Semua Bab Divorced My CEO Husband, He Came Begging: Bab 201 - Bab 210

The buzz of my phone dragged me from sleep like being pulled from deep water—disorienting, unwelcome. I fumbled for it in the darkness, squinting at the screen. Marcus. The brightness made me wince. "Yeah?" My voice came out rough with sleep. Maya stirred beside me but didn't wake. "Hope I didn't wake you, boss." Marcus didn't sound sorry at all. I checked the time: 4:23 AM. Christ. "Why won't you let me sleep?" I groaned, shifting to sit up without disturbing Maya. "It's the middle of the night." "I'll be sure to check your schedule next time," Marcus replied, the eye-roll audible in his voice. "Want me to call back at a more convenient hour?" I dragged a hand down my face, feeling the stubble that had grown since yesterday morning. "You took your time." "Target wasn't exactly easy. Careful guy, your friend Julian." That got my attention. I was fully awake now, slipping out of bed and padding toward the bathroom. "But you got something?" "I managed." There was a hint of pride

Time froze. The door swung open before I could react, revealing Sarah standing in the doorway, hair mussed from travel, still in the same clothes she'd worn yesterday when I'd video called her from Paris."Alex? Did you put someone in my... Oh!"Her mouth dropped open, eyes going wide as she took in the scene—Maya and me, half-dressed, frozen mid-thrust, the obvious sounds and smells of sex still hanging in the air. The shock on her face might have been comical if it weren't happening to me.Maya made a small, strangled sound and tried to pull away, but my dick was still buried deep inside her, though rapidly going soft. Her pussy clenched around me in panic rather than pleasure, her whole body tensing like she'd been electrocuted."Jesus Christ, Sarah!" I grabbed

I watched Alex disappear into the bathroom, his ass flexing as he walked. The sound of the shower running snapped me back to reality. I was still sitting on the edge of his bed, half-aroused, totally embarrassed, and completely lost on what to do next.I sighed, shaking my head to clear the Alex-shaped fog from my brain. This—whatever this was between us—was getting comfortable. Too comfortable, maybe. The way he just stripped naked in front of me without hesitation. The casual intimacy of watching him rub product on his face. The fact that I was still sitting in his bedroom instead of hiding under the covers or making a run for it.Was it okay to get used to this? This new normal where I woke up in his bed, where he touched me like he knew exactly what my body needed, where he could just exist naked in my presence without it being a whole production.I rubbed my eyes hard, trying to ease the tension that had settled at the base of my skull. What time was it even? My phone wasn't in m

His fingers traced the curve of my ribs, my waist, my hips, leaving trails of soap and goosebumps in their wake. Every touch was careful, precise, like he was cataloging each response, learning my body in a new way."You have the most incredible skin," he murmured, his voice almost drowned out by the shower.I swallowed hard, fighting the urge to press against him, to demand more direct contact. But something in me wanted to see where this was going, to let him maintain control of whatever game we were playing.He reached for another bottle—shampoo, apparently—and gestured for me to tilt my head back into the spray. I complied, closing my eyes as water sluiced over my hair.His fingers worked through the strands, massaging my scalp with just the right amount

 Maya Olivia's eyes locked with Alex's, and something passed between them that I couldn't read. The kitchen went completely silent. Even Sarah stopped fidgeting with the food. Then Olivia's lips curved into a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "With all due respect, Mr. Thorne," she said, her voice professional despite the rasp, "I believe your sister's apartment falls outside Thorne Designs' corporate jurisdiction." A beat passed. Then Alex laughed, the tension dissolving instantly. "Touché." He nodded, looking more impressed than offended. "Though technically, it's my apartment." "Technically," Sarah piped in, "it's our parents' apartment that they let you use because they hate t