All Chapters of TAKE ME BACK, DEAR EX WIFE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

MALCOLM"Don't stop touching me." Those words were my undoing. I thought I was doing a good job holding back and keeping my hands to myself but her cry face as she pressed her cheek into my palm went straight to my dormant cock.Even after all this time I was still attracted to her.I knew the inner workings of her body and a part of me was tempted to test it all out again.Did she still react the same way when her nipples were played with and sucked? Her neck nibbled on and softly bitten. Did she shiver and gasp from just tracing my hand down her spine?Fuck! How else would she know if she hadn't been with someone else?She moaned softly, grinding her hips to nothing. She pushed my hands lower and I stroked a finger over her soft bottom lip. Frustrated tears leaked from her eyes as she whispered, "Please…""Caroline," I cupped her cheek, memories of our time together playing back in my mind and a fond flame of unchained desire rose up in my chest."Mmm.""Fuck," I unfastened my seatb

MALCOLMI stared at the recent photo of Caroline leaving the hospital like she went in for a fashion show. She covered up nicely-- the turtle neck said it all. Smirking, I knocked on the window and my car door was pulled open.I should send her flowers for speedy recovery but knowing her, she'd send it right back with a little note of her own. At least I'll get a handwritten note-- if she's being nice. It would piss her off but I enjoyed the little human reactions I got instead of nothing.How could I interpret and get through to nothing?"Is Louise home?" I asked Caleb once he opened the door."Yes, sir. She arrived a few minutes ago," he reported."Her whereabouts?""Breakfast with her friends and some shopping.""Keep a closer eye on her and those friends. Her father's been really quiet these days and I don't like it," it was unlike him to let everyone run on the chess piece and refuse to take a step."Yes, sir."Speaking of the devil, she stepped out in a skin tight red dress, sho

CAROLINE ‘There’s nothing like spending quality time with family after a long day at work.’ Louise posted and oh the blogs have been going crazy. ‘Strong and unbreakable,’ the press called them. A photo of Malcolm, Marilyn and Louise taking an evening stroll and a late night shopping was all over the Internet and in my face too. I scrolled and scrolled and scrolled– ugh! Wasn't anyone interested in the country anymore? They looked happy in the photo. Marilyn was wearing her biggest smile sitting between Louise who was doing the same and her father who, well, wore a small smile with his eyes closed and a relaxed look on his face. He looked happy. They all did. What happened to divorcing her, huh? Didn't he promise he'd end it with her and chase after me? Was he giving up so fast? Where's the fun in that? He didn't make me plot against him for nothing, now did he? Just when I was starting to entertain the thought of using him for myself one way or the other. But what role would

CAROLINE It only took two hours before the Internet was blowing up again. Susan paced back and forth in my office as she stared at her tab.“No, no, no,” she chanted. “Just look at this! This is a disaster.” “Look at what? You won't let me look at the phone." she had confiscated my phone and my laptop. “You've been through a lot in one day,” she said. “You don't need to see any of these stupid things.” “Just hand it over, Susan,” I rolled my eyes from where I sat behind my desk. “I can handle my own mental health.” I believed. How bad could it be? She sighed and succumbed, handing over the tab. “Thank you,” I looked at the first headline and my jaw dropped, “Oh!”I scrolled and scrolled, each headline worse than the last. “Oh my–” “See?” She groaned. “Apparently a reporter caught her outside and decided to hang around, hoping he could get a free shot when he noticed us too. He caught the whole thing.” 'Mistress and Marilyn Collide: York Family Feud Takes Center Stage" 'Yor

CAROLINEIn a few minutes, Louise and her family were the least of my worries. News came from an unknown source that Malcolm was close to completing his proposal for Miss Patterson. All hands were suddenly on deck as everyone had to race against time and it dragged on for some couple of days thanks to my special uncle trying to make my life a living hell.His team and my team were under so much pressure for the project and he never hesitated to spite my work. He found fault everywhere and would throw it in my face so I ended up doing the same. It was a tug of war every time we settled down for a presentation, trying to know which team came up with the best proposal.At the end of the week, I was drained, tired and sick of him. I wanted to kick it all away and just end things by smashing his head on a wall somewhere.I knew he was trying to frustrate my efforts and it worked. We both knew that Patterson had the final say. She could end up picking Malcolm's project over ours but we wa