After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

"You..."

Jolie was stunned, completely taken aback that her unintentional actions had been twisted into something so outrageous by him.

"No, that's not true! I wasn't..." She shook her head furiously, desperately denying the accusations.

Gavin's eyes bore into hers, his gaze intense and unreadable. His large hand still rested on her bare waist, the occasional movement of his fingers causing her body to tense.

The unfamiliar sensation sent a strange shiver through her an unfamiliar and unnerving response. She tried her best to suppress the fluttering feeling, remaining perfectly still, afraid to make any sudden moves.

His voice, calm and detached, broke the silence. "If that's the case, why did you say those things? Weren't you testing whether I see you as Selena's substitute?"

Jolie froze.

Her thoughts, her intentions-everything had been laid bare. The stark embarrassment of having her ploy exposed washed over her like a tidal wave.

She wasn't a match for him. That much was painfully clear.

do now? How could she

His sharp nose brushed against hers, their breaths mingling in the narrowing space between them. Pinned beneath him, Jolie found herself

and fell rapidly. The softness of her body pressed against the hard contours of his, and the overwhelming pressure of his

no one else. But that was only after we got inside those other things you mentioned weren't intentional. You misunderstood me, please don't think of me that way!" Her eyes, wide with

to seduce him-far

gaze had fallen to her lips-soft, plump, and inviting, like a flower in full bloom or a ripe cherry ready to be plucked.

a low, steady voice, "What's the difference between

"I..."

to argue, but before she could say another word, his lips

overpowering as he

delicate skin, feeling the shivers coursing through her. Even her softness seemed to tremble under his

searching for a moment to speak, but

It was infuriating.

He was dominating.