All Chapters of Divorced by Mistake: She Came Back Cold and Rich: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

He made his way down, lips trailing fire along the curve of her neck, nibbling at the edges, drawing a sigh deep enough, the vapour condensed against his neck, then lower. Emily arched beneath him as his mouth closed over her exposed breast, tongue circling the stiff peak. A low, needy sound escaped her throat as he sucked on them gently. Nick’s hand slid up her thigh, pushing the hem of her dress higher, fingers brushing the edge of her panties.“Nick…” she breathed, threading through his hair for a much needed anchor, urging him on.He smiled against her skin, the vibration of his soft chuckle sending shivers through her. He peeled the other strap down, freeing her completely to the cool air, Emily shuddered as the cold breeze roamed her tits, then he continued his descent, kissing down her stomach, nipping at her hip bone as he hooked his fingers into her panties and began to drag them down her legs.Emily lifted her hips to help him, heart racing, body already aching for more. Ni

They waited at the administrative unit for the doctor to return. He came in quicker than ever, dashing to where Emily sat with frail Leslie in her hands and Nicole just beside her. His sleeves were already rolled up, stethoscope swinging, his eyes attached to Leslie before he'd even reached where they were. "Move," he said quietly, and Nicole obeyed, allowing the doctor some space as he stepped beside the child. She stepped back, Nicole catching her elbow as her knees threatened to fold. The doctor bent over Leslie, two nurses flanking him. One checked vitals. The other pried open Leslie's mouth carefully, as Emily released her finger from his mouth gently, her phalanges aching. "How long has he been like this?" "Maybe an hour," Emily stammered. "Less. I don't, I can't exactly tell" The doctor's hand stilled on Leslie's neck, feeling for something. His jaw tightened. "His pupils are blown," he said to the nurse. "Get me a tox screen. Now." He looked up at Emily, and somethi

She horned desperately at the gates and waited for a reply from behind. The gates were made to auto-open for only one car, Carl's car. She leaned against the wheel, her heart pounding wishing she could blow the gate open. His home looked almost the same for almost 7 years now after everything, there was hardly any new change or development, if anything, it looked older and slightly more neglected. Her eyes flickered to the corner of the wall as she waited impatiently to the quick notice by the edge. Emily blinked for a second. She thought he owned the house. Had he sold it or what? She almost chuckled, imagining him leaving his own house like a tenantYou cannot survive without me, Emily! She recalled him say.“Looks like he isn't surviving without me instead” Emily finally let out a tiny laugh.Finally someone emerged from the gate, a keeper. She couldn't recognize him. Carl changed servants like dresses in a wardrobe.He hurried over to my car. I wound down the glasses so he coul

Carl smiled, his expression unchanging and that had only frightened Emily more. Most men would have snapped back, barked insults, denied everything louder. Carl only stared at her through the bars, dark eyes unmoving, as though her hatred was something he had expected all along. Then slowly and painfully slowly, his fingers loosened around hers. As he spaced himself from her slightly. Emily pulled her hand back against her chest. Carl tilted his head slightly, like what she said was the most incredulous thing ever “You really think I’d hurt a child?” “My son?” she shot back instantly. “Yes. You're heartless Carl!" Something flickered in his face then as quick and Sharp as lightning, it was gone too fast to fully catch. Emily frowned, she could swear he had lost his senses. The fluorescent light buzzed overhead. “You still don’t know me at all," he murmured. Emily laughed bitterly. “Know you? Oh I f*cking knew enough. I knew you while you slept beside another woman. I

Emily arrived at the office quite late. She walked through the door calmly although she was losing her mind on the inside. Faustina appeared in front of her almost immediately, freeing her suitcase from her hands“The visitors?” She asked desperately, heels clicking sharp against the glass floor as she moved briskly.“There in the conference room B” Faustina rapped.Emily headed straight for the elevator, checking her wrist watch and wishing she was already done here so she could head home with Leslie already. She took a deep breath, then released it in an exhaust sigh.As the elevator hummed, beginning its journey upwards.“Why are they here?” She asked rhetorically. Except the answer would arrive soon enough.Emily stepped off the elevator and walked straight to Conference Room B, her pulse hammering beneath a calm exterior. She smoothed her blouse, pushed the door open, and stepped inside professionally.The room was arranged differently than usual. A long couch sat against the fa