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?

it would catch fire in her hands. She was just about to toss it in the trash when a voice interrupted

"What's up?"

curiosity and a hint of concern in his

so red? Are

little hungry all of a sudden. Hey, about those lines of code, can I go over them with you this

offered, "Actually, I was

Mila had already darted down the hall, disappearing in a flustered rush. Forrest could only laugh and shake his head,

...

in an upscale apartment

bedroom, shadows danced across the walls, casting a warm and intimate

the floor-to-ceiling windows, Lysander sat with his back against the glass, a girl curled in his lap. Mila gazed nervously out

at her bare shoulder. "Why aren't you wearing the slip I

nerves-immediately shot him a glare. "That thing's basically

don't want to

a mischievous grin, deftly slipping her dress further off her shoulders, exposing even more

leaned down, his lips brushing gently along

flustered and blushing, pushing him away as she stared

"Someone could see us!"

shoved at his chest, her voice trembling with

up online, you know! In a real relationship, a girlfriend can say no to unreasonable

her righteous indignation.

smoldering with a teasing fire as he leaned in

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

what you mean?" His voice was rough, his hands warm as they traced the buttons of her dress, his lips

kiss making her shiver, her eyes growing wet and

her waist. His

shook, unable

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