The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 135

Chapter 135: Wash Me Off Her Skin-1

Sean INV

I stepped out of the lavatory, the faint hum of the jet's engines buzzing in my ears like a

swarm of

angry

My shit ching to my chest, damp and wrinkled from where Angela d pressed herself against me whether she'd meant to or not.

i van a hand through my hair, trying to shake off the heat still coursing through me, the memory of her trembling under my touch. the way her breath had hitched despite all her protests,

My cheek stung where she'd slapped me, a sharp reminder of how test things had spiraled out of control.

As I moved back into the cabin, Thomas glanced up from his disheveled state- shirt untucked, collar askew, halt a mess,

the window. His eyes widened for a sp

second, taking

surprise in his expression, but then it was gone, replaced by that cool, collected

arms, and I could practically hear the gears turning in his head. "You alright, Sean?" he asked, his tone casual but laced with something

jaw tightening. "No," I snapped, sharper than meant

hands in mock surrender, that damn smirk still playing on

Just trying to

anything else-didn't need to The way he chuckled under his breath told me he'd already figured out

own seat and staring out at the dark sky beyond the window, trying to shove down the tangle of frustration and need still clawing

me.

door clicked open again. Angela emerged, her blouse buttoned up tight to her throat, her hair smoothed

I'd felt her unraveling just moments ago-her body had given her away, no matter how much she wanted to deny

stops

leaned forward, resting my elbows on my

hour till we land," I said, keeping my voice steady, testing

could erase me from the

back ramrod straight, staring ahead

When I'd kissed her, she'd kissed

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135: Wash Me Off