All Chapters of Divorced, But Taken By My Ex’s Uncle For Revenge: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The moment my lips touches Nathaniel’s own tentative, like I’m testing something I already know I shouldn’t, time freezes. And none of us move. Nathaniel doesn’t give himself the luxury of breathing or even blinking his eyes, but I feel when his hand comes to my waist immediately, tightening. I shiver. Before I can take that as an opportunity to move my lips, he kisses me back, and I feel my heart skyrocket. He doesn’t do it in the fast, unhinged way he usually does. No, this kiss is slow and deep, like he’s trying not to. And when his other hand slides up my neck, his fingers brushing against my damp hair before settling against my jaw lightly, a soft sound almost escapes me. God. This is the first time we’re actually kissing like this. Not the sexual, desperate ones we have, and definitely not mouths brushing between arguments and anger and tangled sheets. This is an actual kiss. And the realization makes my chest tighten even more. Nathaniel tilts his head slightly, d

I see it in the way Nathaniel’s nostrils flare that my words have hit somewhere deep inside me. And just when I open my mouth to speak, he lifts me so suddenly that I gasp softly, instinctively wrapping my legs around his waist as he turns, walks out of the closet without even closing the door, and carries me toward the bed. Every kiss after that feels slower. It’s feels hotter and more intimate, our lips molding against each other’s tongues dancing between each others, like neither of us knows how to handle this version of each other. By the time he lays me down against the mattress, my entire body feels feverish and my heart is racing so hard in my chest, I can even hear it. Nathaniel is hovering over me, breathing unevenly, and I shiver when his hand brushes my cheek. I wrap an arm around his neck, trying to pull him in for another kiss, but then, he resists, hesitation flashing in his eyes. Real hesitation, it seems like this suddenly matters too much to him as much as t

I wake up slowly to the feeling of warmth enveloping me. The next thing I feel after that is the weight of an arm around my waist from behind me beneath the blanket, and I have to blink through my disorientation before I remember where I am. And that’s when the memories from last night begin to play in my mind at once. I remember having sex with Nathaniel after he apologized, I remember bursting into tears, I remember confessing what I felt, and lastly, I remember how gently he’d handled me after that. At the thought, heat crawls up my neck, and I close my eyes for what feels like forever. When I open them again, I remain still where I am, staring at the soft morning light slipping into the bedroom through the curtains while Nathaniel’s chest rises and falls slowly against my back. We slept like this. Actually slept like this. Together. The realization sends a strange warmth to my chest down to my stomach, and I will it away, then turn carefully to glance over my shoulder.

As a man who loves to thrive on silence, the house feels too quiet to me after Elara leaves. And I don’t even realize I’m still standing near the window overlooking the driveway of the building until I hear the soft sound of footsteps behind me. Theo speaks before I can turn. “She forgot her sunglasses.” I glance down just as he steps beside me. He’s holding a pair of black sunglasses loosely in one of his hands while staring outside the window where Elara’s car just disappeared moments ago. “Maybe we should take it to her, then?” I ask, taking the sunglasses from him. I walk inside the living room and then place them on the table in the middle of the room, just as Theo speaks again. “Nope,” he says, his voice sounding closer. “That place mummy went to was very boring. I wouldn’t want to go there.” A chuckle almost escapes me at the innocence of his words, and I turn to face him, raising a brow. “Can I have ice cream?” He asks before I can even say anything. T

My meeting with Laurent is over.The elevator doors slide open with a soft ding, and Laurent steps out first while I follow beside him through the quiet hallway of the law firm.The sound of my heels clicking against the floors is audible in the quiet area, but that’s not what’s on my mind right now since everything feels strangely heavy today. Not like it doesn’t, on other days. On the good side, though, The independent DNA verification process has been approved by the court and is officially moving forward. Once the real results are out, there’d be no more assumptions, private suspicions whispered behind closed doors, and soon, there’d either be proof that changes my entire life or one that I’ve possibly destroyed my relationship and trust in my mother for nothing. I don't know which possibility scares me more."You'll hear from the court-appointed specialist within the next few days," Laurent’s voice breaks through my thought when he finally speaks as we approach the lobby. "Unt