Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 17 ~ In his arms

Chapter 17 In his arms

Athena

The plan was supposed to be simple revenge.

But now that he's here, so close to me, I'm starting to regret what I did.

I scramble to sit up, the fog of sleep clinging to me as I stammer, "I-

I'm sorry. I was just—"

I don't get to finish. His hand

snakes around my wrist as I try to move away, and in one

swift motion, I stumble forward-right

into his chest as he falls with his back on his bed and me on top of him.

Damn it!

He's warm. Solid. His arm tightens around me like a steel band.

"Let me go," I mutter, but my voice

cracks, betraying the warring emotions raging inside me.

He doesn't.

Instead, he smirks-a broken, bitter curve of his lips. "Being in a man's bed isn't exactly good manners, is it?"

I clench my jaw, my pride flaring. "It's not just any

man," I fire back. "It's my husband's.'

His laugh is deep, low, mocking, and it cuts through me.

"Husband," he repeats, rolling the word off his tongue like it's a joke.

The sound of it-the venom in his voice-stings more than I want it to.

so bad with Leah that you had

like this?" I snap, trying to twist

just chuckles, his green eyes clouded with something I

he says, his

alcohol clinging to him. "In fact, we're so perfect I can't wait to marry

knock the air from my

him off me, and storm

around

against him, trapping me.

me go!" I protest but he only holds me

been in my bed,

Sweetheart.

One word.

make me explode as my insides

glaring at him, though I can feel the heat rising to

the bare skin of

soft, too slow like he's testing my limits. "Why not?" he muses, voice a rough whisper. "Seemed to

to turn into an

slipping for a fraction of a second,

almost vulnerable-but it's gone before I can

the one in my bed," he growls. "What

shove at his chest, ignoring the way my fingers tingle against

didn't come here

remind you that you

loosens just enough for me

away, but before I can stand, his hand catches my chin, forcing me to meet

that? Because it

seep. What? We're you

between us-thick, suffocating,

my own

hate it. I hate him.

his voice, his

unravels me.

I hate that, for a

finally manage, yanking free from his

headboard, his head tilting, a

there, Sweetheart. You're the