After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

vision was hazy, and she barely had the strength to speak.

As the effects of the drug finally began to fade, Jolie lay exhausted on the bed, her body drenched in sweat. Her skin, especially across her delicate shoulder blades, bore faint marks from their encounter and her breath ragged as it brushed against her own back. Her "I... I'm fine now... you can stop," she murmured, her voice weak and broken from the strain of what had just happened.

The madness of moments before still pulsed through her, the aftershocks of it lingering in her body. She never expected that grabbing a random man for help would lead to this, nor did she expect him to have such relentless stamina.

Yet, the man behind her didn't stop. He didn't respond either. His large hands remained firmly gripped around her slender waist as if he were trying to squeeze the very breath from her.

"Stop... I told you to stop, didn't you hear me?" Jolie's anxiety spiked as he continued. What was wrong with him? They'd agreed he was only helping her through the effects of the drug, nothing more. She was fine now-he should've stopped.

She tried to push him away, but between the lingering drug and her physical exhaustion, she barely had the strength to move. Her attempt at resistance melted into weakness, and she collapsed back onto the bed.

Desperately, she turned her head, trying to catch a glimpse of the man's face.

But before she could fully make him out, her mind clouded again, like a tidal wave crashing over her fragile grasp on reality, pulling her under.

he wouldn't speak. Did he plan to continue

tired to keep going. Drawing from some small amount of experience, she tensed her body in an attempt to change the dynamic. Instantly, his grip on her waist tightened painfully, eliciting a pained groan

came to

quiet, only their strained, heavy breaths

to lift

gaze landed on

was damp with sweat, and his features, sharp and handsome, were shadowed with the remnants

whatever emotions might have lingered there. His shirt was still on, though disheveled, with only a

whispered,

him the one who had once shown interest in Selena. He was the heir of the

hit Jolie, and her

"Damn it!"

sleep with Selena's former admirer? How

meanwhile, had composed