My Vengeful-Ex

Chapter 63

Logan 

I watched silently as Christina left my penthouse, seething in rage. I never expected her to accept my offer and become my mistress readily, but I never thought she would get so enraged. 

Why did she get so furious? 

Didn't her friend Joan tell me Christina needed money to admit her mother into hospice care? And she was already fucking half the staff in the company, along with that pervert Jonathan and that good-for-nothing Samuel. Then why was Christina acting as if I insulted her? 

Since the moment I fucked her in that hotel restroom, I couldn't think of anything but her. Christina was the only woman I had ever loved in my life, and even though she betrayed me and tried to kill me, there was no one that I wanted as I wanted her. 

When I saw her in that conference room the first day, I only wanted to make her pay for what she did to me. But as the days passed, I couldn't resist my desire for her.  She only got more beautiful with time. Her body had filled in all the right places as she grew from a girl into a woman. 

Even in those cheap clothes, she was nothing but a fucking wet dream, and I could see how almost all male employees in the company lusted after her. And how she paid each one of them equal attention. She was a bitch by nature who played with men's feelings and then discarded them like old worn-out clothes.  

Christina must be in Chicago because there wasn't any one left for her to toy with in London. Her innocent and destitute act only attracted men to her in herds, who wanted to become her knight in shining armor. 

I kept pacing in the living room of my penthouse, thinking about Christina and how I could force her to be my mistress. Even though I hated her with the last fiber of my being, I still couldn't tolerate even the thought of any other man touching her. 

She looked like a fucking apparition in that white number she wore to the party. Even though Sierra was a supermodel and had a body to die for, which I truly enjoyed fucking but Christina in that white dress called to me like a siren. Her blonde hair, which resembled the color of spun gold, and those fucking baby blue eyes that always stole my breath whenever they settled on me were enough to make me want to rip that dress off her and fuck her into the following week. Hence I fucked her, but it wasn't enough, and now I wanted more. 

I wanted her all to myself. When her friend told me, Christina left early because her mother was sick. I sensed it as an opportunity and pried about her. Joan informed me Christina's mother was losing her battle with cancer and only had a few months left. The doctor had advised Christina to admit her into hospice, where she would receive professional care. Joan said Christina struggled with the finances, which was a shock. 

Christina had inherited millions in assets from her father, so how could she struggle with money? I would have given it another thought, but right then, it came as an opportunity for me, and I decided to use it. 

I offered her to be my mistress, but she rejected my offer. Her rejection wasn't surprising, but how she refused it was concerning. I hadn't expected such a strong reaction from her. Instead, I thought she would give in after some insistence like the whore she was. Maybe Jonathan helped her with the money. Otherwise, why would she turn down such an opportunity? 

Or did she lie to her friends that she required money to trap new prey, faking as a damsel in distress. That was a better explanation. Indeed, she couldn't have spent all her father's fortune in four years, right? 

If that were the case, then I would have to find some other way to convince her to be my mistress. Because one thing was clear: I wanted her for myself. Even though we had been separated for years, there didn't go a day that I didn't think about her. 

Even when I fucked other women, it was Christina that I always imagined. I was obsessed with that woman in a way that was beyond my understanding. It was like she cast some spell on me, and I couldn't find a cure.  

I would have Christina back in my bed one way or another. Even if I had to set the world on fire, I wouldn't hesitate to do it as long as I was the only one who owned her. 

The following day, I acted normal in the office with Christina. Though I was tempted to bend her over my desk and fuck her six ways to Sunday, I restrained myself. 

It was better to leave her alone until I could devise a plan. For now, I thought of ways to make her accept my proposition, but nothing felt good enough. I needed something solid, a strong reason that would rattle Christina and would make her submit to me. 

When she brought me coffee and her arm brushed my shoulder, I couldn't help the surge of blood to my groin. I wanted to wrap her ponytail around my fist and push her to her knees between my legs and fuck that pouty mouth. But I would have to be patient like a predator, who waits until the last moment to make the kill so his prey wouldn't have any way to escape.  
"Do you need anything else, Mr. De La Roche?" Christina asked in a professional tone. 

The word 'you' was on the tip of my tongue, but I controlled myself and dismissed her with a mere nod. 

I was restless, and the idea of returning to my penthouse wasn't appealing at all. For a second, I considered calling Sierra to take care of my constant hard-on, but the mere thought of her softened my cock. 

Instead of heading home, I came to the coffee shop downtown. It was my favorite place for coffee. I accidentally discovered it after moving to Chicago, and I had been a regular since then. 

The place was crowded when I entered and headed to the counter to get a coffee on the go. I halted in the line, waiting for my turn when a couple standing before me left the queue. I took a step forward, and an excited voice from in front of me made me look down.  

"Hi, Logan," Aiden beamed at me with glinting eyes. 

I greeted him and looked at the woman standing beside Aiden and facing the counter. I recognized her even before she turned towards me from the color of her hair. Only one woman I knew had hair the color of gold, the Williams genes. 

Christina????

"Look, Mom, it's Logan," Aiden announced excitedly. 

Christina turned towards me with a bewildered face, confirming my suspicion. 

Aiden was Christina's son? 

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