this morning, I wasn’t expecting much; maybe just a high dose of vitamins, and a new lecture on how to manage stress. That’s basically what I expected to hear! Stress this, stress that. Not a whole new life sprouting within me. A life was growing inside me while I was enjoying the Sex-athon with Williams. Gosh! Maya! I called out to myself. What have you gotten yourself into? I walked still. There’s Mom at home, waiting to be cared for. Her dietary supplements, her

“What, Damian?” I asked, pressing the phone tighter to my ear while balancing a thick folder in my other hand.His next words made me freeze mid-step. “I’m right outside your office.”No way. How could he be here? I hadn’t gotten any call from the receptionist. YES! Patra was supposed to have called and informed me I had a visitor, and if I permitted, he would come up to my office.Men like Damian, always not so different from the likes of Gabriel. He must have either bought his way through with a few notes, or Patra was already soaking up her panties at the sight of a tall, handsome man in a perfect suit, so much that she had forgotten her job description. My stomach tightened. I moved quickly to the door, heart already racing, hoping it was a hopeless prank after all. The instant I pulled it open, Damian stood there in a perfect dark suit, looking like he owned the hallway. His scent sat heavy, hovering and commanding how the air smelled. His beards looked trimmed, better than the