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Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Forty-One: Selfish
“You know, they always say ‘the worst she can say is no’, but then there is that cold answer.”Christopher says with a cold laugh.“What should I do, Elizabeth? I can’t let you go. You have to be mine. You have to fall in love with me and only me.”He says as if speaking to himself.“Wait, love?”“I was going to avoid you after we got back but when I saw you willing to drive alone agitated, I thought… ‘Ah, one of these days, I will lose her like I did Blair’, and that can’t happen, Elizabeth. I don’t want to lose you.”He says and leans back on the bed, joining me on my back. His hand falls on my waist, and he pulls me forcefully into his body.My breasts graze against his chest as his long hand cups the curve of my ass, I can feel his cock on my thighs, but as if I am the only one with perverse thoughts, he continues with his story as if my rejection never happened."Victoria toyed with Blair's emotions so much that she lost her glow. I thought divorce would be a perfect way out, but
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Forty-Two: Shit
"I wanted to see him; I wanted to ask him what he meant by that, so I obviously went to his asshole friends, but apparently, they don’t fuck with poor kids. I found that confusing because there wasn’t anyone poor in the school.”I continue."It took me ages to find his apartment from the teachers. None of them was willing to give it or mention him in front of me, again, Mum’s handiwork, but I didn’t know that at the time. His apartment was small, dark, and dirty, and it smelled. I understood why he didn't want to sleep with me there; I only just set foot and had already seen several cockroaches. He looked broken, defeated and soulless.”As if I could see him right in front of me, I continued narrating the story as the scene played in my mind.**“Why do you look like this?”“How do you want me to look, Lisa? You broke up with me.”I flinch at Todd’s harsh reply.“Human. I want you to look Human; it's not like- we just broke up. That's it.""That's...that's it. God, you are stupid.""I
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Forty-Three: Shopping
“Of course, she didn’t; I increased the security in the room after I overheard your conversation.”Christopher says, dismissing my relief as if my concern was not warranted.“You were eavesdropping?”I ask, lowering the newspaper to my lap."Depends. Will I get into trouble if I say yes?"He asks and leans on his dressing table."Depends, is your answer, yes?"I ask, and he smiles.“That’s hot cocoa and scones. Henry is getting a bath, but he should be storming into the room soon. Would you like to shower before we move to the dining room?”“Yes, as my tea cools.”I answer and stand from the bed.Instead of walking to the bathroom, I walk towards Christopher, stand on the tips of my toes and kiss his cheek.He stiffens.I guess there is security in knowing someone likes you, I never would have done this before.“Thank you, Christopher.”I say and leave quickly before he notices my blush or asks an awkward question.**Christopher D’Amico.A smile crept up his face as he watched Elizab
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Forty-Four: Shopping I
"Shopping?"I ask, to ensure that Christopher and I are on the same page."Yes, Shopping. Let's go."He repeats.Wow, he is actually serious."So, let me get this straight: I'm telling you I don't want my son to kill anyone, and instead of assuring me that that won't happen, you want us to go shopping?""I think you need good clothes so that you would think twice when you want to clean Henry's-""There is no garment in this world more expensive than my child. I would use cashmere to clean his vomit.""You wouldn't have to; this is a fully staffed house."A chuckle escapes me."You'll argue about anything but the main point?""There is no main point."I flinch at his words, which are filled with cruel finality."Yeah? Okay, I understand.”Without another word, I push my half-eaten blueberry pancakes aside and stand from the table."Where are you going?""I have a therapy session, so I'm going to get there early.""It's in three hours?""Very early."I emphasise as I walk away from the
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Forty-Five: Zebra Mask
"For fucks sake."I whisper the curse and pull out of his arms, only for him to tug me back.“Elizabeth!”“Is that all you can say when I’m talking to you? Christopher, I am reaching out, so please help me understand you.”His eyes seem to waver, but the rest of his body remains cold and distant.A car horn draws us out of the tense mood, and using the hand he held, he tugs me towards his car.“Hey! Christopher!”“We are causing traffic, let's go.”His hold on me tightens the more I fight him, so rather than continue, I let him tug me and literally toss me into the passenger seat.Before I can so much as get a word out on how I do not appreciate his behaviour, he slams the door in my face."That fucking psychopath."I mutter as I scratch my scalp frustratedly and throw my body in the car seat.The moment he joins me in the driver’s seat, I glare at him.“Since when do you care if there is a car hooting at us from behind?”“It’s not good to cause traffic.”?This from the same guy who
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Forty-Six: Taz
Christopher D’Amico.“Don’t touch me.”His words to the man were simple as he lit his cigar.“Okay, then just follow me; I mean, usually I would- mmh.”The man started and stopped as if realising that there would be no point in explaining more since he wouldn’t listen anyway.The flamboyant man guiding him down the dark halls filled with men and women dressed in various sexy animal costumes introduced himself as Taz.“So, how did you meet my Lizzy?”The man asked, and Christopher frowned.“My Lizzy?”He asked with a sneer, and rather than correcting himself, the man shuddered at his tone and fanned himself as if he were being flirted with.Christopher couldn’t understand why he was so popular with men but worse than that, how could a man be more open about his feelings than the person he was married to? He would give anything to hear her say she liked him.Well, today, she hugged him. It wasn’t much, but that was a step forward, right?He almost smiled before he remembered the argumen
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Forty-Seven: Now
“Kidding? Afraid not, girl. That's the name on the consent form: Christopher D’Amico. Do you still want me to let you down? We need your consent to prep you.”“Oh yeah, but not my consent to kidnap me.”I ask, rolling my eyes, even though she can't see that action.“Hey, you know the play runs on thrills.”Who the hell told Christopher about the ritual? Hah! Taz must have.Ugh, this is why I never wanted to get involved with him.A claiming ritual, huh?Basically, a submissive is placed in the middle of a room in the most lewd outfit as she chooses her dom/master in front of her sex partners, and of course, there is a great deal of obscene sex involved, but if Taz had told him everything about the ritual steps, he never would have accepted.After the ritual, you aren't allowed into the club without your partner’s consent, both subs and doms.If this is how Christopher communicates after an argument, then I'll show him how I communicate, too. I don't mind never coming here if I choose
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Forty-Eight: That's Why
Christopher D’Amico Elizabeth’s eyes were covered in a blindfold. Her breathing sounded like moans, and every inch of her was erotic.It was beyond his wildest dreams, and yet there was an audience witnessing this.There was an audience witnessing his wife.The wood from the chair containing him crackled as he tried his best to break it so he could rush to her; the hush in the room exaggerated the sound."Stop this."His words were said in a low and careful tone, but for a moment, a stiff tension took over the room.The cross, which was lowering, hesitated, indicating that the technicians had heard him, but as if calling his bluff, the cross continued until finally, his unbelievably sexy wife was a few feet before him on the ground."Ashley!"Participant One called, causing Christopher to frown.That was his wife, not 'Ashley'. He knew best the brown of her hair, the way her lips parted, the colour of her nipples, the curves on her body, the structure of her jawline. He knew Elizabe
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