Who's Crying Now, Ex-Husband?

Chapter 311

Forrest?

What's wrong with Forrest?

Mila was completely at a loss, her confusion only growing. Ever since that incident

in the men's locker room, she'd been wary-maybe even a little disgusted-by Leonard, and now this cryptic message just made her even more uneasy.

What kind of game is he playing now?

Forrest was the project lead-she was just a junior who still needed his guidance. How was she supposed to "stay away"? Was she supposed to quit? Since when was that an option?

It was all so bizarre.

"What do you want?" Mila asked coolly, making it clear she wasn't in the mood for small talk.

Leonard, noticing her annoyance, didn't linger. He handed her a paper bag. "The boss asked me to give this to you. He'll pick you up tonight."

With that, he turned and left.

Mila frowned, perplexed. She tugged open the bag and instantly felt her face burn.

Inside was a nearly transparent white slip, dusted with tiny rhinestones. The fabric was so thin and soft, it would barely hide anything at all.

Disgusting. Was this man capable of thinking about anything else?

It had been nearly a month since their contract relationship started. If Lysander was bored, she sure couldn't tell-his "creativity" only seemed to multiply. He'd gone from awkward and reserved to coming up with new tricks every week.

Miranda's advice-was it really trustworthy?

bag, wishing it would catch fire in her hands. She was just about

"What's up?"

and a hint of concern in

so red? Are

tighter, sweating bullets. “I, um, just got a little hungry all of a sudden. Hey,

replied gently. He hesitated, then offered, "Actually, I was just heading to the cafeteria-maybe

flustered rush.

...

night, in an upscale apartment

shimmered beyond the window. In the softly lit bedroom, shadows danced across

back against the glass, a girl curled in his

at her distracted mood, bit lightly at her bare shoulder. "Why aren't you wearing the

"That thing's basically see-through! I might as well

you don't want to

her dress further off her shoulders, exposing even

lips brushing

him away as she stared anxiously at

"Someone could see us!"

at his chest, her voice trembling

a real relationship, a girlfriend can say no to

by her righteous indignation. He found her determination

his hair away from his forehead, eyes smoldering with a teasing fire as

body landing on the plush rug. Lysander followed, pinning her gently

voice was rough, his hands warm as they traced the buttons of her dress, his lips trailing kisses down her skin—each

making her shiver, her eyes growing

her waist. His gaze burned, voice

shook, unable

sat up and pulled Mila into his lap, holding her close. Guiding her trembling hand to the buttons of