All Chapters of My Billionaire Ex Wants Me Back: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“I’m not doing this with you right now Nathan” I looked at him, suddenly feeling exhausted.“Yes you are” he stood up and grabbed my arm the same way Parrish did except there were no butteflies just a slight annoyance that was raking up my body as Shawn pondered me about my job. I knew he was insecure about Parrish and in all honesty, he had every right to be“What the hell am I supposed to do after I quit my job, stay at home and cook dinner for you everyday?”“You could get another job” he said it so easily like he had everything planned out to the T, and he was just letting me know out of due formality and I was in fact supposed to listen to him “There’s an opening at a consulting company I know – ”“No stop” I stopped him before he went any further and he seemed genuinely confused why I wasn’t keen on his idea, well for starters it was ridiculuous“Or a fresh start, what do you think of moving again? Europe? It’ll be good for us after the wedding and we could get a house with a ba

PARRISH'S POVIt was eerily quiet when I punched my pin into the security keypad of my company, which seemed a bit weird because Jessica was supposed to be here but still the security system hadn’t been activated yet. A sense of unease settled at the pit of stomach as I stepped further into the silence, trying to sense her but I had walked halfway through and there was still no sign of her, maybe she took a short detour here – *or maybe something happened to her.* I shut the memory away before I could ponder further it, instead I whipped out my phone to call her, it rang for only a short second before it went straight to voicemail.Just then, as if my coincidence, I spotted Cara approaching from the door and walking towards me down the hallway, she had a confused expression on her face mirroring my own expression and she would be in no way to explain the dilemma I was currently going through.I wasn’t sure if she could detect the surprise on my face at her oddness of being here, if sh

PARRISH’S POV“I need to know what’s going on or I’m calling the police” Nathan kept hounding me when I just needed a moment to think. This time I wasted no time in snatching off his cracked iphone from his hands as his fingers hovered over the dial button and I grabbed him by his shirt.“You can’t call the bloody police – you don’t know who these people are and what they deal with, you cannot involve the police. Do you understand the words that are coming out my mouth?”Nathan shoved me away “Why is Jessica is involved in that, what kind of sick shit do you have going on that leads to my girl getting fucking kidnapped” then he scoffed, with me suddenly getting annoyed as the words *my girl* rolled seamlessly off his tongue, no she’s not your girl – she’s supposed to be my girl.“And why shouldn’t I involve the police? You’re scared you’re going to get caught up on it and just maybe you’ll go to jail for the crimes you actually committed” his stare was poisonous and I clenched my fis

PARRISH’S POV“I think I’m ready to find my father’s killers – ” she said, the words bounced off my brain as I was unwilling to understand a large part wished I hadn’t heard it but then she added“Would you help me?”My chest tightened with the overwhelming allure of guilt. I looked into her eyes unconsciously, and they were filled with some kind of hope that felt impossible to diminish. Only then did I pull my eyes away, only just properly the weight of her request when somehow the truth was just sitting before her. I shook my head instead and pulled her closer by her hands“How about we make sure you’re okay first” I said instead hoping it will derail her thoughts even if it was just for a little bit.“I’m fine, I – ”“No you’re not, and we’re dropping by the hospital first” I said cutting her short and her instantly went up to her face to touch a gash the struck across one side of her face with with dried blood plastered around it. How could she still look so beautiful even in the

Fat juicy goosebumps under the trails of his touch, distractingly painful yet so enticing. I squirmed as his tongue traveled from lips, down my neck and camping at the intricate curves of my waist. His hot breath formed a mist at the painful spots he had bitten and I curled my toes and bit my lips together. It was dark, I could barely see his face but I recognize his touch even from the dead of my sleep. It instantly lights me up, sets me on an all consuming fire that ignites my soul and through out my entire being. I gripped me hair and anchoring him even closer to me, because I needed the warmth of his skin warming the iciness out of mine.A bite here and there, caressed by wet kisses that drew a pool in between my legs even in the surrealness of this or whatever dream I had now strangely found myself because there was no way it was Parrish. There was no way that he smelled like butter and cream – or wait was it chicken? Why do I suddenly smell fry chicken? Immediately, my eyes pop