The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Your Dress Is Wet

Angola POV

I was acutely aware of Thomas discreetly retreating to the front of cabin. My chooks burned with indignation and something else I refused to acknowledge.

Before I could respond, Sean's hand shot out, catching my wrist. In pulled me toward him. His lips covered mise, his tongue sweeping in

fluid motion, he placed a small white pill on my tongue and my mouth to reclaim

the pill.

"Mmph-you're insane! I struggled against him, but his grip somnirjid firm.

"Shh," he

he murmured against my lips. "This way mise of the medicines wastedd."

I felt the exact moment he recovered the pill, his tongue skillfully retrieving it before he pulled away and swallowed. The entire episode lasted seconds, but it left me breathless and furious.

Sean smirked, satisfaction evident in his expression.

1 turned away sharply, Teturning to my seat without another word.

My lips still tingled from Sean's unexpected kiss-that familiar sensation I'd spent five years trying to forget.

Settling into the plush leather seat, 1 pretended to close my eyes for rest, though sleep was the furthest thing

from my

mind.

in the slight curve of his lips. Even now, after everything, he could read me too well. He

then caught myself and quickly dropped my hand. The taste of him lingered-a ghost from my past that refused to be exorcised. I focused on my breathing, trying to calm the rapid beating of my heart while cursing my

weakness.

Five years of building a new life, of raising our children alone, of carefully constructing walls around

rest, Sean's voice broke through my thoughts. It's still a

him. If he thought that little performance had changed

a violent movement that made my eyes nap open. The seatbelt sign illuminated with an urgent ping as the aircraft began to shake. Only then did I realize I hadn't fastened my seatbelt

and gentlemen," the pilot's voice came through the speaker,

to your seats and

violent shake sent the plane dropping. I gasped, my hands gripping the armrests as I felt myself lifting from the seat. In that moment of weightlessness and panic, Sean's arma shot out, pulling

he commanded, his voice low and steady in my ear as he secured me firmly against his

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Your Dress

Violently, my body pressed tightly against Sean's. I could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the tension in his

mude me feel safe.

to keep

replied, his breath warm against my temple.

ago-one of his many hobbies that he'd pursued

violent shaking continued, and I found myself instinctively pressing closer to him, soeking the security his body

murmured, and despite everything

As the seatbelt

that I noticed the disaster. During the turbulence, a glass of water that had been resting on my tray table had completely overturned, soaking the front of my silk dress. The pale blue fabric now clung to my skin,

to find his eyes fixed on me, or more specifically, on the now- transparent fabric adhering to my curves. His gaze was dark and heated, traveling slowly across my body with