Attracted By My Ex-wife

"So, I've changed into my pajamas," she said quietly. "Can you leave now?"

Anne's face was painted red in shame as she couldn’t bear to get a glimpse at Kevin's face. Just the thought of changing her clothes in front of him felt intensely awkward for Anne.

Raising his dashing brows, Kevin grinned sardonically at Anne. He said, "Did I say anything about leaving after you changed your clothes?" He studied her body language like a painting for a moment. He could not see through what was running around her mind other than her persistent desire to shoo him away.

She was like a time-lapse of night and day. One moment she was warm like the eternal sunshine, then in a snap, she would be unemotionally hollow as a starless night with a freezing gale of cold, yet he was eager to stay in this swinging mood of hers.

"Then, what do you want?" Anne heaved a helpless sigh, and said. "I'm tired and I need to rest." It was Anne's turn to consider Kevin statuesque figure. Tonight, he was incredibly handsome and charming, but his expression seemed like he craved to abduct her for the rest of her life.

What was wrong with this man? Why was he suddenly everywhere? And now, it was apparent that she couldn't even stay away from him in the safety of her room.

"I'm exhausted too," he quipped. "Let's rest together!" He strode towards Anne step by step with a mischievous smile playing at the corners of his mouth. The look in his eyes became more and more rampant as he leisurely loomed towards her.

Seeing the hint of manic in his nearing obsidian pupils, Anne felt a sudden rush of panic creeping inside her skin. Was he the type of man to break his word as if he never said it?

"Don't come any closer!" she said as she took a few anxious steps back. "You said you wouldn't touch me. You can't break your promise!"

She watched him as he froze in hesitation for a split second before he shrugged the thought and continued to draw himself closer. She started to feel the pressure of the seeming wall of fright crushing her into a corner. If this man was planning to do something to her, there was no way she'd be able to stop him.

"Why are you so afraid of me, Anne?" he soothed. "If I say I'm not going to touch you, I'm not going to touch you. I just want to sleep with you!"

Kevin was frustrated at Anne's petty avoidance of him. He wasn't used to women being such a pain in the neck. He usually had a way to lasso women into his arms. ‘Don’t worry, I’m not a monster. I don’t intend to bite… Unless you want me to,’ he pondered wistfully to himself.

"What are you doing stepping far away? Just get over here and take off my clothes!" he demanded domineeringly.

Kevin grew impatient at the thought of her putting up such a fight, but the more this stubborn woman avoided his claws, the more he grew eager to get her.

'Take off his clothes? Did he just ask me to undress him?' Anne thought. She couldn't believe what she just heard. He was being inappropriately blunt. Did he just forget that he said he wouldn't touch her?

Anne felt severely mortified. She prayed to the gods that this man would just turn around and leave her in her solitude. What did he want with her anyway? He was a goldenrod that could reel in any other girl he wanted.

Whenever his presence shrouded her, she could barely breathe. Her mindset was locked in fear that he would force himself on her.

"Don’t make me repeat myself, or the promise I have just made will be revoked!"

'Damn it! If she won’t come over any sooner, I would have sex with her right here and then. I know I said that I wouldn't touch her, but her hesitation makes me want to teach her a lesson,' he argued with himself.

"You have your personal bedroom. So, why do you want to sleep in mine?" she asked.

of hers, but he insisted on huddling in her small chamber.

like it here," he said. "It's

corners of the room as Anne was left

Anne to remind her that he

I'll take it off for you!" Anne nagged in impatience and walked towards him,

more buttons she unfurled, the more his slim fit polo shirt revealed

his chest and abdomen were firm and taut. She

marveled at how amazing he looked from the tip of his toes to the ends of his slick-back hair. She never looked at

to feeling embarrassed, and finally, to be tickled with interest. A sly grin crept up his face as he lowered his head and

growl and seductive. She felt his warm breath swirl her face which

her composure, but the scrutinizing stare on his face showed

gaze at Kevin's face again. She couldn't afford to give away any more hints than she already

face. I've seen it before," he proudly disputed. "Anne, you don't need to feel embarrassed. I will

her to her limit. She was so cute when she was shy and

how to deal with his cockiness anymore. She was afraid that he would say something even more explicit, and her ears had

bed as he felt more confident again. He knew he was seeping

revealed in a curled-up position as she felt uncomfortably naked. Kevin lay beside Anne and squeezed her tightly

wanted was to be smooched in the mighty caress of

There was no way she would be able to sleep like this. And a part of her was cautiously afraid that if she continued to allow him to hold her like this, she would step directly into his snare like the many foolish others that she had seen fall for

moving, I can't

and plumped slender figure. He was trying his best to be on his best behavior, but the way she wriggled in his arms just

an armadillo. She became so terrified that she didn't dare make any movement at

relax a little bit, but Anne was going nuts to get out of

go back to your room now? I'm not used to being held like this. I prefer

her bed, insisting on cuddling her like this. It was incredibly unsettling especially since it was the man that she loved and hated vigorously

I'll sleep with you until you

a

so she froze like a deer in the headlights, but deep down, she felt

of thing. Could you please let me go a little?" Her body continued to become rigid as she was getting more

Kevin's voice was still cocky and commanding, but there was a hint of displeasure in his tonality when he said

more, but before she could even start her sentence,

and menacing this time which made her feel that he might forcefully pry himself on her if she didn't watch her

her tongue and speak nothing. She didn't want

endure the discomfort of being wrapped like a present by this big hunk of a man who had no business being

capable of something rash. And she wasn't prepared to deal with the consequences if he did decide