Dear Ex Wife Please take me back by The Every Woman

Chapter 141

ATHENA

Warmth.

That's the first thing I feel.

Soft sheets. The scent of fresh linen. A deep musk lingering in the air, cedarwood and something...oddly familiar.

My brows pull together as my body stretches slowly, reluctantly, like it doesn't want to leave the comfort it's found.

Pulling the warm bed sheets closer, I throw my leg over a pillow when realization hits me like a damn train.

Wait.

My eyes shoot open.

This isn't my bed.

The ceiling is higher, the light brighter. The blankets are thicker, softer, almost cloudlike. My heart slams against my ribs.

Where the hell am I?

Did I go clubbing and leave with a stranger?

I haven't gone clubbing in years!

I sit up fast and immediately regret it. My head spins, my hair tumbling over my shoulders in a wild mess.

My son!

My gaze whips around the room, my breath catching and my heart beating faster and faster.

Then I remember.

The party. Speeches. Everyone getting together. Falling asleep on the couch with Rayen. The exhaustion. The way my body gave out before I could even argue.

Alex went up to get the keys when I decided to wait from the couch.

I must have fallen asleep.

But why didn't Alex wake me up?

His speech replays in my mind on a loop as I try to figure out why he has been behaving in such a strange way.

Is Ariana threatening him to be nice to me? Or is it another deal with Giana?

Because Alexander King is not the type of person who would say such things willingly.

But it doesn't matter because it all meant nothing anyway!

A quiet breath escapes me, and my heartbeat slowly begins to settle.

The panic fades, replaced with a different sort of unease, one that comes from being in his space.

His room. His bed.

It's strange.

Too intimate.

is his room because it used to be

scent that

or not.

But wait....

that mean

No no no no!

a shake of my

wouldn't stoop that

swing my legs over the edge of the bed and stand, tugging the sleeves of my sweat shirt down as I tiptoe

The house is silent.

freshly brewed coffee wraps around me like a hug

then I see

like a

and a dark gray sweatshirt, sleeves pushed up to his elbows,

he just ran his hands through

Which is strange.

up the moment I appear, and something shifts in

"Good morning."

voice is deep, low,

the last step,

must have been

Where is Rayen? We need to

and walks to the

my pride is intact. I wonder where he got them or who made them. Because Alex can't even

down, and I'll serve you breakfast." He

someone holding this man

him place

hold it in to

Rayen is out

hand stills, hovering

from his lips, replaced by something quieter.

second, I wonder if I went too

this is the man who once looked me in the

shattered everything I

plate down slowly. No anger. No cold words.

I didn't

is this place so

them changed. It's been so long, but damn,

attacks in the dark, and I didn't want

changed the lights

this man losing

red from

Because it's not fair.

nice and

who tore my world apart and

made the buns," he adds,

I blink.

"You?"

He shrugs.

retort. It's supposed

doesn't seem affected when he smiles while hovering with the damn

Liar!

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