Sorry Sir I Don’t Want You Back by Little Angelic Devil

Hudson sneered before he entered the elevator, seeing his ex-wife with a young-looking man draping his arm over her shoulder. Cherise ignored him and focused her attention on Tristan, who was still clinging to her like a leech and chatting her ears off.

At least Tristan was here, she thought, or she would be suffocated with the mere presence of her ex-husband.

But what was he doing here? Could he also have moved into one of the units here?

She peeked at him and didn't see him swiping his card on the elevator's card reader, which would take him to his floor.

A sudden realization hit her, and she groaned inwardly. Of course, with him being the CEO of the Amery Group, he would buy the other available penthouse.

Cherise cursed inwardly. Was he going to shadow her everywhere? Why was it hard to meet him when they were married? But now that they were divorced, he seemed to be everywhere. Was fate playing a cruel joke on her?

Whatever, as long as they had minimal contact, it wouldn't matter if they were neighbors. She'd make sure they didn't cross paths when they left or arrived home. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on NovelDrama.Org. Visit NovelDrama.Org to read the complete chapters for free. She still remembered his schedule-what time he went to the office. He always worked overtime, never coming back straight after office hours, while she went home straight most of the time.

God, she hated how she still remembered, but she was also relieved because then they wouldn't cross paths or get stuck on the elevator with just the two of them. Who knew what he would do or what kind of degrading remarks he would say to her? And she didn't plan to find out about it.

Hudson took his phone from his suit pocket and mindlessly checked his emails as he secretly listened to their conversation.

The young man looked familiar to him until it struck him that he knew him. Tristan Hart was the most famous and popular actor/model at present, and he used to be their model for La Jewel and Angelworld Jewelry's first collaboration. How did Cherise know him? Because of Julian? Katherine? Logan? Because she was now the personal secretary of Angelworld CEO?

Based on how comfortable and too friendly they were toward each other, it didn't seem like it. The casual way Cherise leaned against him and Tristan whispered words to her made Hudson rage, like when he saw Cherise with Julian or Logan.

This was another piece of information he found out about Cherise. How did she know all these influential figures? Were she friends with them before they got married?

Hudson didn't want to believe it. He had checked her background before they got married, and the information he found matched her story-she was an orphan and had nothing to do with upper society.

However, with the way Katherine stood up for her and proudly claimed to be her best friend made it look like they had been friends for a long time. Maybe he needed to dig further into his ex-wife's past.

He looked Tristan up and down and realized he was the guy who he had seen peppering Cherise with kisses outside the apartment building before.

That image made him clench his phone tighter until it nearly cracked. It seemed his ex-wife was used to being touched by men who weren't her husband.

He wondered how many men had touched her before they were married, and that thought disgusted him. But then he comforted him without even realizing it. He knew Cherise was still a virgin, and he was her first. And that brought out a smugness inside his heart. But still, he didn't like-no, hate was the more appropriate word-how she let just about any man touch her. And all three of whom he had seen were successful, influential, and handsome-the dream men of nearly every lady in three countries.

The elevator finally arrived at the topmost floor, and Hudson let Cherise and Tristan go out first before he followed them.

As there were only two units on that floor, each unit got half of the floor, with their doors facing each other.

Hudson ignored them but kept his eyes on Cherise as she placed her thumb on the biometric lock that he was sure Julian had installed for her while he opened his with a tap of his keycard on the card reader.

Once he saw that Cherise and Tristan had entered Cherire's penthouse, he made a quick move toward them.

He turned toward Cherise, and before the door could close behind them, he pushed it open, and Tristan, too, sending him tumbling forward and to his knees. He dragged Cherise toward his penthouse, closed the door behind them, and it locked by itself.

It all happened so fast that Cherise's mind didn't register what happened before it all sank in when Hudson forcefully sat her down on his plush couch.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Hudson?!" she yelled and stood up, sending a murderous glare at her ex-husband.

