All Chapters of The Mafia And His Ex-Wife: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Georgina WestI groaned as he removed his fingers, stepping away from me, but I was too desperate to let him stop. Quickly, I got off the bed and walked towards him. "Georgie, I love you, and there is nothing in the world I would like to do more than this, but you are drunk," he started, but his voice faded away as, without a thought, I pulled the dress over my head. Usually, I am shy and insecure to be naked in front of him, but alcohol gave me an insane amount of confidence. Archer swallowed as his eyes traveled down my body, his breathing sounding erratic as he fisted his hands by his side in a feeble attempt to control his urges.I walked up to him, my hands tracing the edges of his t-shirt before I pulled it over his head. Placing kisses on the warm skin of his chest, I looked up to meet his dark eyes and clenched jaw. Taking his hands, I placed them on my waist as I pressed my body against his."Sweetheart, what are you doing?" I felt his deep voice radiating as his nails dug

Georgina WestStepping into the study, I swiftly claimed the chair that Archer usually sits in which is behind the huge mahogany desk, a chair reserved solely for the boss. It was a subtle power play, one that never failed to amuse me, knowing that I could make Archer take the seat across from me with just a glance."So, boss, what are these three conditions?" He asked with a hint of mischief dancing in my eyes, playing along with my joke as he sat one of seats in front of me."Again, I need you to agree to all three of them and I feel like they are pretty reasonable given our history," I declared, the weight of my words punctuating the air between us."Alright, hit me," he responded, his tone now serious, mirroring the shift in our conversation."First off, I need to know that I come first. It can't be like it was before," I explained, my voice sounded a bit hurt as I recalled the times Archer unintentionally favored someone else over me. Archer furrowed his brow, confused with the i

Georgina WestTo say I was depressed would be an understatement. It felt like the past five years I spent trying to move on from the man I was never going to fall out of love with were all for nothing. Why? Because I was back to square one. Sleeping with him brought it all back. The way he used to kiss me, love me, and talk to me. Everything came crashing down like a tidal wave. Memories I spent years burying resurfaced. Our wedding, our honeymoon, the first time I laid eyes on him... God, I hate him so much for putting me through that again.I rang the bell twice as I reached Archer’s home to pick the kids up. They stayed here for the past three days so I could have some time to myself and feel a little better. Archer has been very understanding, only talking to me about the kids and not pushing anything else. I appreciated it, but for some reason, it annoyed me. I hated how perfect he was being. I hated how he reverted back to being just a co-parent and a friend.To my surprise, Aur

Georgina WestI had resolved that on the three days a week when I didn't have to look after my kids, I'd work late. Home felt too quiet and empty, and to be completely honest, I'm one of those adults who's spooked by the idea of ghosts and prefers the comfort of sleeping beside someone.One of the toughest aspects of my separation was the absence of a husband to share my bed with. Next to Archer, I always felt protected and secure.With a groan, I checked my phone and saw that it was already 8 pm. I could either head home or spend some time here preparing notes for my next case. After ten minutes of contemplation, I decided to get some coffee.As I stood up, cup in hand, a knock on my office door interrupted my thoughts. Peering through the translucent window, I spotted a tall, muscular figure standing outside. Instinctively, I knew who it was.Opening the door, I walked past Jason towards the break room. I sensed his faint footsteps following me as I approached the huge coffee machin

Georgina West"You met him again? How did that happen?" Archer inquired, his voice tinged with anger as he stood before me, clad in his crisp white shirt and black slacks, seemingly unfazed by the need to dress up for his own party. But then again, it hardly mattered with Archer; he exuded a natural charm that made him irresistible, like a modern-day Greek God.I was all too aware of the effect he had on people—how they couldn't help but swoon at the sight of him. Standing at an impressive 6 feet 3 inches, his figure boasted a perfect balance of lean athleticism and sculpted muscle. And his face... well, his face was simply captivating, capable of melting even the sternest of hearts into a puddle of adoration."Wait, why didn't you tell me about this? You know that guy is trouble, right?" Axel's voice rang out, towering over me like a looming shadow as the tall Lancaster brothers cornered me, thier towering presence making me feel like a tiny insect. I shot a glare at Asher, who s