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Winning My Ex-Crush 64: Shortcut
Fenella’s POVI pulled Laird's body closer into my embrace. We walked slowly towards the main bedroom at the end of the hallway. Once we reached his room, I immediately pushed him to lie flat on the bed."Are we going for oral?" he asked with bated breath as I took off his shorts."Yes, that's one of them," I said as I removed his boxers."I have lube if you need it," he grinned, and I narrowed my eyes."Ah, so is this your method during phone sex?" I teased him with a tickle."Don't judge me because you're the one who made me use that almost expired lube," he said, handing me the tube of lubricant."So, you've had this for a long time? Tell me, who were you thinking of when you used it?" I asked as I squeezed a bit onto my palm."It doesn't matter. Just for fun while watching a website, urgh!" His body tensed as I started applying the cold liquid to both of his balls."Hm, is that Charlotte McMillian?" I asked before licking the tip of his rising erection."As I said," Laird held his
Last Updated : 2024-07-11Winning My Ex-Crush 65: Trial and Tribulation
Fenella’s POVThree weeks later…I sat in the long chair again with Jessy, Mike, Alan, and Laird. This time the courtroom was packed with journalists jotting notes in their notepads. Cameras were prohibited, and filming with phones was also forbidden."You look tense," Laird asked me."How could I not be tense? You said this prosecutor is famous," I whispered back.From a distance, I noticed the figure of an old man with a full head of silver hair. Such men were often referred to as silver foxes, with their whitened hair yet still energetic bodies.What did an experienced prosecutor like him want, anyway? Why bother with such a minor case?Laird himself didn't understand why a veteran prosecutor like that would handle such a small case. He suspected that Prosecutor Golden's presence was closely tied to Laird's father."All rise!" The bailiff's voice rang out as Judge Brown entered the room.We all stood up, and I gently squeezed Laird's hand beside me. My heart was pounding uncontroll
Last Updated : 2024-07-11Winning My Ex-Crush 66: Internal Conflict
Laird’s POV"Have you gone mad?" I growled under my breath.Alan and I moved to a secluded corner of the empty hallway behind the courtroom. My eyes flared as I stared at Alan's face, still seeming to view this trial as mere play."Laird, read the prosecutor's charges to me again. Read them aloud right in front of my face," he said, pointing to the papers I held in my hand."What's your problem with that?" I asked irritably."Don't you realize the prosecutor is playing games with us? Read through all his charges carefully!" Alan raised his voice."You don't need to tell me to read aloud as if I were a child. I remember perfectly well what's in there." I clenched my fist and squeezed the papers tightly."If you've already read it, why are you telling me to plead guilty to everything?" "Because that's what you want. You were the one who said at the precinct that you would bear all the punishments for her. Did you hit your head and get amnesia?" I furrowed my brow."Yes, but I didn't ex
Last Updated : 2024-07-12Winning My Ex-Crush 67: Punishments
Fenella’s POVI stared at the two men standing in the defendant's place. Laird's face looked stern, his eyes squinting at Alan, while Alan appeared worried. Opposite them, Prosecutor Golden, standing behind the prosecutor's table, now wore a smug smile."What's your answer, Mr. Schmidt?" Judge Brown asked impatiently.Everyone whispered anxiously, waiting for Alan's response. I glanced at Jessy, and we exchanged nervous looks. It never occurred to me that Alan would change his mind at the last moment. But apparently, it could happen!"Your Honor, I—" Alan's voice caught in his throat: "I plead guilty."My eyes widened as I heard Alan finish his sentence, followed immediately by a sigh of relief. Reporters scribbled notes, Jessy breathed a sigh of relief, and so did Laird. I felt drained and held Jessy's hand tighter. Both of us smiled broadly."Everything will be fine," Jessy whispered to me."Thank you, Jessy," I whispered back.Upon hearing Alan's answer, Judge Brown also seemed rel
Last Updated : 2024-07-12Winning My Ex-Crush 68: Bell, McNaught, & Evans
Fenella’s POVIt turned out that all copies of the contract documents for Gene and the talents were ready. Laird already had an appointment to meet with his paralegal at the office to pick up all the documents.Coming to Laird's office? Of course, I wouldn't miss this opportunity!"Are you sure you won't be late?" Laird asked me."It's okay; don't worry. Today, I only have a scheduled appointment at 1 p.m. for a treatment at the sponsor's clinic," I replied."Are you sick?" he asked."No." I chuckled softly upon hearing the question. "It's a skin and beauty clinic," I said, blushing."But you're already beautiful," he fr
Last Updated : 2024-07-13Winning My Ex-Crush 69: His Desk
Fenella’s POVLaird stared at me intently and then glanced at his friend. Okay, I have to admit, I wasn't ready.If only Laird had chosen to introduce me as his close friend, I wouldn't have been able to do anything. I mean, I didn't know whether Laird would introduce me as his girlfriend or not.What if Laird didn't acknowledge me as his girlfriend? Especially now that our statuses are so different. Laird, the son of the firm's owner, for God's sake!"Yeah, she's my client," he calmly replied.What? My heart sank upon hearing Laird's answer. A client? Just that? I waited for Laird to explain or add more details, but there was nothing."Wow, nice to meet you, miss. I'm Derek. Laird must be thrilled to have such a beautiful client like you." Derek extended his hand to me with a broad smile."Oh, um, I'm Fenella," I murmured.My heart raced with a forced smile. I shook Derek's hand, and he gripped it firmly.He held my hand for a long time and engaged me in conversation about something
