บททั้งหมดของ Sorry, Ex-husband You Lost Me : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Kennedy's POV Moments later, I returned, balancing a large breakfast tray loaded with freshly baked croissants, fruit, pancakes, eggs, and the strawberry smoothie Brenda had been craving.She clapped excitedly the moment she saw it."You actually made all this?""I told you I would."I set the tray down in front of her before leaning over to kiss her forehead."Now eat before our little troublemaker starts protesting again."She smiled so brightly that it made every bit of effort worthwhile.Before either of us could touch the food, the suite door swung open without warning.My mother swept inside first, dressed elegantly as always, with Fiona and Leonard following close behind."These are my favorite people!" Mom announced happily.She walked straight past me and wrapped Brenda in a gentle hug before carefully placing both hands over her stomach."And how are my favorite daughter-in-law and my precious grandbaby doing this morning?"Brenda laughed."We're both doing wonderfully."Mo

Kennedy's POV Without wasting another second, I forwarded the presentation file to Brenda.The moment it finished uploading, I leaned back in my chair and let out a slow breath.There.Problem solved.A smug smile tugged at my lips.Good riddance to bad rubbish.Maybe losing Janelle wasn't the inconvenience I'd momentarily convinced myself it was.There was nothing she had ever done that Brenda couldn't do better.Brenda was intelligent, sophisticated, well travelled and had spent years watching her father run Sterling House as its General Manager. If anyone understood boardroom presentations, negotiations, and luxury branding, it was her.Besides, she had lived abroad for years.Compared to Janelle, Brenda was in an entirely different league.Now that I thought about it, calling Janelle had been a complete waste of time.Why would I need a woman like her when I already had Brenda?A notification flashed across my screen.Voice Note — Brenda.My face immediately lit up."That's my g

Janelle's POV The SUV rolled through the wrought-iron gates of the penthouse and I was still absentmindedly twisting my wedding ring around my finger when the vehicle came to a smooth stop. Zane stepped out first before walking around to my side. He opened the door and held out his hand. "Mrs. Jones." A laugh escaped me before I could stop it. "You seem to enjoy saying that." "I do." Shaking my head, I placed my hand in his and climbed out of the car. The moment my feet touched the driveway, something caught my attention. Parked directly in front of the entrance was a luxury sedan unlike anything I had ever seen before. It was wrapped with an enormous ivory ribbon that stretched elegantly from the hood to the trunk, and beside it stood a chauffeur dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, waiting with his hands respectfully clasped behind his back. I stopped walking. "...Zane." He looked at me innocently. "Yes?" "What is that?" "My wedding gift to you” I blinked. "

Chapter 28Janelle’s POVMy body reacted before my mind could catch up.Heat flooded between my legs. I was already wet, the soft fabric of my sleep shorts clinging uncomfortably as I clenched my thighs together in a futile attempt to ease the ache. Hearing him talk like that made my pulse hammer in my throat. I grabbed the edge of the duvet and yanked it up over myself, creating a barrier that felt paper-thin against the intensity of his gaze.Without looking at him, I shoved one of the pillows toward his chest.“You can sleep on the couch if you want.”Zane’s low chuckle filled the quiet room.“I’ve never seen an adult afraid of sex in my entire life.”I finally met his eyes, heat still burning across my cheeks.“And you’re concluding that… why?”“You just rejected me,” he said, the corner of his mouth lifting. “I get it. I’m a contract husband and again, I overstepped my boundaries. Maybe I’m doing too much and I’m sorry…”The words landed harder than they should have. Something i

Janelle’s POV My fingers tangled in Zane’s hair the moment his mouth sealed over me again. I almost closed my thighs around his head from pure instinct, the pleasure so sharp it bordered on overwhelming. In two full years of marriage Kennedy had never once put his mouth between my legs, no matter how many times I begged or told him how much I wanted it. The memory flashed and vanished beneath the wet heat of Zane’s tongue. He sucked my clit without pause, flicking the swollen bud over and over while the filthy sound of his mouth working me filled the room. Every long pull and rapid flutter of his tongue sent another broken cry tearing from my throat. I thrashed against the sheets, hips jerking, voice rising higher with every second. “Please don’t stop… don’t you fucking stop…” The coil inside me wound tighter and tighter until my legs began to shake. “I’m close,” I gasped, the words barely coherent. “Zane… I’m…” My back arched hard off the mattress as I came, pulsing ag