All Chapters of Dear Billionaire Ex, You Don’t Own Me : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Eduardo’s POV “Are you in yet?” Ivy's voice came from the other end of the line as I steered my car into the driveway.I was currently at home in the middle of the day to plan a surprise for Jocelyn as I planned on asking her to be my wife again today.To say I was nervous that my plan was going to fall through was probably an understatement because I hadn't been able to concentrate on work throughout the day.I was excited yet uncertain to see how things would turn out.“Nope, almost,” I replied, switching off the ignition and grabbing my phone and briefcase. “Today is really happening,” Ivy uttered. “I hope it goes well. Don't mess it up, okay?”“I won't even dare,” I replied, as I headed into the house.There was some shuffling before Ivy said. “You'd better not. Anyway, I have to go now. I'm cooking lunch for my niece and nephew.”Ivy had offered to take in Henry and Olivia for the night, so that Jocelyn and I could spend time with each other.Thus, she was going to pick up the

Jocelyn’s POV “Mummy, we are back,” Olivia's voice came from the sitting room as I stacked stick meats on a plate.“Welcome, baby,” I said. “Where's your dad?”Olivia and Eduardo had gone to the supermarket to pick up some groceries and wine.Henry had opted out of the trip to watch cartoons and periodically come to the kitchen to help me run some errands.“He's coming,” She replied. “Mummy, what are you making?”“I'm making a special type of salad,” I divulged. “The one your dad likes.”Being the weird person he was, Eduardo loved eating coleslaw salad with egg and peanut butter. Before I met him, I had never known such an absurd food combination to exist but after I did, I started to embrace his weirdness.“Mummy, can I help?” She asked, to which I nodded.“You can climb the stool and help me add chilli to the stew,” I said, moving out of the way, so she could climb the stool.“Okay, mummy,” She said, as I handed her the pepper shaker and stood behind her to watch her work.Her lit

Jocelyn’s POV “You look so fuckable right now, baby,” Eduardo said as I checked the tiny pimple of my forehead in the mirror.I was currently donning his hoodie with nothing but my panties underneath, as we had spent the whole of last night fucking like rabbits in heat.My back still ached blissfully which filled me with a sense of lustful nostalgia.“Well then come fuck me,” I said, staring at him through the mirror, my lips curved with a suggestive smirk.Eduardo was up and standing immediately in nothing but boxers. His sweat-glistened muscles were as sexy as ever, flexing as he walked up behind me and grabbed my waist, littering kissed down my nape.“I could live inside you forever,” He said, his hands weaving underneath my shirt to cup and fondle my boobs, turning the moaning switch within me on.Holding onto the edge of the dressing table for dear life, I tilted my neck sideways to give him full, unwavering access to the skin there as he moved fervently, eager to taste me.“W-W

Jocelyn’s POV “Hold on, it's ringing,” I told Eduardo as I sat beside him and his hands automatically reached forward to wrap around my frame.We were currently in the sitting room waiting for Ivy to answer the phone, so we could speak to her and our children.Just then, the line clicked to reveal Ivy and our kids with happy, smiley faces.“Hi, mummy and daddy,” Henry and Olivia said in unison.“Hi, baby,” Eduardo said and I waved. “Hello, Ivy. How are you all doing?”“We are doing great,” Ivy replied then turned to the kids. “Am I right?”“Yes,” Henry and Olivia chorused. “That's great,” I replied. “I miss you all.”“We miss you too,” Ivy said. “I hope you are both having a nice time in Mauritius. Why am I even asking? You both look great which clearly means you are having a great time there.”Chuckling, Eduardo said. “We sure are. I hope Olivia and Henry haven't been giving you a lot of stress.”“Not at all,” Ivy responded. “They are actually angels. Little adorable angels.”“Aw,

Eduardo’s POV I darted Jocelyn a smile as she stood beside me on the top of the private jet's staircase, looking at the view beneath us.After a five hour long flight, we were finally back from Mauritius to America.Rafael was in the hangar, waiting beside my Range rover, and on seeing Jocelyn and I, he began walking toward us.“Welcome home, sir and ma,” He greeted. “I hope you had a nice vacation.” “Yes, we did,” I replied. “Thank you, Rafael.”When he made to carry out bags, I shook my head in negation. “It's fine, Rafael. We can manage.”“Alright then, sir,” He said, handing me the car keys. “I have to go now. I'm meeting a friend nearby.”“We can give you a lift there,” Jocelyn offered.“No, thank you. I can manage,” He said. “Drive safely.”With that, he was gone.“Let's go?” I told Jocelyn who beamed, nodding.After putting out luggages in the trunk, I proceeded to open the front seat for Jocelyn to sit before walking over to the driver's space to take my seat.Thereafter, I