All Chapters of MY EX-HUSBAND REGRET : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lost, Found. Lost.CLARAI'd lost it, or I was in the middle of losing it. The park, as expected is unapologetically crowded, not a single space for breathing, and there are a lot of children. Where could she have gone? Beverly tried to calm me, and Agatha was out of sight, too, trying to look for Velma.The security before me as he said words that I could barely decipher. My hands wouldn't stop shaking, and I felt like I was going to drop dead at any moment. Jeez. It was my daughter who was missing."What color of outfit did she have on?" Another question of his directed at me while I swallowed hard, trying to keep a calm that I certainly didn't possess. It was torture to stand there, barely alive. I was moving around on my heels, trying to get to wherever I could.My poor baby would be so scared right now, so away from me! I felt a wicked shiver kiss my spine."White," Beverly responded. Velma was on white, just like a bunch of other kids here."And you last saw her when?"Too many

Clicked!CLARAIt wasn't terrible. The idea of doing business with Mike and I would have reached out first if he hadn't. His business was in great bloom and that was exactly what I needed right now. If he hadn't reached out to me for the partnership deal, I wouldn't have done it. It was a one-time opportunity for us to widen our scope.Seeing Mike again, after weeks, wasn't the best kind of torture but it was sweet. Tapping into that boyish charm of his and reveling in it. Funnily enough, today, it was my turn to visit him. I meant his company. I'd spent the entire day perusing the documents and I had agreed to it. We had a deal.I got to Mike 's company and like clockwork, I was let in like there had been some kind of communication about my arrival even before I got there, despite the fact that I hadn't made an appointment. Just like him. Way to do business like a barbarian, but it was charming, just like Mike - the one man I was supposed to hate. His office was demarcated from his

Conscious MistakeCLARAThe kiss was urgent, and rough, speaking of all the restraint I thought it had left in me. He grabbed me, tight, unapologetically exploring my mouth with his, his arms resting on the small of my back.I was breathless. Every whiff of air I managed to exhale had a hint of Mike in it and I reveled there, feeling my heart thump against it like it was about to tear its way out. Jeez. I missed this.I missed what he tasted like. I couldn't wait to get out of these clothes and feel him bare. Fuck the consequences! I stepped away from him to catch my breath and my eyes met his.A shudder raced down my shoulders and I felt faint. Weak in the fucking knees and plagued by thirst for the forbidden fruit who stood calmly, enticing the shit out of me.I could walk away, but fuck that! I killed the distance between us again. But Mike asked, "Are you going to change your mind tomorrow?"I shook my head and told him, "Fuck me."His eyes widened and he looked unsure for a mom

Sinful transactions.MIKE She was going to keep hiding like this and I expected that much. In years, last night was the most amazing day of my life. It felt like I hadn't lived before and the clock just started to count from last night- Clara had breathed life into me.The universe seemed to have heard me cry for more time with her, hence the storm that terrorized the skies and the earth. And while she was all I was fixated upon, she tried to slip away again, expectedly but I wasn't going to let her, ever.Clara was becoming a drug, a necessary evil that I so badly needed to survive, and the sight of her away from me made my skin prick.I needed her like last night. I needed her to talk to me, to beg me to please her. I needed her to look at me in the eyes and tell me that last night wasn't a sham, or a mistake- that everything she'd done, that we'd done, she didn't regret it. But she was eager to run away."But I have a few things to sort in regards to tomorrow, so you all can go to

Dreams We Can't AffordCLARAThe sound of the doorbell filled the room with a bout of clarity, and my eyes couldn't possibly be widened more. It felt like being in a trance, yet very conscious, and I had the perfect excuse this time, too.Mike hexed me with that body, and his chocolate abs that my hand was now, subconsciously grazing over, and the monster he often hid between those legs.I was fucked, literally. My body was an aching mess, but the moment Mike touched me again, I swear I'd be willing to hump him like a horse ride down the streets of Albuquerque. The doorbell rang again; thankfully, he jolted up this time and found his towel, while I-Well, my clothing items were sprawled around all corners of the room, on the floor, crying to be picked. I rushed to pick my dress up. My hair was a mess, and I couldn't find my panties. Great heavens! Mike looked just as confused as I was, in that towel.We could just ignore the ringing and take it off him, again. I'd do that if I had