Todos los capítulos de Dear ex-husband, I'm now your ruthless, cocky boss's wife.: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

~~~Zendaya~~~The second his hand yanks my arm and pulls me up like I’m nothing, my breath catches. I’m still thinking, still buzzing from the way he just tasted me, still riding that high of having him groaning my name like I was the only thing keeping him alive, when he suddenly slams my back down onto the mattress. The impact punches the air out of me, but I don’t even have time to gasp before he’s tearing my legs apart, spreading them wide so he can kneel between them like a man who’s been starving for this.His eyes lock on my pussy, pink, swollen, still glistening from everything we just did and he flashes all thirty-two teeth in a savage grin that makes my stomach flip. “Fuck, Zen,” he growls, voice low and rough. “Look at you… so fucking pretty.” His palm slides slow, deliberate, one thick finger tracing through my folds, spreading the mess he just left inside me. The cool air hits my skin and I moan, hips jerking up into his touch.“Ahhh… Ronan… please—”He pulls away like

~~~Ronan~~~ I groaned as the pounding in my skull hit like a freight train. My eyes snapped open, and I immediately slammed them shut again, wincing at the daylight stabbing through the blinds. Fuck. I rolled onto my back, one hand pressing hard against my temple, fingers digging into my hair like that could somehow shut the noise off. The room spun for a second, but I forced myself upright, bare feet hitting the cool hardwood floor. Every step felt like it was taking a hammer to my brain. I sat on the edge of the bed and dragged both hands down my face, trying to shake the hangover loose. That was when I noticed it, the cold spot beside me on the mattress. My stomach dropped. I yanked the duvet off in one sharp motion and froze. Empty. Not a trace of her. The air in the room felt thicker, heavier, like the silence was screaming at me. My gaze flicked around the space. No clothes crumpled on the floor. No hint that someone had been here. Just my shirt and pants tossed haphazardly i

~~~Nadia~~~Oh my God.My sister is such a dramatic fucking witch.I storm down the front steps, jaw clenched so tight it aches. The second the door shuts behind me I let out this sharp, pissed-off breath and dig my keys out of my bag like they’ve personally offended me.What the fuck did she mean by “I don’t want to be with Ronan”?Like hell.It’s so obvious that man is crazily obsessed with her. He’s been chasing her for months. Months. And he’s not just any guy — he’s the most powerful man in this entire city. He could give her every luxury she could ever want. Cars, houses, trips, whatever. And on top of all that? He’s her ex-husband’s boss. The ultimate power move. Who the fuck wouldn’t want to be with a man like that?But no. Not Zendaya. She’s been a stubborn little loggerhead about it from day one. Acting like sleeping with him was some unforgivable crime instead of the best thing that’s happened to her in years.I yank the car door open and drop into the driver’s seat hard en

~~~Nadia~~~I hear the engine shift behind me.The sound of tires turning on asphalt. Then the car speeds off into the dark.I spin around fast.My eyes go wide.Holy Christ. He actually left.For a second I just stand there staring at the empty stretch of road where his taillights just disappeared. Then the frustration hits me all at once.I stomp one foot hard against the ground. Then the other. My bag swings against my side as I kick at nothing, letting out these sharp, angry little sounds that are half sob, half growl. Tears spring up hot and fast—crocodile tears, the dramatic kind I usually save for when I’m really pissed.“Are you serious right now?” I snap at the empty darkness. “He could’ve pushed harder. Could’ve kept arguing. But no—I say no one time and he just turns around and drives off? Leaves a single woman alone on this lonely, dangerous road at night?”I wipe at my face with the back of my hand, still fuming.“Pfft. Not as generous as I thought.”I force myself to sta

~~~Zander~~~I don’t get women.I only wanted to help her. That’s it. And she goes full pride mode and shuts me down like I offered her poison. Yeah, she’s pretty as hell—had a thing for her the first time we met. Helping her tonight was supposed to be the easy way in. Get her number, maybe talk, see if we could be friends… or more. Instead she’d shut me down cold and kept walking that empty road alone.She’ll still need my help. I know it.I can’t leave her alone on this lonely stretch of road. That’s why I pretended to drive away. I circled around and parked under a thick tree about ten minutes ahead of where she was walking, lights off, engine quiet. Waiting for her to pass so I could “coincidentally” offer again.Twenty minutes crawl by.She still hasn’t reached me.I frown and scan the dark road behind me. Has she already flagged a cab? No. That’s not possible. Not a single car has come this way since I stopped here.Could something have happened to her?The thought hits hard and