Todos los capítulos de TOO HOT FOR MR. EX-HUSBAND: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 75

My heart lurched. I couldn’t let it end like this. Williams was deeply hurt. It was evident in the fast strides he took towards his office, in the way his shoulders stood straight. And his eyes? Gosh! Those eyes held so much jealousy I hadn't seen in them before, not even around Gabriel.“Williams, wait!” I ran after him, heels clicking frantically on the floor, sounding a little too loud.He didn’t stop. His broad shoulders stayed rigid as he walked straight to his office at the end of the hall. I followed, breath coming fast. Thank goodness the hallway was empty and his office was nearest to mine; it would have been so awkward having other staff members watch us.By the time I reached his door, he was already inside, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the city as if it had personally offended him. I stepped in and closed the door behind me. “Williams, please listen to me,” I said, voice urgent. “Damian just showed up. I had no idea until he stood by m

I sat behind my desk, staring at the empty inbox on my laptop screen. The office felt too quiet, too hollow. The staff members had started engaging in side talks, ones I could only hope wouldn't get escalated. It was inevitable, things had gone really cold around here. Ever since Steele Architecturals lost the UrbanAxis contract to TerraNova, it was as if every other project had flown away with the wind. Worst still, that project had been handled by TerraNova after I had sold off my shares trying to raise funds. I rubbed my face with both hands, the stubble on my jaw rough under my palms as I swallowed the growing knot in my throat. And Amila? Well, I had no plans of making my day any worse. But the universe seemed to have decided to switch in my favor one more time. Last week, Damian Reyes had walked into this same office, all confident and sharp suits, promising to get the company a huge project to keep us afloat. He knew what was at stake. His father owed my father a mass

The SUV hummed smoothly along the road, the city lights blurring past the tinted windows. Williams' thick hands held the steering wheel, I tried not to look too much even though a part of me wished I was the one being held in the manner, the grip hard and tight on my butt cheeks, parting them slightly while he slams into me. Gosh! I pulled my eyes off and tried to focus on the long stretched out road leading to somewhere I wasn’t sure of, but I was sure that wasn't the route to his house.That was when I understood what was going on, or maybe suspected. Behind us, the driver followed in my new black Mercedes, the one Williams had gifted me earlier that day. The colorful balloons were still on the two sides of the doors, swaying as the car moved. I kept stealing glances at it in the side mirror, still not quite believing it was mine. Was he taking me to my… new house? When we left the office I had thought he was bringing me to his house… Not like I didn't want that, but I was scared