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After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé
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Eyes blazing, Bhyron leans towards me and snarls; “You and I will definitely get married, Amani. There is no escaping me.” My throat tightens with anger; “Do you remember when you called me ‘the trash’ six years ago? Do you remember that you broke up with me because I wasn’t up to your class, because you preferred Sharon?! What changed? Why are you suddenly so bent on marrying me? You can take that ring and shove it up your arse, Bhyron Macaulay. I will never, ever marry you!” *** After getting her heart shattered by her first love, Amani gets married to Henry Wilson who turns out to be a serial liar, an abuser and a cheat. She finally has enough when her husband chooses to frolic around town with his new secretary while their three year old son breathes his last on his sick bed. Angry beyond measure, Amani files for divorce. But alas, she’s not free… because the young boy who shattered her heart at eighteen is back, and he’s a man now — A ruthless, dangerous, wealthy man. Bhyron Macaulay has been watching and patiently biding his time until the first woman he ever fell in love with is single again. He wants Amani, and he will do anything, anything at all, to have her back by his side. Unfortunately for Amani, her parents' company owes Bhyron an exorbitant sum of money, and the only payment he wants is their union… in marriage. Pretty soon, dark secrets start to fly and dangerous, sexual tension sparks between them. Read to find out how the stubborn, witty Amani Wilson plays hide and seek with New York’s most ruthless billionaire!
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After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 031 — FUNERAL SHENANIGANS
AMANIOur financial situation has been horrible for the past few days. I can barely keep up with my rent and I have to save up just to afford food everyday.Why am I saying this?I’ve been so broke that I wasn’t able to afford a proper headstone for my son’s grave. I already planned to have a beautiful headstone installed for him next month when I had enough money. Right now, I stare at that same grave that was just a heap of sand the day before, my mouth half open in shock.“Who did this?” I whisper in disbelief.It’s beautiful.Someone built a tombstone for my son overnight. It’s in the shape of his favourite cartoon character, Lightning Macqueen. Yes, the tomb is shaped like a toy car. It even has headlights, and there’s a small rectangular opening in the middle for his casket.I’ve never seen anything like it in my entire life.When my shock finally abates, I cannot help the smile of pure happiness that curves my lips. I'm sure Little Dave is probably giggling and clapping his ha
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 030 — THE GRAVE
AMANIIt takes me about ten seconds to realize that this isn’t a kitchen. It’s a… studio? Production house?The room is decorated like a kitchen with all the fancy cooking equipment, shiny countertops, the big ass refrigerator and of course, the food that’s simmering on the stove. But there are cameras everywhere. And lighting equipment. And two men who appear to be studio professionals.But that isn’t why my mouth dropped open in awe. Behind the stovetop is Bhyron. A black apron with the inscription; “More cooking, less brawn” is tied around his waist to protect his crisp white shirt from food stains. His hair is slicked back and tied out of the way in a ponytail, and wait for it… he’s stirring the pot of stew on the stove and saying something to the cameras.And then, the big shocking surprise. There’s a woman by his side. And she’s none other than Sharon Armstrong. She looks nothing less than perfect, as usual. Her dark hair is also tied in a ponytail, like Bhyron’s, and she has
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 029 — MORNING AFTER REGRET
AMANII wake up and the first thought that crosses my mind is “dang, this bed is comfortable as hell.”The second thought is; “fuck, I’m so sore.”And I’m not even joking.My thighs and crotch hurt like I was involved in some kind of heavy labour the previous night. My eyes slowly flutter open and for the next ten seconds, I stare at the bright white ceiling and luxurious chandelier, wondering where the fuck I am.“Dang, my head hurts.” I mutter into the quiet room as I struggle to sit up. The moment I sight the luxurious decor and floor-to-ceiling curtains, all my memories come rushing back like a goddamn geyser.Giving Bhyron a bath.Stupidly taking off my pants.Letting him kiss me.Bhyron cuffing me to his gym equipment.Bhyron… fucking me with a cucumber.My cheeks heat and redden like a roasted tomato. I bury my face in my palm and let out a long, muffled groan.Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! I’m so so stupid.“You’re a foolish, foolish girl, Amani.” I mutter to myself.Hot, vivid ima
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 028 — CUCUMBER AND PLEASURE.
