Semua Bab Hands Off, Mr. Ex : Bab 1 - Bab 5

JulietteThe empty seat across from me was the sign that my marriage was in trouble.I kept staring at the door, waiting for Damien to walk through it. Usually, no matter how late he worked, he always made it back earlier on the days of our anniversary. I would argue he shouldn't even be working on that day, but one thing I'd accepted about Damien was his dedication to his work. I wouldn't go as far as calling it an obsession, but it was real close.It wasn't like I didn't appreciate how hard he was working. The results were definitely there; he'd risen to the top in less time than anyone else had. I just wished he had more time for me, like he had in the beginning. I inhaled a deep breath, forcing myself to see the bright side of things. We were still together, and that was the most important thing.My phone beeped and I picked it up, swiping my thumb across the screen. It was a text from him. 'Driver’s waiting downstairs. Wear something nice.' I stood in front of my dressing mirror

JulietteI didn’t look at him when he walked in.I didn't acknowledge his presence even the slightest bit. I simply carried on brushing my hair like I hadn’t heard the door open, like my body hadn't tensed the second I'd gotten a whiff of his cologne. He always walked like he owned every space he entered. Even now…after everything, he still stood in our room like he belonged in it. Or was I the one who no longer belonged in it?I caught his reflection in the dressing mirror. His shirt was wrinkled. His tie was gone. His eyes... were fixed on me. Watching me the way you watch a fire when you’re not sure if it’s dying down or about to escalate. I turned and darted a glance his way, when I would have given him a hug and a kiss in the past. The gesture was enough to send a message that I couldn't care less anymore after what he'd done. I turned my head back to the mirror, going right back to pretending he wasn’t there. I rounded the bed, carefully stepping past him as I headed for my wa

JulietteI managed to make it into the bedroom somehow, closing the door behind me and immediately heading for the shower. I shouldn't have let him corner me. Shouldn't have let him touch me between my legs. Because now I was a storm of emotions; anger, hurt, lust. Especially lust, I thought, recalling how easily he'd sank his fingers in my pussy.The water was hot as I stepped into the shower. Too hot. My skin burned, but not enough to distract me from my hardened nipples, or swollen clit. By the time I stepped out of the shower and tied my robe around myself, I felt worse, not better. The robe lightly scratched against my nipple, the friction so tortuously delicious I almost screamed.Damien thankfully still hadn't come up yet.I pulled open the small drawer in my wardrobes, taking out the pink dildo laying inside of it before padding down the hallway barefoot to the guest room. I didn’t bother locking the door. At this point, I no longer gave a fuck. just wanted one moment — one si