Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 46 ~ Can't survive without me

Rage.

I feel it as he stands behind me, and it burns hotter than the car in front of me. I'm

afraid, but i'd be lying if I didn't say I wasn't feeling better.

I don't flinch when I hear Alex curse behind me, though I feel his presence like a storm crashing into my back.

For a moment, I can't take my eyes off the flames eating his precious car, the same way he's been eating away at my soul since the day we married.

My memories have started returning, and most of them have been good until two months ago. I shouldn't blame him, though. I signed up for this.

But when he starts dictating who I can talk to and start burning my things, that's where I draw the line.

His hands are on me before I can move, spinning me around so fast I almost stumble.

"Why did you do that, Athena?" He asks, his eyes dancing in fury.

I tilt my head, offering him a sweet, cold smile that doesn't reach my eyes. " Can you take a lucky guess?"

His jaw tightens so hard I swear I hear his teeth grind. His hand snakes around my throat as he steps forward while I step backward until my back hits the wall, pinning me between it and this bastard.

"I could snap you in half." He growls.

"Don't let me rain on your parade." I snap back.

His hand is not hard enough to hurt, but it's hard enough to keep me in place.

His scent, dark and musky, hits me hard, wrapping around me as his chest rises and falls, his breathing ragged like he's fighting himself.

"Tell me Athena," He brushes his hand on my cheek, and I shudder, "Did you enjoy seeing my car burn to ashes?" he whispers in my ear with his face close enough that his minty breath dances over my skin.

I swallow.

bite out, impressed

and now we're chest to chest. It's only now when I notice that he's barefoot, shirtless, and only wearing his sweats and man. I've never been so turned on by feet

be perfect about his body. Maybe that's why

that car. And you won't like

it's from fear or from how

having any come back, I pock at him instead, "Never knew I'd see the day when the clean freak would

If only realizing what he'd done when a sick smile stretches his face, "Will you look at that, Athena

Dawson, and

Athena isn't only a

bobs as I swallow,

mind," I

still twisting his lips, but there's a flicker of something darker in his gaze,

murmurs, leaning in until his nose brushes against mine, and

my throat to my jaw, tilting my head up to him,

face away, but he tightens his

out, "So you can be

get to finish the sentence when he steps into me.

on top of my head

say a

those dark, furious eyes, like he's

knee presses harder

I hate the way my body reacts,

But I don't.

give him that

him, breathing heavily, my

to my lips, lingering there, but he doesn't kiss

leans in until his lips nearly brush mine, until I can feel the warmth of his breath, but when I try to pul away, he moves with

loud that I

doesn't

smirking when I

divorce?" he murmurs, his voice low, hard enough