Last Updated : 2024-07-13Winning My Ex-Crush 70: Lady Boss
Fenella’s POVThe woman walked briskly ahead of me, her shoes clacking loudly. The shoes she wore were even Oscar de Ragetti designs. I recognized them because Oscar had shown me his boutique when I signed the contract.Upon arriving in the fairly large meeting room, I was invited to take a seat. Once again, I complied with the woman. Her bossy aura was thick, and her charisma made it nearly impossible for me to argue.As I was about to sit down, she finally smiled warmly. Though it seemed I was starting to understand the difference between genuine and fake smiles, she resembled more of a sadistic robot who enjoyed rebelling against humans, as seen in movies."Which company are you from?" she asked sharply."I'm from Gene Talent Management," I replied spontaneously."The model and actor management company?" she asked with increased interest this time."Yes, exactly." I nodded with a smile, glad that someone recognized my name."I thought they had gone bankrupt," she chuckled arrogantl
Last Updated : 2024-07-13Winning My Ex-Crush 71: Slanderous Accusation
Fenella’s POVI could only stay silent in confusion as I listened to the woman who claimed to be Laird's boss. My eyes blinked repeatedly as I observed her closely. From her appearance, it was clear she was not a foolish or poor woman.So why did she think her earlier statement was a normal thing coming from a career woman's mouth? Why did she seem so confident in what she said? Though I didn't believe her words, I still felt that something strange had happened."Laird is gay?" I repeated the woman's words slowly."He himself told me that," she said once more. The woman shrugged, as if all her words were sane."Laird is gay? He told you that himself."I repeated her
Last Updated : 2024-07-14
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Winning My Ex-Crush 210: Revenge Served
Fenella’s POVThree months later…“State of New York vs. Alan Schmidt! All rise, and please be quiet!”The bailiff announced the case name in a loud voice. I sat in the audience with my heart pounding and my feet restless. The reporters waiting in the back of the room fell silent, capturing every moment as the judge entered.I squeezed Laird's hand to quell my nerves. He smiled at me and whispered that everything would be okay. I nodded and offered a small, reassuring smile in return.This was the final appeal at the Supreme Court. After this, Alan wouldn’t be able to appeal again until his sentence was served. After two long years of a drawn-out case with various appeals from Alan’s side, we had finally reached the finish line.The judge began reading various considerations and court notes. They took turns reading the decision documents. Time seemed to crawl, and I began to feel drowsy.I occasionally glanced at Alan, who sat in his prison jumpsuit. His once curly, neat hair had grown
Winning My Ex-Crush 209: Award Winner Supermodel
Fenella’s POVTwo years later…I held Laird's hand, squeezing the palm that felt damp with sweat. A smile appeared on my lips as I tried to calm the nervousness he had felt since we left the house. This was the first award ceremony for him, Dave, and Rowan. They couldn’t sit still in their seats either.I couldn’t deny that I felt the same. My heart raced, even as the host made jokes that had the audience laughing. Still, I tried to remain calm because I didn’t want to make him more anxious than he already was.“The winner of the Best Mobile Game of the Year is...” The music stopped, the announcer paused, tension built, “My Supermodel!”“Oh! Thank God!” I exclaimed behind my hands that covered my open mouth.“Congratulations, honey!”I immediately stood up and hugged Laird tightly beside me. I cupped his face in my hands and kissed his lips strong and quick. He smiled broadly and whispered for a moment, “I love you, baby. Thank you.”“Congratulations!” I shook hands with Dave and Rowa
Winning My Ex-Crush 208: You and I
Fenella’s POVI stood at the edge of the balcony. My hands are firmly gripping the iron rail of the balcony as my eyes gaze at the nighttime scenery in the distance. Puerto Vallarta, a cliff with a stunning coastal view that showcases the beautiful side of Mexico.Perhaps there is truth in the saying—including Lloyd's yesterday—that bad memories must be replaced with good ones.Since arriving in Mexico until now, all the bad memories have been erased and replaced with the beauty of a honeymoon vacation with the love of my life. It's not bad, really.Despite the heavy trial we went through yesterday, we finally had some peace of mind. The night breeze blows through my hair. There's a strange sensation, but I don't want to go into the room yet. Until Laird came from the balcony door and immediately hugged me, enveloping me in soothing warmth.“Hey,”“Hi, baby. Are you done showering?” I asked, raising my head to look at Laird's face for a moment.“Yup.”“You smell nice,” I said as I inh
Winning My Ex-Crush 207: Objections!