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL ACTIVITIES THAT ARE NOT PARTICULARLY NORMAL. ***AMANIOf all the things I expected Bhyron to bring, a cucumber was at the bottom of the list. In fact, it wasn’t even on the list to begin with.“What are you going to do with that thing?” I ask, my limbs burning with nervousness and curiosity.He pauses and looks at me with a hooded gaze; “oh, this? You’ll see.”It’s official. I’m crazy. Because why am I not shouting and screaming to be set free? Why on earth am I still lying there like a docile little lamb being led to the slaughter?I’m still a married woman for goodness sakes!Bhyron stalks in my direction and goes on his knees between my spread thighs. He trails the tips of his fingers over the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and my head falls back, my lips parting in a tiny moan.“I’m going to eat you out now.” He announces in a soft tone. “I hope you’re ready for me…”Without waiting for my response, Bhyron buries his head between my thig
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 027 — INTO THE ARMS OF A DEVIL
AMANIWhen I finally recover from my shock, I try to climb out of the bathtub but Bhyron chooses that moment to thrust upwards. His naked cock rubs against my throbbing core and I freeze, shivers of shocked pleasure skittering up my spine.Dang. I’m cooked. “Where do you think you’re going?” His deep baritone filters into my senses.I meet his gaze head on, trying not to let my traitorous vagina overrule my ability to think.“And what the hell do you think you’re doing?”He has the audacity to lift a brow, acting all confused and innocent.“What are you talking about?”Annoyance kicks in. “Oh, don’t you dare pretend like you don’t know. Why are you naked? When did you take your briefs off?”“While you were taking off your jeans.” He deadpans proudly, his eyes glinting with seriousness.I huff. “That was not the deal, Mr. Macaulay. You agreed to keep your briefs on.”“I never agreed to any such thing. It’s all in your head.” I try to argue but pause when I realize that he’s right. He
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 026 — THE ONYX BATHTUB
AMANI“Tonight, you stay with me…”I don’t know why those words have my hackles rising, but they do. I sink into the sofa and close my eyes, suddenly feeling exhausted. I don’t have the strength to argue with Bhyron Macaulay right now. One thing is certain. Once I’m done with whatever he wants me to do, I’m leaving. I don’t care if I have to limp all the way home.My eyes are still firmly shut when my vision suddenly darkens. They fly open and the sight above me has my mouth filling with saliva and my sex clenching in desperate response.Bhyron stands there, completely naked from the chest up. I swallow thickly as my eyes travel over his thick biceps, broad chest and perfectly chiseled abs. But what really draws my attention is the tiny wink of silver that glints on his left nipple.Bhyron Macaulay has a nipple piercing! Now why does that look so incredibly hot? His body is a sculptor’s dream. Coupled with that piercing, I’m sure he’s made countless women come without even trying.
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 025 — THE HOPE FORTRESS
AMANII’m beginning to realize that there’s a very powerful connection between hatred and sexual tension. Because if there wasn’t, why would I hate this man with all my heart and still want to suck his dick like a lollipop while he does very immoral things to my body?Bhyron’s request hangs in the air between us like a forbidden fruit, silently begging one of us to reach forward and pluck it.He wants me. I can see the burning desire in his eyes. And I want him, too. My sex literally throbs with need.Ten heartbeat later, the car rolls to a stop and the driver’s voice snaps me out of me sexually induced reverie.“We’re here, sir.”I look away, clearing my throat as if that would miraculously rid my mind of dirty thoughts.The tension in the car is so hot, so thick, it makes it almost impossible to breathe. Acting without thought, I grab the handle and pull my side of the door open. I’m about to step out when Bhyron’s voice has me freezing in my tracks; “Don’t move.”I look at him ove
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 024 — THE RICHEST OF THE RICH
AMANII do the math really quick.I have one thousand dollars in my savings account and another two thousand in a checking account, making it three thousand dollars.I lift my chin, hold Bhyron’s gaze and whisper; “will you accept a three thousand dollar deposit?”His eyes narrow on me, warm and electrifying; “no.”Dang.“What does taking care of you entail exactly?”“You’ll find out when we get there.” His voice is deep and soft, and holds the promise of something wicked.I’m well aware that his mother and siblings are still staring at me like I fell from the sky. Without saying a word to them, Bhyron turns to Duke;“Please ask the driver to bring the car around. I’d like to leave now.”Brielle runs to his side; “Bhyron, are you sure you’re okay? I can take care of you if you want.”Bhyron smiles at her affectionately and pats her hair; “I’ll be fine, bed hair. I’ll call you later, okay?”I don’t even know what I find most surprising: the fact that Bhyron still calls his sister “bed
After Divorce, Chased By My Billionaire Ex-Fiancé 023 — FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS
AMANII’m convinced that Aunt Ophelia is currently the weapon fashioned against me that’s starting to prosper.Don’t get me wrong, I love my aunt to DEATH, but she’s done nothing but get me into one trouble or the other these past few days.After Duke announced that I was supposed to sign Bhyron’s bail papers by myself, Aunt Ophelia tried to follow us to the police station but he responded, and I quote;“I don’t think it would be a good idea for you to come along, Mrs. Ophelia. Bhyron only asked for Amani, but I assure you that I’ll drop her off right at your doorstep when she’s done.”That was supposed to be an assurance, but believe me when I say there was nothing assuring about his dark, deadly tone.My heart is on the verge of beating out of my ribcage as he leads us to a big ass SUV parked beside Aunt Ophelia’s pitiful Corolla. Even the driver who holds the door open for me looks scary as hell with the scar that slashes all the way across his left cheek.The ride to the police st
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