Hudson stood in front of her with his arms folded across his chest, his brows furrowed as he heard his used-to-be-meek ex-wife curse at him. "Language, Cherise," he said calmly.

"I don't fucking care about my language when you have just kidnapped me!" she snapped at him. Never in her life had Cherise felt so mad. She moved toward the door, only for Hudson to block her.

"What are you trying to do, Hudson?" She narrowed her eyes and seethed.

"Tristan Hart, huh? Two men weren't enough, and now Tristan Hart? Are you collecting men?" Hudson mocked.

Cherise smirked and said, "Yeah. They are all good to me, and I'm happy with them."

Hudson didn't expect her to answer him with those words. A low growl sounded from deep within Hudson's chest. He reached out his hand to grab her, but Cherise lifted her leg and sent a kick to the side of his head. She felt lucky she was wearing trousers today and not a skirt. Hudson instinctively blocked her kick with his forearm, but then Cherise spun in her spot and raised her other leg to kick him on the other side.

As much as she was great at Taekwondo, Hudson was able to block her attacks. He was, after all, one of the heirs to the most influential and powerful family in Country B and had also taken self-defense classes from the best teachers in each field. Cherise kept attacking him with punches and kicks, which Hudson all blocked and dodged easily. She needed to hurt him. She needed this to show him how much she loathed him.

"Too cowardly to attack back?" Cherise taunted, knowing Hudson was a gentleman and wouldn't hit a woman.

"I don't need to attack you," Hudson sneered. He could just pin her down with his weight, and she wouldn't be able to move.

"Coward," Cherise mocked him, and it fueled Hudson's anger.

He then began attacking her back, still making sure he wouldn't hurt her. His attacks were precise and only grazed her body. It helped that Cherise was agile and able to dodge his attacks, too.NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

Soon, Hudson's living room was turned upside down by their fights. Broken vases littered the floor, paintings that used to hang nicely on the wall were crooked and slashed by Cherise's heels, books were knocked down from the shelves, and furniture was shifted from its previous locations.

"Cherise! Cherise!" Tristan's voice sounded from the other side of the door as he banged on it repeatedly and tried to open it. "I've called Julian, and he's arriving any minute now! Hold on!"

Cherise turned toward the door and tried to bolt, but it was a wrong move for her to take.

Hudson grabbed her shoulder and swiveled her around, slamming her to the wall with a force strong enough to make her gasp but not hurt her too much, and pinned her wrists above her head with his hands.

Cherise snarled and lifted her leg, intending to knee him on the groin again, but Hudson seemed to have predicted it and trapped her legs with his.

"Let me go," Cherise hissed at him. "This is getting old. Unhand me, Hudson!"

Hudson looked down and saw her flushed cheeks and the way her chest moved up and down, a little bit panting, no doubt feeling tired from their fight. Both of their clothes were in disarray, as did their hair from their fight.

His eyes then darted lower to her lips and felt the temptation to kiss her, a feeling he always felt whenever she was in a vulnerable position against him, especially when their bodies were in close proximity like this.

Cherise looked at Hudson, who licked his own lip, and the way his eyes started to darken. Her eyes widened, knowing what would happen next, especially when he brought one of his hands to tuck her hair behind her ear and cup her jaw while the other still pinned her wrists above her head.

"Don't you dare!" she hissed at him, but it looked like her words fell on deaf ears, and he lowered his lips to hers, devouring her with intense hunger.

Cherise struggled, but it was a futile attempt as Hudson was bigger and had more muscles than her-more powerful physically.

She bit his lips hard, but it didn't stop him, just like what happened at the elevator at the Angelworld building. He only grunted in pain, and his kiss became even more vicious.

Hudson wanted to punish her for allowing other men to touch her, for hating him, for moving on so fast, for choosing to divorce him, for cursing at him, for looking even happier after their divorce, and for all the mockery she had hauled at him.

He kept his hand on her jaw to keep her from turning her face away from him, not realizing Cherise had stopped struggling against him until he felt warm liquid dripping on it, making him jerk back, releasing Cherise's lips from his assault.