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?

in her hands. She was just about to

"What's up?"

half-open doorway, curiosity and

your face so red?

all of a sudden. Hey, about those lines of code, can I go over them

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

disappearing in a flustered rush. Forrest could only laugh and shake his head, still not

...

in an upscale

window. In the softly lit bedroom, shadows

glass, a girl curled in his lap. Mila gazed nervously out at the city, her

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

a glare. "That thing's basically see-through! I might as well not wear anything at all.

you don't want to wear

mischievous grin, deftly slipping her dress further off her

leaned down, his lips brushing gently along her

gasped, flustered and blushing, pushing him away as

"Someone could see us!"

chest, her voice

In a real relationship, a girlfriend can say no to unreasonable demands. And you-no one else does this

her righteous indignation. He

forehead, eyes smoldering with a teasing fire as he

the plush rug. Lysander followed, pinning her gently beneath him, her wrists caught above

as they traced the buttons of her dress, his lips trailing kisses down her skin—each touch sending

her shiver,

nip at her waist. His gaze burned, voice thick with desire. "Do you

unable

her close. Guiding her trembling hand to the buttons of his shirt, he helped her undo