All Chapters of CHASE ME, HUSBAND: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70


Damian’s POV Carefully placing her legs down, I straightened up, bringing her up with me. “Uh…I don’t know.” Leaning her weight against the closet, she trailed a finger in the middle of her breasts. They were still in her bra, pumped up and plump, that blood rushed to my cock. I couldn’t keep my hands off her for long. With my mouth on her and smelling her, if I didn’t have her one of these days, I might go crazy. Taking her hand in mine, I pressed a kiss to the back of it. “I thought about it. It doesn’t make sense if I deny you sex when we—“ “That’s not a problem. We can always do it since we’re getting married anyway. No rush.” She said. I raised my brow at her. Did she just say no? “Something wrong?” I asked as she tapped on her collarbones. That thing she always did each time she was nervous. Catching her wrist, I placed her hand against my hard on. But she snatched her wrist back, her eyes unfocused as they rested behind me. “I don’t want to give yo


Irene’s POV Biting my nails, with my legs crossed over each other on the bed, my eyes glued to my screen as I waited for him to text back. The distance was eating me up, but he didn’t have to know that. I knew he’d gotten mad because of what Mia said, but what I can’t wrap my head around was him giving this attitude for too long. I mean it’s been a whole week of silence. At first I thought I’d play hard to get, but I was having these wet dreams about him and more. Plus, I'm scared my hormones were killing me. Maybe it was ovulation. Throwing my head back, I groaned. Whatever. Just as I made to drop my phone, his text came in. *I KNOW. JUST LOOK OUT FOR A DELIVERY.* I found myself smiling at his text. What was it this time? A dress? To be honest, I didn’t mind if he sent a dress over and over again. It’s the thought that counts. At exactly six, my doorbell rang, and I hurried over, my mind reeling with excitement. Keep it together, Rene. Composing myself, I opened

Irene’s POV I spotted Mike in the middle of the hall, linking arms with Fred, and he winked at me. My shoulders relaxed a bit, and I smiled back. Throwing his arm up in the air, he let out a sharp whistle, clapping. Everyone turned to him, brows raised, but just like that, one, two, three claps followed, and soon the whole room erupted in loud cheers and whistling. I caught Mom, and her grin grew wider as she looked at me. She was happy. The people I cared about were happy. Was I? "Irene," he called, guiding me to my seat, and I snapped back to reality. Nodding, I let him lead me. Even as I took the seat next to him, I still felt the sweet ache of his grip on my flesh. “Ouch!” I flinched a bit, sitting on that exact spot. Leaning forward, his brows furrowed. “Does it hurt? I’ll be gentle next time.” The corner of my lips pulled up in a smirk. “Don’t be. I like it this way.” His eyes flashed with amusement as he settled back in his seat. Celebration fi


Damian’s POV I drummed my fingers against the desk, my eyes glued to my phone lying behind the PC. I should call her. Explain things to her before it got too late. The door creaked open, and Aiden walked in, holding a pile of files to his chest. “Good morning, sir.” He dropped the pile of files on the desk before straightening up, and I only glanced up. “Hope you had a good night, sir.” He added, and I lifted my head this time, my jaw clenched. “I’ve not had one. For days now. I’m sure you know why.” Adjusting his glasses, he held his hands in front of him. “It’s quite unfortunate. The incident with the young lady. Our stock has gone down over the last few weeks.” He explained, and I clicked my teeth. “So you’ve been watching stock news, but you missed the part where she skipped security and walked in?” “I wasn’t in charge of the guest list, sir. She had an invitation and the right to be there.” Leaning back into my chair, frustration built up in me. Not beca


Irene’s POV “Were you over at my place?” I asked, looking around. It dawned on me that I wasn’t the one who took the photo out, and my room seemed more put together than how I left it. “Wash up first. Then come out.” He said. I flinched, my eyes darting around because I thought I just heard sounds from the kitchen. “You’re here?” I asked. Hurrying out, I froze as I found him leaning against the kitchen island, a knife in one hand and a phone in the other. His gray pants were hanging low around his bony waist, the curve running down his groin area, and my eyes went up to his bare chest. Inked arms, sheens of sweat covering the hard planes of his chest, and his eyes roaming over me. I sucked in a breath. Did he drop from the sky into my kitchen or what? “Wash up before you come out. That’s what I said. " He grabbed a bowl from the sink, snatching up a napkin, and I blinked, still not believing he was right in front of me. “Yes, Daddy." I muttered, catching myself