All Chapters of Divorced And Out of His League: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ADRIAN’S POVI didn’t want to be there.The whole hall reeked of too much perfume, flashing lights, and people trying too hard to impress each other. Cameras kept clicking, laughter kept echoing, and the DJ thought the louder the music, the more glamorous the night would feel.Vivian called it a “fashion event,” but to me, it was just another exhausting show. Another night where I had to stand beside her and pretend we were the perfect couple.If it weren’t for my little boy tugging at my sleeve, wide-eyed with excitement, I’d have left already.“Daddy, look!” he giggled as a model strutted past, her long dress glittering under the light.I forced a smile. “Yeah, I see her.”His joy was the only thing keeping me in that seat. He didn’t understand what this event meant to me… or how it reminded me of every foolish thing I’d done for Vivian.When she&r

KAYLA’S POV“You’re going to be late again,” Maya said, tapping her pen against the desk as she watched me scroll through my phone.Her tone was sharp… the kind she used when she wanted to sound calm but couldn’t hide her frustration.“I’m not late yet,” I replied, still typing out a quick email.“You will be if you keep staring at that screen,” she countered. “And remember, this isn’t your company board meeting, Kayla. This is the Association. You can actually be impeached if you keep missing meetings.”I sighed, leaning back in my chair. “I’m aware, Maya.”“No, you’re not,” she said with a raised brow. “You’ve been acting like the Association is your personal property lately. It’s not. You might be the chair lady, but the moment they think you’re too distracted, they’ll replace you.”I stared at her, realizing what she was hinting at.“This isn’t about my schedule, is it?” I asked.Her lips pressed into a thin line. “It’s been two weeks since your last date with Adrian, and you’re s

Kayla’s POVThe phone had been ringing nonstop for minutes before I finally picked it up. I was already tired from a long morning at work, and the last thing I wanted was another stressful conversation.“Kayla Brooks,” Mrs. Chataway’s voice came through sharp and impatient. “You can’t keep stalling me like this. I’m losing interest in that deal, and if you don’t make a decision soon, I’ll have no choice but to pull out.”I pressed my fingers against my temple, exhaling softly. “Mrs. Chataway, please… it’s not that I don’t want to move forward,” I said carefully. “I just need more time to—”“More time?” she interrupted. “You’ve been saying that for weeks. You think the board will sit and wait while you play safe? No, dear. I need action.”Her tone carried that dangerous sweetness that always made my stomach twist

Adrian’s POVVivian’s moans echoed against the headboard, mixing with the soft creak of the mattress beneath us. Her nails dug into my back as she whispered words that made my jaw clench.“Yeah, f**k me harder… you like that, don’t you?” she breathed against my ear. “You’ve missed this body, admit it.”I didn’t reply. I just kept moving, my body acting while my mind stayed far away. I’d never liked how she talked during sex…it always sounded fake, forced. But over time, I’d learned to ignore it, to treat it as noise that came with the act.She grabbed my face, forcing me to look at her. “Say it, Adrian,” she teased.I bit back a sigh. “Yeah,” I muttered, only to shut her up.Just as she threw her head back with another dramatic moan, a small voice came from the doorway.“Mommy!”The voice at the door froze both of

Kayla’s POVThe music was soft and elegant, and everyone in the hall was already dancing. I didn’t want to stand out, so I took Saxon’s hand and joined in. My real reason, though, was to block Adrian’s view. I could feel his eyes somewhere in the crowd even before I saw him. I didn’t know how he got in, but I knew he was here for me.Maybe it was my fault for ignoring his calls and texts after our last date. But honestly, he’d gone from persistent to plain creepy.Saxon didn’t seem interested in the dance. He moved stiffly, like someone who was being forced to be there. I decided to help him a little, leaning closer and whispering, “You’re supposed to move your feet this way.”He gave a small, distracted smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He looked… sad. Then, without saying anything, he suddenly stopped dancing and walked away.That gave Adrian the perfect chance