Billionaire’s Ex-wife : Craving You

Chapter 13

RAVEL

Hazel looks as beautiful as ever. I may have pulled her out of my life, but that doesn’t deter the fact that she’s a very beautiful woman; always has been. “Hello, Hazel.” The moment I called out her name, her fingers clenched tightly on the stem of her champagne flute. “It’s nice to see you again.”

Lifting her gaze, she smiled at me, the wrinkles that form at the corner of her eyes any time she smiles, clearly missing. “I wish I could say the same, Mr. Southwark.”

My jaw clenched at her formality. “What happened to Rav?” I’m used to hearing her call me that.

Tilting her head, she blinked slowly at me, as if bored by my presence. “That seems rather unprofessional, don’t you think so Mr. Southwark?”

The young man seated next to her placed his hand on hers and my eyes followed the movement. “If you feel comfortable calling me that, then it’s fine.” Flagging down a waitress, I picked up two champagne flutes and passed one to June, who muttered appreciation. Leaning back, my hand leisurely relaxed on June’s seat. “Congratulations on your nomination Hazel.”

She smiled tightly yet again. “Thank you, Mr. Southwark.” The other young lady whispered something to her before walking away. “And please, I’d appreciate it if you call me Ms. Blacks.” She stared at me intently, “Only family and friends are allowed to call me by my first name, and you’re neither of those.”

Chuckling, I bit my inner cheek. “I was once your family Hazel,” I’ll be caught dead before I refer to her by her father’s name, “Doesn’t that count for something?”

“No, it doesn’t.” She deadpanned, her expression relaxed, “Do not insult your date by insinuating such.”

My date? I turned to June and smiled at her. “I’m not being disrespectful and she knows that.” If anything, I’m only trying to have a civil conversation. “We’re stuck on the same table the whole night, don’t you think it’s only right that we pipe down the aggression?”

“Aggression?” Hazel let out a short mocking laugh. “Correct me if I’m wrong Mr. Southwark, but I haven’t snapped at you even once ever since you occupied that seat.” Twirling the content of her glass, her lips stretched into a smile. “If you think I’m being aggressive, then you need to check your conscience, Mr. Southwark.”

picked up Hazel’s purse. The young man stood to his feet and helped Hazel up. My eyes slowly frisk her body, starting from the swell of her breast, down to her hips, and when it settled on the ridiculously high slit, my jaw

cleared, snapping me out of my thought. I almost chuckled at being caught ogling. “I was about to tell you that my eyes are up

still locked in place, I placed my

of the animal you were two years ago.” She leered at June, “Even though I shouldn’t, I can’t help but feel sorry for the woman

me Hazel, I’m living a better life than

She grabbed the trail of her dress and turned to leave, and for a moment, it felt like

for a moment and shook her head with bitter disappointment before walking away. I had a lot I wanted to say to her,

me.

away

from

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text message from a very familiar number. I gritted my jaw

June waited for

scanned the crowd, a futile attempt to find anything or anyone that might

on mine. “I’m glad everything is fine. For a moment,

into

woman you love, then I’m happy.” She leaned forward and placed her head on my arm.

.

love teasing people or did she just assume that? Suddenly sensing a growing headache, I massaged

the room to find Hazel. The few times I found her engrossed in her phones, I smiled, and the other times I find her holding that man’s hand, I felt like going across the room and flinging him. out through

“We need you on the stage. It’s time to present the awards.” Thankful