Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 307

Pervert!

Beneath the loosened tie, Mila's pupils shrank to pinpricks. She barely had time to struggle before he shoved her into the locker, her back slamming hard against the metal with a deafening clang.

Her gasp of pain never made it out-his heat swallowed it whole.

His lips ground hungrily against hers, nothing like the aloof indifference they usually showed. He was searing, insistent, kissing her as if he meant to devour her.

Mila could only endure it, helpless.

He tugged her shirt up. His dry, calloused hand slid beneath the fabric, rough and searching, kneading at her skin until her breath came short and ragged, her resistance melting into something shamefully eager.

When she felt his hand moving lower, Mila snapped back to herself. Panic surged; she fought wildly, and the blindfold-a silk tie-slipped away from her eyes.

She froze.

Behind the young man pinning her, another figure stood-silent, expressionless, cold as ice. How long had he been there?

There was someone else in the room.

mind reeled—she shoved desperately at the hands roaming her body, but he only pinned her harder, lips crushing over hers to smother her voice. With nowhere else to go,

hell

fox-like eyes dark and angry. A fresh bite mark—

a shaky breath, glaring past him at Leonard, who stood motionless as if carved from

else is here!" she managed after a

glanced over his shoulder at Leonard,

Montgomery family's loyal hound-his personal shadow, bodyguard, and, if needed, the one who would die for him without hesitation. Leonard belonged to him, and followed wherever he went. There was no point in hiding things from

inevitable,

a dog,

Her shirt had nearly

Lysander's voice was cool, dismissive. "He's a dog. Just ignore him.

Mila's eyes went wide.

from Lysander-elegant, aristocratic-to Leonard, who stood unmoved, eyes blank, as if the words hadn't even registered as an insult. She just couldn't

all rich people this

isn't like this... Or maybe you have to

was just an ordinary girl. She couldn't begin

...

exit of the men's locker room. If she stayed a second longer, she'd

her, Lysander's eyes narrowed