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.

it used to be our masters when we moved here before everything went south. But even if

the scent that wraps around you whether you like

or not.

But wait....

that mean we slept

No no no no!

a shake of

stoop

bed and stand, tugging the sleeves of my sweat shirt down

The house is silent.

I descend the staircase, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wraps around

then I

like a freaking Greek

dark gray sweatshirt, sleeves

just ran his hands

Which is strange.

the moment I appear,

"Good morning."

voice is deep, low, and

pause at the last step, my fingers tightening around

for intruding. I must have been too tired and slept.

me up. Where is Rayen? We

smirks at my words and walks to the

waters, but my pride is intact. I wonder where he got

and I'll serve you breakfast." He

holding

I watch him place a cup

to hold it in to not fall

pretend to be nice when Rayen is out of reach. We're not friends, Alex. Stop acting like it." I

stills, hovering just

fades from his lips, replaced by something quieter.

I wonder if I went too

this is the man who once

everything

plate down slowly. No anger. No cold words.

didn't wake you up because... you looked

is this place so damn

had on, but obviously, they had them changed. It's been so long, but damn, did they have to get such bright

changed because you get panic attacks in the dark, and I didn't want that. Rayen

the lights

this man

from how angry

Because it's not fair.

is he being nice and starting to confuse

one who tore my world apart and

he adds,

I blink.

"You?"

He shrugs.

water." I retort.

doesn't seem affected when he

Liar!

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