Semua Bab Dear Ex-Husband, Revenge is Mine!: Bab 41 - Bab 50

IRIS I could still feel Maverick. On my skin. Between my legs. Everywhere. And we didn't even have sex. I was still trying to pull myself after what we had just done, but as Maverick and I stepped into the ballroom, hand in hand, as if nothing had happened, I felt a shiver run down my spine. “We’ll continue this later,” he had said. Maverick was ready to cross the line. And now, so was I. The room was still buzzing with conversations and clinking glasses. I was fairly sure no one had even noticed that we were gone. Well, except for Dwayne and Megan, who watched us with narrowed eyes as we approached them. I stood right next to Megan, ignoring the pointed look she was giving me. Dwayne was looking at Maverick, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. “Well, well, look who finally decided to show up.” Megan didn't bother hiding her amusement. “Where have you guys been? Took a little ‘detour’, did we?” My cheeks heated, but I tried to keep the expression on my face plain. I cleared

IRIS Maverick was looking at me like I had grown two heads. Not that I blamed him. Even I couldn’t believe that I had just opened my mouth to say those words. But no lies had been told. This thing between us was not an emotional agreement. The plan was revenge, and Sebastian seeing us being intimate wasn’t part of the plan. But it was icing on the cake. At least now we both knew that Sebastian didn't like seeing us together. At least we had won that round. It suddenly didn't matter that Eleanor had hijacked my own engagement party and made it about herself. It didn't matter that she was fucking pregnant again and that hearing Quentin say that, took me back to the night when it all happened. None of that shit mattered. This round was ours. Maverick just stared at me silently for a full minute before he shut his eyes, leaning into my hand on his jaw. “I think you might be right,” he finally said. But when he opened his eyes, there was no life in them. They just looked… cold.

IRISI hadn’t spoken to Maverick since last night. I hadn’t even seen him— I made sure not to go downstairs just in case he would be there.But now he was downstairs in the kitchen, making coffee.I stood for a minute, watching his back muscles ripple as he retrieved a mug from the cupboards.That I was upset with him for being an asshole didn't mean I couldn’t admire him. Heaving a sigh, I walked toward the kitchen counter and hopped onto one of the high chairs.He turned around, his expression stoic as he regarded me. “Coffee?”I nodded firmly. “Sure.”Maverick poured a second cup without another word, sliding it across the counter toward me. I took a sip, letting the warmth relax me before finally breaking the silence. “When do we leave?” I asked, referring to the hospital visit.Maverick sighed, shaking his head at me. “Iris, you don’t have to—”“I do,” I snapped, glaring at him. “I have to. Because believe it or not, Sebastian and Eleanor have already planted seeds of doubt in yo

IRIS ‘Secrets have a way of coming out, don’t they?’ ‘You should tell him before he finds out himself. It’ll hurt less that way. Hope tonight goes well for you.’ My hands were shaking, my heart beating so fast against my ribcage as I stared at the messages that had come in over ten minutes ago. A cold chill ran down my spine and I gripped my phone tightly. Swallowing hard, I tried to focus on the sound of Megan’s voice through my laptop screen. I’d been on a video call with her and Amethyst for over an hour, but I had stopped listening minutes ago. “Iris?” Megan called, her brows furrowing as she finally noticed the expression on my face. “You okay?” I blinked, forcing my expression to be more neutral. “Yeah, I just…” I trailed off, pressing my lips together. I wanted to tell Megan about this but I didn't want her to panic. Now, I was sure of it. Someone out there knew about Amethyst, and that person wanted me to tell Maverick. What would happen if I didn't? “You sure?” She

IRIS I did as Maverick asked, turning around to face him and dropping down to my knees.Maverick was glaring at me, but his glare was mixed with severe lust. I sat back on my heels, lacing my fingers together, and then I placed them on my lap. “Yes, master,” I said mockingly. I was taunting him, pushing him closer to the edge all because I wanted to see how far he would go. How far he could go.Maverick’s eyes flashed. He turned away from me, moving towards a drawer in a corner of his room. He retrieved something from it, and it was only when he came back to meet me that I saw what was in his hand.Handcuffs. Black furry handcuffs that were designed to fit small wrists like mine. My jaw dropped as I gaped at Maverick. “What the hell? Why do you have that?”The thought of him handcuffing me didn't make me scared or anything like that. Instead, it made me even more aroused. I anticipated what Maverick was going to do to me. How he was going to punish me like the lying, bad girl I was