All Chapters of Chased by my Ex Husband: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

TristinI stare at the pictures lying on my desk as Luca continues. “ He is doing this to rile you up. He wants to drive a wedge between you and Mrs. Roberto. ”I tilt my head and try to take my eyes off them, but I can’t. It’s one thing to know the truth but it’s another to appease a man’s ego with it.I know Grace has done nothing wrong. Yet, the man in me feels wounded every time I am forced to see her in another man’s arms in some fucked up pictures.I pick up the first picture and stare at her peacefully sleeping face. The blanket is pulled down to her bare upper chest, and his arm is snaked around it. He is hugging her from behind, holding her as close as he can.I let it drop from my fingers and glance at the other one. He didn’t forget to have someone click a picture of them having lunch—Alone.Curling my hands in a fist, I take my eyes off the similar pictures and look out the window. The clouds are rumbling. It’s about to rain.“ Boss, you shouldn’t— ”“ He is not trying to

Tristin“ You said you didn’t want to climb the ladder this way before… ” I blurt before I can stop myself.My help? She needs my help… The anger turns into something else—something like a stroke of deep-rooted satisfaction. It makes me shift in my seat again, my cock straining against my pants now. It’s too hard to hold back.“ I…don’t want to climb the ladder or anything like that. I am not asking you to favor us unconditionally. If you think our designs are up to your requirements, we just need you to consider us. That’s all the help we need. If you give us this chance, we will— ” “ Is it I or we? ” I rise from my seat and round the table.She leans back, her mouth parting and a breath leaving it. “ what? ”“ Who am I helping? ” I place my hand on the desk and lean down, my body tingling with the need to have her again.She has come to me for help. For the first time since she started that company. She doesn’t realize how important it is for her to say it’s her who needs me. I c

TristinShe has no idea what’s going through my head. The more I take from her, the more I need. It’s an endless need, an itch that can never get scratched completely. And when she looks at me with those wide, innocent eyes, as if she is not the reason I am being dragged through hell, my control snaps again.I focus on her body trembling beneath me, on her breath hitching as I shove inside her without warning, on the way her slick pussy clenches around me in desperate protest.I do not give her time to adjust. I do not give her time to breathe.A strangled moan escapes her throat as I grip her thighs, spreading her wide on my desk, leaving her no room to escape. Her nails scratch against the desk, trying to find some spot to hold, trying to ground herself as I slam into her over and over again. Her back arches, but I do not slow down. I cannot.She has finally done this. She made me like this.My jaw tightens, my fingers digging into her inner thighs. Her body shudders beneath my p

GraceI sit on his desk for what feels like forever, staring at the door Tristin just disappeared behind.He was hell-bent on devouring me just some time ago. And when I brought that girl up, he just…left me behind. My fingers curl around the edge of the desk. My legs feel weak, my skin still tingling from his touch. But my chest is tight, my breath uneven. The way he looked at me before leaving…Distant. Cold. Like I was a burden.It makes no sense.Just days ago, we had made up. After everything that happened at the event, after the arguments, after the pain—he had held me. He kissed me like he would never let go. He told me everything was fine.Now, it feels like a dream.But it was not. We did make up. We did talk. We discussed things. Everything was fine as he said. Then why is he acting like this now?My guts twist. Suspicion creeps in, slow and poisonous. I clench my jaw and force myself to swallow down the hurt, the jealousy, the anger clawing at my insides.Something is wr

GraceJust as I am about to give up, my phone vibrates. My heart jumps to my throat.I grab it without thinking, pressing it to my ear. “ Where are you, Tristin? ” My voice is quiet, almost desperate. “ Why are not you home yet? I have been waiting— ”A soft chuckle comes from the other end. It’s not Tristin.I sigh, rubbing my forehead. “ Ania. ”“ I could hear the disappointment in your voice… ” She teases, but her tone is gentle. “ Sorry, I am not your husband. ”I force a small smile, even though she can’t see me. “ It’s fine. ”“ How are you? ” She asks.“ I am okay,” I say automatically. Then I shake my head. “ I mean… I don’t know. It’s been a long day. ”Ania hums knowingly. “T ell me about it. Luca is barely home these days. It’s so boring without him. ”I sit up slightly. I don’t know what to tell her about my day, so I change the topic. “ How are you feeling, Ania? I heard from Mom that you were given a new due date. When is it? ”“ Two days. ”I blink. “ That soon? ”“ Ye