After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

"Stop moving," Gavin growled in a low voice.

But Jolie, completely under the control of the drugs, was acting purely on instinct, seeking out what her body craved most. She didn't register his words at all. Instead of stopping, she slipped her hand inside his shirt, feeling the hard muscles of his chest. "Mm..." Jolie let out a soft sound, whether from the satisfying feel of his muscles or because the touch of his skin intensified the drug's effects, it wasn't clear.

Gavin's breathing became heavier. He couldn't stay here any longer-this drugged and irrational woman could do anything at this point, and there was no telling what she'd attempt next.

Quickly surveying his surroundings, Gavin spotted a quieter route. Without hesitation, he carried Jolie out through the back door, re-entering the villa through another entrance. He headed upstairs and slipped into the nearest empty room, laying her down on the bed. Just as he moved to leave, Jolie, still hazy and half-conscious, sensed his departure. She grabbed hold of his hanging tie. Though weak, Gavin hadn't been expecting it, and her pull brought him down to her, their noses almost touching.

Gavin's expression darkened further, his brow furrowing as he looked down at her flushed face. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

He was a man, after all-a normal man. And with a woman behaving like this, so provocatively, it was impossible not to feel something.

distance from women. He was too focused on work

been too late. She was

less bold. Her striking features were highlighted by her captivating eyes, now glazed with a hazy mist of lust and need.

reality, quickly pulling himself away, bracing himself on the bed to create distance between

Jolie mumbled, thinking she was so close to getting the relief she desperately

disso.ne and

as the drug's effects tormented her, leaving

taking a few steps back, distancing himself from her. What she needed now

out his phone, and

"Hello?"