All Chapters of Dear Billionaire Ex, You Don’t Own Me : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Jocelyn’s POV “Hold on,” I said as Eduardo swerved his car into an unfamiliar path. “This isn't the way to your place. Where are we going?”Placing his free hand on mine, he said. “Our new house, baby. When I told you that I wanted us to start all over, I meant it in all aspects. I sold my former house because I want us to have a completely new beginning.”My heart warmed as my lips twitched a smile at his utterance. “Really?”“Yes, my love,” He raised our intertwined hands and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. “Now I can't wait to see our new home,” I darted him a smile which he mirrored before returning his focus to the road.Olivia and Henry on the other hand were deeply engrossed in a muffled conversation that seemed serious.“Mummy,” Olivia called, and I turned to face her.“Yes?”Hearing her call me “mummy” still seemed slightly surreal but I loved it regardless.Sometimes I couldn't believe that I now had two adorable and perfect children.“How old are you?” She asked, slightly

Jocelyn’s POV “Alright then, I'll talk to you soon. My regards to Eduardo and my babies. Bye,” Ivy said, as Eduardo sat beside me on the couch, handing me a glass of wine.“Bye, dear. Take care.” I replied before ending the call.“Was that Ivy?” Eduardo asked, wrapping his arm around me as I reached for the TV remote.“Yes, and she said to give you her regards,’’ I replied, my focus rooted to the TV as my favorite Spanish soap opera was about to start.I started watching Spanish soap operas ever since I was eleven. I would sneak into my mum's bedroom and sit beside her while she watched, completely oblivious to the outside world.Spanish soap operas had helped my mum a lot when my dad died. She had resorted to them as a form of coping mechanism, and somehow, I had also adopted the habit.“Is this the one with Juanita and Carlos?” Eduardo asked.Taking my gaze away from the TV for a moment, I nodded, giving him a taunting huff. “I thought you didn't like watching my soap operas. How d

Eduardo's POV “I-I want you to fuck me slow and good,” Jocelyn whimpered like a cat in heat as she knelt on the bed, eyes ridden with lust and hair tousled.“Do you want that now?” I asked, climbing into bed with her after slipping off my shoes. Placing her hands on my chest, she nodded. “P-Please.”Grabbing her hands at her back, I removed my tie from my neck and roped it around them before turning her against me, so that her back was pressed to my crotch and I could smell the relaxing scent of her strawberry shampoo.“I am going to that now,” I husked in her ears. “But first I'm going to eat you out. You would like that, won't you?”“Y-Yes, I will,” She choked out a moan as I bent her over and smacked her half-clad ass as her panties had now ridden dangerously low.Sliding her panties downward, I pressed a kiss to her nape.Propping myself behind her, I inhaled lungfuls of her pussy, my cock hardening as the salaciously delectable scent wafted into my nostrils, sending lust throug

Jocelyn’s POV A smile creased my lips as my phone vibrated with a call from Ivy.“Hey, Jo,” Ivy's voice wafted into my ears as soon as I answered the call. “How are you doing and how is work?”“Hi, Ivy,” I replied, my smile widening. “I'm doing great. Work is fine too. How are you?”“I'm doing okay as well. How are the kids doing? I spoke to Eduardo last night, did he tell you?” Ivy asked.“Yeah, he did,” I said. “It's feels good speaking freely like this to you again,” Ivy said. “I'm so glad everything is back to normal again, we can chat and gossip like we used to in the past.”“Yeah, me too.”“By the way, I heard about your mum's death. It completely escaped my mind the other day we spoke,” Ivy uttered, voice solemn. ‘“Please accept my late sincerest condolences.”“It's fine, Ivy,” I laughed. “Thanks anyway.”“You are welcome,” Ivy replied, then paused for a moment before exhaling heavily like she was in distress.My heart panged with worry Instantly for her. “Are you alright?”“

Eduardo’s POV “I have an interview at Seacrest hospital next week,” Ivy said, scrolling down her phone. “Hopefully it goes well.” Jocelyn said, to which Ivy sighed and shrugged.“I hope so too,” Ivy replied. “I can't believe I'm saying this but I miss working in Italy. I'm so used to the system over there that I don't even know if I can fit in with the American system.”“You will do great, Ivy,” I said. “I'm sure of that.”“I knew it,” Ivy hufffed, still fixated on her phone. “They said I'll have to take seven courses and be certified a doctor here before they can allow me to work. I knew this would happen.”“So what will you do now?” Jocelyn asked.Exhaling heavily, Ivy replied. “Well, I have no option other than to take the courses. I am not going back to Italy to work.”Today was saturday, so the three of us were currently sitting on the balcony and having tea.Earlier today, Jocelyn and Ivy had dropped Henry and Olivia off at their friend's house as it was his sixth birthday cel