All Chapters of CHOKEHOLD; Trapped By My Ex: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

ROMAN'S POVI had questions. Tons. My curiosity, uneasiness and sheer irritation for the happenings from hours ago going higher and higher. Suddenly the very memory of it disgusted me. I didn’t come in on time when it all started but now I wished I had. I wished I’d arrived faster, halted things faster. Maybe then I’d at least gotten some answers?Maybe I would’ve seen her. Gone to her without having to consider so much or watch what looked like a fight ensue between that one always hovering around her, Cleo and the other one I saw bloody outside. The two women yelling accusations and threats all over the place.“You did this, you bitch! I know you did.” Cleo spat, refusing to power down even as they got separated.“I didn’t do anything. If you think so then bring proof!” the bloody nose declared, fighting her way out of Cleo’s grasp. “Bring proof and defend that conniving brat! Conniving, foolish and useless swine! Her mother’s words, not mine.”“You!” Cleo rushed forward for her, get

ROMAN’S POV Without thinking my hands flew to her neck, pulling her closer, pulling us closer. My mind fried and long distant, all rational thoughts seizing to exist.Within seconds we went crazy. Grabbing and pulling, groaning and fighting. Heat clashing with coldness, everybody burning hot like coals. Chaos erupting.I choked her. She choked me. I lost control. She ate the fuck out of my lips. God. The perfect blend to my madness. Her hand twisted my collar to the root, digging into me roughly like she’d been wanting this for the longest. My hair a toy in her hands. I didn’t know when I gripped her also. Raw, taking everything she could give. Gripped the fuck out of that damned knot at the back of her head, springing free all that mess of wavy hair, pulling her backwards as I took absolute charge of her lips. Fuck.I’d lost my mind and I knew it.Her back pressed hard to a wall, halting our movements. Myself diving right in, between her warmth, holding and lifting her thick thi

ALINA’S POVMy life has been nothing short of a movie lately. Nothing short from that. From feeling light and whatever for a few days to Cleo questioning me about it, then forcing questions I didn’t realize I should be asking. To my mother, my own mother showing up at my place of work, deciding it was the best place to throw her tantrums, declare her hate for me, and then him happening!Him.And me.Him and me. kissing.Him kissing me. Me kissing back and doing even worse, gosh!I still couldn’t believe it no matter how many times I replay it in my head. I couldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe I did that. To make matters worst, he didn’t seem to be letting shit go. He wasn’t it go. He’s made that very clear days that followed after that night up until this very moment. Right here. In this elevator.“G-good morning.” Stacy greeted as she entered, head down. One of the cleaners around the top floors. The same person that paused the elevator right now and put a stop the madness I was abo

ALINA'S POV Everything was dark. Blank. Empty. An empty room, no soul, and definitely no Gracia. "What?" I stepped in cautiously, fully looking around. A large queen sized bed up ahead, chains and buckles at her edges. There were no designs on the walls or floors. Everything was just dark. Dark and…intimidating if you may. Exciting if you looked at it the other way. It gave off a feeling. A vibe. Definitely sexual, but not the innocent kind. The much darker kind. Stronger kind. “Wow,” I murmured, shutting door as I went in. Approached the bed at the front. There was something on top of it. “Condoms.” I leaned a peek, squinting. “Definitely condoms.” So there was no light in the room, everything all dark, condoms on the bed…looks like it was waiting for someone. Gracia maybe? I turned around slowly at the thought, scanning for someone again. My eyes catching the dull red glow underneath the bed. The only source of light actually. Mirrors on all four corners of t

ALINA'S POV Huh?"How you doing?" He repeated again, voice a low whisper. Hand coming up to press on the wall next to my face. Shudders going down my spine, my pulse erratic. "Y-you're in the ladies room." I breathed slowly. Processing. "You're in the-"I know. No one's here." He cut me off, pressing close. Closer. Hand on my waist. "There's no one here. Just us."Us.Me and him, him and I. Us.I held his gaze. Really held his gaze, my shoulders slowly relaxing, all the emotions I'd been feeling since yesterday, that night, all of it hitting me like a car crash. Anxiousness, restlessness, excitement, wondering what he was doing, whether he was going to call, text...the need. Oh God the need. It was the worst of them all. The worst thing I'd felt just yesterday and today.I couldn't stop thinking about it...him. He'd engraved himself so far up my mind that I couldn't think straight without remembering the details of what had transpired between us."Hey," he breathed, "Hey," I said