All Chapters of THE HEAT BETWEEN US : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

It had been two whole months since I left Chester behind in Washington. His family especially his mom, tried to talk me into coming back, but my mind is already made up. In that time, I built something for myself. I landed a licence for my marketing firm, since I have long graduated from school and the money paid as allowances to me by him is enough to starts off and hires some staffs. At first, it was exhausting, demanding, and completely different from the world of wealth, and privilege I had been trapped in for six months. But it was mine. I woke up every morning to my own alarm, not the cold emptiness of his villa, I drive my own car through the city streets, blended in with the crowd, sometimes worked late into nights, and grabbed coffee from the same café every morning. I was a normal woman again. And I loved it. The Price of Freedom. But then, freedom came at a cost. Slowly my savings were dwindling. My apartment—while mine—felt too small, especially now that I wasn’t alo

I knew he wouldn’t stop. Chester Blackwood was a man who never lost—deals, negotiations, or battles. And now, he had set his sights on me. But this wasn’t some business acquisition. I wasn’t a contract he could renegotiate, a deal he could close with a few persuasive words. He had lost me. And I would make damn sure he understood that. I am going to fortify my walls around me.The morning after he showed up, I made a list. 1. Change my phone number. 2. Inform security at my building—no one gets in without my permission. 3. Double down on work and focus on my business. 4. Do not let him get under my skin. I attacked my schedule like a woman on a mission. Meetings. Calls. Expanding my brand. I attended networking events, surrounded myself with people who saw my worth—who respected me for what I was building, not because of the man I had once been tied to. I was thriving. At least, I wanted to believe that.Until he made his first move The first sign that Chester wasn’t ba

I should have known Chester wouldn’t back down. I had barely shaken off the intensity of our confrontation last night when my assistant, Ava, rushed into my office, eyes wide. "You need to see this," she said, shoving her phone toward me. A sinking feeling settled in my stomach as I took the phone. The headline was bold, impossible to ignore. "Chester Blackwood Makes a Move on Manhattan: Billionaire to Expand His Empire in the Heart of the City." My heart slammed against my ribs. I kept reading. "Sources confirm that the Blackwood's Conglomerate is in the process of relocating its headquarters to Manhattan City. The unexpected shift has sparked speculation, especially given president Chester’s recent visit to the city. Could this move be more than just business?" I gritted my teeth. Damn him. Chester!.******CHESTER BLACKWOOD POV "She saw it?" I asked, leaning back in my chair, fingers steepled as I listened to my assistant. "Yes, sir. Her assistant nearly dropped her ph

I gripped the edge of my desk, my nails digging into the wood. He wasn’t just chasing me anymore. He was embedding himself into my world. Into everything I built. My heart raced. Not with fear. Not even with anger. But with something far more dangerous. Because no matter how much I wanted to deny it… Chester Blackwood knew exactly how to get under my skin. And I had no idea how much longer I could fight him. The Lexington's Charity Gala was my event. It is a new charity foundation that I established after my relocation to Manhattan. I built it. I shaped it. And I refused to let him turn it into his latest battleground. Yet, as I stood at the top of the grand ballroom staircase, draped in an elegant crimson gown, my pulse betrayed me. Because he was already here. And he was looking directly at me. He stood near the entrance, a whiskey glass in one hand, his black tux hugging his frame like it had been tailored by the gods themselves. His dark eyes never wavered from mine. The

CHESTER BLACKWOOD POV I walked out of Alex’s penthouse, but my blood was still burning. She thought she could shut me out.She thought she could tell me what I did and didn’t feel. She was wrong. I wasn’t leaving. I wasn’t giving up.Alex wanted a battle? I’d give her a war.*******ALEXANDRIA POV I should have known he wouldn’t back off. Chester Blackwood wasn’t the type to walk away from a fight—especially not when he decided something belonged to him.But I wasn’t his. Not anymore. I sat in my office, flipping through documents, but my focus was shot. My assistant, Ava, had already caught me staring at the same page for the past ten minutes."You okay, boss?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.I forced a tight smile. "Just distracted."She smirked. "Let me guess—Mr. Billionaire Ex is still lurking around?"Lurking was an understatement. Haunting me was more accurate.Chester had made damn sure I knew he was still in Manhattan.A bouquet of white lilies had arrived that morning—the s