Fenella’s POV“Oh, sweet Mother, that was divine!” Jessy took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Then he opened his eyes wide while his mouth continued chewing my mother’s crab cakes. The murmurs and cheers were still heard until he finally finished his last bite.“I was glad you liked them,” my mother smiled broadly.“I didn’t just like them. I loved, loved, loved them!”Everyone around us laughed at Jessy’s confession. We felt the same way because my mother had succeeded in making a super delicious wedding reception dish. Truly, our Baxter family home was filled with guests. Even though we had invited only a small number of people, our home had never been this lively.The decorations of pink, white, and red flowers and balloons filled the entire room. The furniture had been rearranged to create enough space for the guests to dance or chat. Soft music played through the speakers set up in the corner of the room.Occasionally, guests would step up to change the music, hold the microph
Winning My Ex-Crush 206: Little Happiness
Fenella’s POV“Honey, you looked absolutely stunning,” my mother said. “Thank you, Mom.” I smiled wide upon hearing my mother's compliment. She handed me a bouquet of wedding flowers that was a mix of pink, red, and white colors. I then grabbed the small bouquet and held it tightly. “I couldn’t believe we pulled this off all in just a week.” My mother shook her head, her eyes wide. “We even thought to get married the day after he proposed, but I remembered your words about wanting to prepare every detail of my wedding. You only have one chance because I'm your only daughter, so here we are.”“I just hoped those fruit tarts and crab cakes would be enough for all the guests.” “It’s okay, Mom. If the food wasn’t enough, we could stuff them with the wedding cake. That’s the job of the five-tier cake you ordered.”“You're right. I'm grateful that Mrs. Maddox's bakery shop is willing to take on the order." She sighed and stared at my face."Oh, I wish your father could see you, even th
Winning My Ex-Crush 205: Will You?
Fenella’s POV“Fenella.”“Yes, Laird.”Laird called me right after I arrived at the apartment.“Where are you right now?”“I'm at the apartment,” I replied quickly as I grabbed a glass of mineral water from the dispenser.“Oh, thank goodness. I'm on my way home,” he said.The apartment door opened, and I immediately saw Laird's figure enter. My mouth was slightly agape, with my eyes widening. My forehead wrinkled as I watched him walk in. I glanced at the clock on the table and realized it was 2 p.m.“Fenella,” he called in his distinctively low voice.He stepped inside and met me in the kitchen. I hurriedly set my water glass down on the dining table. For some reason, Laird's face looked different. There was a hint of a happy smile on his face, though the look in his eyes was dark, and I couldn't describe the meaning behind it.“You're home? One second you're calling me, the next you're standing in front of me,” I chuckled.Suddenly, he let down his backpack on the floor. Then he hug
Winning My Ex-Crush 204: Daddy Issues
Laird’s POVI took several deep breaths and let them out. I couldn't help but feel uneasy and anxious, and various bad thoughts were raging in my mind. My hands repeatedly smoothed my tie or combed my hair. Hell, I couldn't calm myself down!This wasn't the first time my father had gone this far. Using bodyguards to pick up other people by force, who does he think he is?I hate his methods. He's called the shark of the legal world for a reason. This is how he acts. Stalking, coercing, and making people bend to his will until they're crushed by Hugo Evans' ambition.Now he was after Fenella. He flew from Boston to New York for her. I just knew it.I almost know what my father wants from my girlfriend. Maybe he wants to tell her to stay away like some of the girls I dated at university. It could also be that he wanted to ask about the case involving me and Malgolm Golden together.Whatever it was, I was waiting for a call or mes
Winning My Ex-Crush 203: Please Don’t Preach
Fenella’s POVMy eyes blinked after hearing Mr. Evans' words. My brow furrowed as I tried to understand his reasoning and failed miserably. I remained silent, but eventually, my heart was stirred to dig deeper.“Excuse me? Why is that?” I asked slowly, being careful not to make a misstep.“Because he helped my enemy,” Mr. Evans replied firmly.Again, I could only blink. An enemy? Yes, Laird had told me how Mr. Golden had an affair with his mother. But wasn’t that ten years ago? In fact, Mr. Evans had been busy with his young girlfriend.Still, Laird had helped to do the right thing. I didn’t want to argue with him, but I began to feel that Mr. Evans' disappointment in Laird was beyond reason.“But he helped capture criminals. He has contributed to the community.” I voiced my opinion again and swallowed to ease my nervousness.“You don’t know anything, kid. He helped my arch-enemy without considering my feelings.” Mr. Evans scoffed in frustration. “How dare he? Sometimes Laird can be u
Winning My Ex-Crush 202: Live Location
Fenella’s POVI willingly got into the black van, leaving Jessy alone on the sidewalk. I was sure he would immediately contact Laird. Maybe he would explain the situation to him, and Laird would call me right away.Sure enough, my phone rang just minutes after the van had driven away from Laird’s office building. I answered the call immediately.“Hello, Laird.”“Hey, Fenella. What is this about Jessy seeing you being abducted by a black van? He said you willingly got into the vehicle and mentioned it was my father’s men.”Laird asked with tension in his voice. His breath sounded hurried on the phone, but I didn’t want to make him more anxious.Well, yes, I was panicking too because suddenly I had been approached by men in black suits who resembled mafia. However, they mentioned Hugo Evans, Laird’s father. I didn’t want to give his father a bad impression, or I would lose th
