Chasing My Irresistible Ex Wife Novels & Stories

No matter how crazy my imagination is, it couldn’t, even in its wildest form, have made that up. And then he went back to his workaholic life, leaving me to wonder if maybe I was losing my mind, and that the chemistry and intensity I felt on the wedding day weren’t there. Perhaps I was too sleep-deprived to think straight. But no, that can’t be true, because even after, I could taste it. The chemistry, I mean. It’s been thick and large and has been seeping into my lungs with every breath I take. And it’s driving me insane, I see him and I want to jump him all the time.

That I saw my ex-wife with a man some weeks ago, and I ran into her again, and she is likely married to the man and they have kids, and no matter how I try not to think about it, I fucking can't "I'm sorry!" I growled, raking my hand through my hair. "Stay away from me, and go get your shit together!" Cherry snapped and walked into the washroom, banging the door shut I dragged my fingers through my hair, blowing out a deep breath. A Sharp buzz of a phone shifted my attention, and before I could take a step towards it, the washroom door burst open again. Cherry limped back to the bed, grabbed her phone, and quickly silenced the call

Chase reached for her, grabbing her hips and impaling her on his twitching cock. “I love you I never want to be without you.” he breathed, watching her giving herself over to him as she moved on him, like a dancer, her back arched and the muscles on her stomach growing tighter with each stroke. “Oh Chase, I love you!” Christine cried, riding her orgasm until he exploded like fireworks inside her and she collapsed exhausted on his chest. Mason Pritchard slammed down the laptop screen. Chase Ward’s face was allover social media and on all the gossip and news sites.

"Helping me? You're delusional, Chase. Are you forgetting that I have a husband? You did crash my wedding reception, so I am sure that you know that; maybe you are just forgetting that important fact. I love my husband, Chase, I love the family that Adrian and I are building together, and you have no right to interfere with neither my marriage nor my family." Chase's expression turned cold and calculating, the mask of charm that he had on slipping away for a moment. "Oh, I know," he said with a sneer. "That's why I sent a little message to your beloved husband, using your phone. It implies that you've eloped with me. By the time they figure out the truth, we'll be long gone."

he slouches his shoulders. "Turns out she just has a talent for leading people on. But no harm done, it's not like I love her or anything. I wanted her, she didn't want me. End of story." Jax demonstrates with his hands. He and I both know that's not the end of the story. The two of us are too determined, too driven to give up on anything after the first try. That's why I know that he'll keep chasing my wife's crazy friend until he gets her. It's the way we're both wired.

“Short version? Two weeks ago I was caught in a compromising position with a couple of ladies. I ain’t gonna make excuses, it was what it was, and I’m paying the price. I suddenly found myself with time off while I wait for the PBR to call me back. My folks and brothers live here, but I didn’t want to deal with their pity, so I asked Kane if I could hang out and make plans.” “Sounds like you’re reading a page out of the story of my life.” Ava typed her name into the search engine and spun the laptop around. “Have a look.” Chase scooted out the chair across from her and sat. His fingers clicked on the keyboard. His eyebrows went up a couple of times. But he didn’t speak for a few minutes. She

I say. "You're right. I want Chase. He is mine, and nobody else deserves him. I have been waiting for him for a very long time. I always hoped it would become my husband, but I married another guy. I hoped Chase would see that I was the only one, but he did not. He let me marry another man and tonight. And tonight, I will get him and not let him go!" Sharah says.

But Elena has been so clingy. Very clingy. And tonight my patience was already wearing out. Then I spotted a familiar face in the crowd. “Hey!” someone called. I turned to see Richard, my friend. I walked up to him leaving Elena's side. “Long time no see, man,” he said, shaking my hand enthusiastically. I forced a smile. “It’s been a while.” His grin widened. “I just saw your ex-wife a few minutes ago.” My smile disappeared instantly. “You guys all abandoned me in this city,” I said lightly. “Richard… Richie.”

"She is my ex-wife." ‎

“This isn’t what I signed up for.” His grip tightened, and before I could pull free, his hand moved to my waist and he pulled me into him. “Why do you love being chased?,” he whispered, his fingers brushing away loose strands of my hair. "This isn't about being chased, it's about respect. I might not be your real wife but I deserve some consideration," I replied, my voice shaky as I spoke. "And who said you weren't my real wife?" He asked, his piercing grey eyes focused on mine like he could see my soul.