Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

To Nicholas, Coral Villa wasn't significant at all. It was just a house, and he could give it to whoever he wanted.

Fearing I might refuse, he fastened my seatbelt. He held my shoulders, trapping me in his embrace.

I met his gaze and said calmly, "Sure."

His gaze darkened. At the same time, his palms felt like they had grown barbs, digging into my flesh with increasing pressure.

I held his gaze unyieldingly. Though I had complied, he seemed angrier. After a long while, Nicholas finally released his grip, but the pain he left didn't fade right away.

"So now that you have a penthouse, you don't care about the old villa anymore?" he demanded, pummeling me hard with his frustrated voice.

It felt as if his words had physically stabbed me.

"You saw the blueprints when we renovated Coral Villa. And when we bought the furniture, Beth even brought

a blaring horn cut through his angry voice. "And you just

of the window. "Coral Villa was our marital home, but it was also your pre-marital property. You have the

reached out and grabbed Nicholas's hand. The moment I touched

I lacked the opportunity to fondle his fingers openly back then, but

distracted, I began, "Besides, we're divorced now. It

have been pleasant, but

hand away once he frowned. He instinctively tightened his grip on me and fell silent. This was the first time in a long

parking garage had an elevator that went directly to our unit. The penthouse housed an enormous fish tank,

be the

wanted to share me around,

pressed my face against the glass and said, "I love these fish. I'll watch them for a while, and you should go get some rest. I'll treat you to