All Chapters of Dear Billionaire Ex, You Don’t Own Me : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Jocelyn’s POV I whimpered into the kiss as Eduardo untucked my robe, causing it to pool at my feet.My nipples were hard and begging for his touch, likewise my pussy which was wetter than a well, as Eduardo grabbed and fondled my ass.Hoisting me around his waist, he littered kisses from my neck down my chest, only licking around my breasts, neglecting my eager nipples.I wasn't left to think about why he had done that for long as he attached his mouth to my left boob while fondling my right boob, his tongue still shoved down my throat.Our tongues shared in wet heat of each other's hungry mouths while our bodies became familiarized with one another as we humped.Undoing Eduardo's tie, I proceeded to unbutton his shirt and spread my hands on his strong abs, my pussy rejoicing in the imminent pleasure that soon, his cock would be pounding my pussy.My fiancé was so sexy it was unreal.“You are gorgeous,” Eduardo said, moving northward and fastening his lips to the crevice of my should

Eduardo's POV “Are you ready for this?” I asked Jocelyn, as I rolled the car into the driveway of our wedding planner's office.After seven weeks of beating around the bush, Jocelyn had finally chosen Italy as our wedding location. In all honesty, she could have chosen the moon as our wedding location and I would have instantly agreed.Now that I thought of it, taking our time to effectively plan the wedding was definitely the best unlike the last time.We had gotten married barely a year after our first meeting, only for it to end in shambles.Although I knew that was all in the past, it still provided us with a great avenue to learn that it wasn't by how fast a wedding happened but how long and blissful being in the marriage was.“I was born ready,” She beamed, and I kissed her chastely on the lips before getting out of the car to open the door for her.Curving my arm toward her, I said. “Let's go, milady.”Giggling, she tucked her arm in mine then pressed a kiss to my cheek befor

Jocelyn’s POV “In exactly three weeks from now, you will formally become my sister-in-law again,” Ivy screeched, as she poured a cup of mushrooms into the simmering pot of chili sauce on the gas cooker.“Me too,” I said, smiling from the kitchen island where I was sitting. “So will Miss Lopez be bringing a date with her to my wedding?”Huffing, Ivy said. “None that I know of. I mean, one has to be in a relationship or something similar to have a date, isn't it?”“That's true, I guess. You are still yet to find someone who catches your fancy?” “Yes,” Ivy said. “Honestly, I'm not even bothered. Maybe I'm not made to love or to be loved. Maybe I was born to make and enjoy my money.”Among the women I knew in my life, Ivy was the most intelligent and well-spoken one.The way she was as free as a bird and rarely stressed over stuff that was out of her control was really intriguing.It must be night being carefree like her.“Maybe or maybe not,” I winked. “Your prince charming is probably

Jocelyn’s POV “Are you sure you can eat by yourself? You know, I wouldn't mind feeding you, right?” I asked Amelia as she ate from her plate of rice pudding.Due to the fragility of her stomach after the poison was pumped out, the dietitian had recommended she ate puddings for the time being.I had taken it upon myself to prepare them for her as it was the least I could do after she got poisoned instead of me.“Yes, ma'am,” She replied. “Thanks for the food. It tastes nice.”“You are welcome, Amelia,” I said. “Have you called your mum yet?”“No, I don't want her to worry about me,” “If this is about the cost of the flight tickets, you know I can always help, right?”“I do, I just want to handle it by myself,” Amelia insisted. “Plus you know how fragile her health is. Mum is severely hypertensive and I don't want to have a crisis. The doctor already said I'm going home this week, so it doesn't matter.”“Alright then. We will do whatever you want.”“Thanks for respecting my decision.”

Jocelyn’s POV “Careful,” I told Amelia as I helped down the stairs, leading to the parking lot.Eduardo was walking behind us, holding her bag.After spending two weeks in the hospital, Amelia had finally being discharged and was going home.“Thanks,” She said, as I helped her into the backseat.“You are welcome.” I replied before heading to the passenger door, which Eduardo was currently holding open.“Thanks, babe.” I said then climbed in the car, and he slammed the door shut before trekking over to the the driver's seat.Afterward, he stepped on the gas and swerved the car out of the parking lot, onto the main road.Through the rearview mirror, I looked at Amelia and a smile of relief creased my lips as I observed that she had fully regained her former self and was no longer sickly and emaciated.During the period she was subjected to puddings, I had been so guilty because I could eat whatever I wanted but she couldn't.Eduardo was right, I truly needed to learn how to stop worryi