Divorced But Never Letting Go Chapter 111

OLIVIA

 “You don’t intend to ignore her forever, do you? We both know that women are stubborn. She won’t stop calling until you answer the phone,” Kate asked me.

 “I can’t answer that. You already know the answer to my question, Kate,” I responded.

 I took my phone and declined the call. “I guess you’re happy now?”

 Not long after I declined the call, Cyril’s grandmother called again.

 I was confused. I felt immense pressure not to answer, but I had no choice. It was the powerful Miss Penhurst—she always got what she wanted, no matter how difficult it seemed.

 “Maybe you’re right. I should shun my fears and answer the phone. This might just be the perfect time for me to end this drama,” I told Kate.

 She didn’t respond. She wasn’t convinced I had the courage to do it.

 “Why weren’t you picking up my calls? Don’t you dare lie to me—I have my ears on the ground. I know your every step,” Miss Penhurst spoke in a placating tone, as if she had spies watching me.

 “I am deeply sorry for not taking your calls. My phone was with my assistant. She just brought it to my office,” I lied. It was the only excuse I could think of.

 “Oops, you’re at the company at this time? That’s good to hear.” She smirked. “Have you seen my grandson lately?”

 “Yes, I have. He was here some minutes ago,” I confessed.

 There was no point in lying. I figured Cyril might have already informed her about our discussion.

 “I’ll get straight to the point. I called to ask about the divorce. Do you still want to proceed, or will you accept my decision?” She hit the nail on the head.

 “What do you care? I thought you bragged about finding someone else to do the dirty job. Let me guess—you still haven’t found anyone worthy of running the company like me, right?” I mocked.

 “Don’t you dare speak to me like that! I demand you apologize this instant,” she yelled over the phone.

 I expected her to be indifferent about the divorce, as she claimed. But it seemed like she was more invested in the drama than ever before.

 “I’m not going to apologize for doing nothing. And for your information, my decision stands. I’m leaving your pathetic family, and that’s it,” I said harshly.

 She was already ranting when I hung up. She called a thousand times, and not once did I respond.

 Tired of ignoring her, I restricted her number from reaching me.

 “I’m proud of you,” Kate smiled.

 Her brief words of encouragement sent a spark through my heart. It was exactly what I needed after dealing with Cyril’s grandmother.

 “Cancel all my appointments for today and book a flight to Paris,” I instructed Kate.

 I needed time away from everyone, including Adrian, just to clear my mind.

 I feared I might lose my sanity if I stayed any longer in the company or at the Penhurst estate.

 “Okay, ma’am. I’ll do that right away,” Kate nodded.

 She walked out of my office, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

 While I waited for Kate to finish the booking, I decided to call Adrian.

 I needed relief—something to take my mind off the mess that had been happening lately. And the only person I could think of was Adrian.

 “Hi, Olivia. What a pleasant surprise. I wasn’t expecting your call,” Adrian said.

 He didn’t even need to say it. From his voice alone, I could tell he was stunned.

 “Are you busy? I’d like to see you,” I asked.

 I couldn’t imagine going on a short vacation without informing Adrian.

 It was the least I could do—he had been there for me in my darkest days.

 “Okay. I’ll be there in a bit,” Adrian said.

 Less than a few seconds later, Adrian was already in my office—while still on the phone with me.

 I panicked. “How did you—?”

 “How did I get here so fast? I knew you’d ask. Well, I was already heading to your office before you called,” Adrian said with a smile.

 Without waiting for him to finish talking, I rushed to shut the door immediately.

 Then, I called Kate on the company’s landline, instructing her not to come to my office unless needed.

 “What the hell is going on?” Adrian asked, looking more confused than ever.

 “Shut the fuck up, boy, and let’s get down to business,” I cut him off.

 I pushed him on the chest with my fingertip, and he fell onto the couch like a demolished building.

 Climbing on top of him, I undressed him. Then, I undressed myself and kissed him passionately, making it impossible for him to resist.

 “Please wait,” Adrian halted me. “What exactly is going on?”

 “Don’t you want this? I thought you loved me,” I frowned.

 “Of course, you know I want this more than anything in the world right now. But at least, I deserve to know what’s happening. I mean, this isn’t you,” Adrian insisted.

 “I’m going on vacation to Paris. I’ll be gone for a few weeks,” I revealed.

 “A few weeks?” Adrian exclaimed.

 “Yes, Adrian. I don’t want to miss you too much, hence the sex. It’ll be stuck in my head every time I miss you,” I explained.

 “That doesn’t change the fact that I’ll be missing you. Please don’t go. Stay with me,” Adrian pleaded.

 As much as I wanted to, I knew it wasn’t the right thing to do.

 Adrian wouldn’t be there when I started losing my mind.

 After some back and forth, he finally accepted my decision—though it wasn’t from the heart. But who cares?

 “Come here, you naughty girl,” Adrian pulled me into a warm embrace before kissing me on the lips.

 This time, he made the first move.

 He suckled my nipples to his satisfaction before sliding his elongated penis into my vagina like an SD card.

 Slowly, I rode him, moaning his name. “Adrian, baby…”

 After the breathtaking sex, I pulled his penis away and inserted it into my throat.

 It nearly choked me to death, but I didn’t care. I enjoyed every second of lovemaking with Adrian.

 “Go harder, Adrian. Fuck me like you mean it. I want to feel you inside me like never before,” I moaned as he pinned me against the wall, fucking me from behind.

 It was the most pleasurable moment of my life.

 I made the most of it—knowing I might not have another chance anytime soon.