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?

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

"What's up?"

doorway, curiosity and a hint of concern in his

red? Are you

sweating bullets. “I, um, just got a little hungry all of a sudden. Hey, about those lines of code, can I go over them with you this

Forrest replied gently. He hesitated, then offered, "Actually, I

darted down the hall, disappearing in a flustered rush. Forrest

...

upscale apartment just outside Northpoint

softly lit bedroom, shadows danced across the walls, casting

in his lap.

distracted mood, bit lightly at her bare shoulder.

it, Mila-who'd been tense with nerves-immediately shot him a glare. "That thing's basically see-through! I might as well

you don't want to

off her shoulders,

leaned down, his lips brushing

and blushing, pushing him away as she

"Someone could see us!"

chest, her voice trembling

a girlfriend can say no to unreasonable demands.

Lysander interrupted, amused by her righteous indignation.

swept his hair away from his forehead, eyes smoldering with a

Lysander followed, pinning

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

trembled, every kiss making her shiver,

down to nip at her waist. His

shook, unable to

pulled Mila into his lap, holding her close. Guiding her trembling hand to the buttons of his shirt, he helped her undo them one by one, revealing the taut,