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?

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

"What's up?"

in the half-open doorway, curiosity and

red? Are

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

then offered, "Actually, I was just heading

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

...

an upscale

shimmered beyond the window. In the softly lit bedroom,

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

mood, bit lightly at her bare shoulder.

with nerves-immediately shot him a glare. "That thing's basically see-through! I might as well not wear

you don't want

mischievous grin, deftly slipping her dress further off her shoulders, exposing

his lips brushing gently along her

him away as she stared anxiously at the glowing city beyond the

"Someone could see us!"

shoved at his chest, her voice trembling with

say

by her righteous

hair away from his forehead, eyes smoldering with a

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

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 her

her shiver, her eyes growing wet

Lysander murmured, dipping down to nip at her waist. His

unable to

rush her. He sat up and 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, muscled lines of