Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Beck paused in his tracks, shaking his head at the sheer audacity of some people. If she wanted to kneel, then so be it.

Stella had just escaped the torment at Jason's place, and she was barely holding on. The moment Beck's silhouette disappeared from view, she collapsed, unconscious.

Beck's team, unsure of what to do next, quickly sought his instructions. Beck, with a nonchalant shrug, directed them to take her to the hospital.

This time, Stella's illness was severe, much like the last. Her fever stubbornly refused to break, despite the doctor's numerous attempts to treat her. Beck didn't rush to send her away, though. He had a gala to attend that evening and couldn't be bothered to stay by her bedside.

Once he left, Stella picked up her phone and called Dave.

"Dave, have you gotten away from Jason yet?"

Dave, who'd been sticking around Jason just to keep tabs on Stella, had already made his quiet exit once she was no longer there.

"Can you get me a certain drug? I need it now."

As Dave listened to her request, a flicker of shock crossed his eyes.

"Stella, you can't possibly be thinking..."

Stella nodded, then realized he couldn't see her through the phone.

"Yes, I am. Beck's dead set on avoiding me, and soon I'll be wanted by a lot of

people. I just want one night with him. Is that too much to ask?"

silent on the other end,

If he finds out, we're both done

we just can't let him find out. You have the

silence, Dave made up

suit. He mingled with some business partners

to find his usual group of friends, but they were nowhere to be found. Instead, he ended up having a drink alone. Soon, he found himself

but it was impossible to fight back. Especially when a soft, fragrant

about her scent-clean, like a fresh shampoo-that he found irresistibly appealing. He hesitated, and the

had planned to say something more, but before she could,

at Beck, who leaned in and kissed

first

a kiss, and

fiercely,

hands found their way to his arms, and

surrendered to the moment.

night stretched into the early hours, ending only at six in the morning. Stella forced herself to get up, dressed quickly, ensuring she left

found Dylan sitting in the room,

headache, realized he was stark naked. Startled, he

you last night. We haven't identified the woman yet. I'll have a doctor check you out, just in

an uncommon tactic in business circles-someone gets drugged and ends up with a woman carrying a disease. Dylan didn't

he recalled flashes of the night before. To be honest, the