The Divorced Heiress’s Revenge

Those sweet nothings that Bella once dreamed of hearing were now a constant reality.

Now, Justin wrapped himself around her day and night, chattering in her ear like a mosquito. To the point where she almost grew tired of it.

Yet, every time he drew close, touched her, and kissed her, her mind lit up like fireworks. Her emotions stirred beyond control as she allowed him to tease and tempt her.

As for her love for him, she did not need to express them in words.

It was all there in her reactions. Her face flushed, her heart raced, or her body yielded to his touch. That said everything.

Bella tried to regain her composure from his overwhelming kisses, playfully grabbed his tie, and teased. "Justin, you used to be so serious. Why do you always look like you're a dog in heat now?" She paused, realizing that might be too harsh to say out loud.

Even if it was true, it was not nice to say it out loud. It was better to spare him some dignity.

However, Justin's breathing grew heavier, a thick desire simmering in his eyes as he caressed the nape of her neck, his forehead resting against her smooth brow.

"Bella, I'm a dog in heat for you."

as she playfully poked

bit gently at her tender, reddened lips. "Today is a

make out with you

quickly changing the subject. "By the way, why aren't the Hoffmans here today?

still dealing with the aftermath of Zoe's scandal. They've been in the spotlight for all the wrong reasons lately, and showing up now might spark

they're aware of that

cheek, the sensation tickling slightly. "Ryan previously mentioned that he despises these events. He'd rather be at home cuddling his lovely wife than watching these doddering old men here. I quite

tightly these past few days that I wake up feeling sticky

like a rabbit escaping from its burrow, declaring. "We're sleeping in

sudden emptiness in his arms. Upon hearing the mention of sleeping in separate

a knock on the door

the car window to

arrangements inside

your hard