A One-Night Stand With Her Ex-Husband

the bar's patrons, Cynthia stumbled

r. She was soaked, unsure whether it was sweat or spilled liquor from her str

izziness hit her, overwhelmi

een stripped away, and she was left weak and o

ere definitely

ingers sluggishly gliding across the screen as she tried to

ed unwilling

m behind her, silently approaching. Before she co

g, her head heavy and clouded,

ble heat, a sensation so foreign that she i

to a soft, large bed, the bright white

re she was, but all she could see was a blurry haze, as i

t her throat was glued

in front of her, its presence overwhel

t of male pheromones flooding her senses, causing her body to

nful force, sharp agony jolting through he

pered in her ear, "I'm always right. YOU'R

to her heart lik

nting to open her mouth to argue, to tell

ed her lips were weak moans, the sound seem

ed in a harsh kiss, the burning sen

ayed her, no strength left to resist, instead

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veral sharp beams of light. Cynthia's head was pounding painful

rced by countless needles, and an achin

d, her pale arm slipping out from under the cov

e couldn't find it. Rubbing her fo

her out of the haze, as if cold

lavishly decorated but fill

place. What terrified her more was that she was completely naked,

t, her mind

r the bed and the floor, the undeniable evidence of wha

d memories of last nigh

y a stranger, and then

pressing on top of her, his hungry desire, the ki

er voice trembling with a mixture of desp

water came from the bathroom, harsh a

, making her freeze, her n

ying thoughts ta

bathroom? Was he the

e covers, scrambling out of bed, he

d for the clothes on the floor, trying to cover herself, while he

trembling fingers pressed the b

nd wasn't loud, but it felt like thunder in her ears,

e? Would this man kill h

turned to face him, but the phone slippe

pale as if all the blood had been drained from h

night, the one who had

n one hand, wrapped in a bath towel,

s flawless face radiated coldness, his eyes-g

in but exquisitely beautiful-all of it exuded an a

it all felt li

, she felt as if she were standing on the e

u

ind now. She had no courage left t

grabbed her sore wrist and slammed her against

ented cologne, mixed with the fresh smell

ice was low and hoarse, drifting i