Attracted By My Ex-wife

Chapter 102 I Just Want To Sleep With You

"So, I've changed into my pajamas," she said quietly. "Can you leave now?"

Anne's face was painted red in shame as she couldn’t bear to get a glimpse at Kevin's face. Just the thought of changing her clothes in front of him felt intensely awkward for Anne.

Raising his dashing brows, Kevin grinned sardonically at Anne. He said, "Did I say anything about leaving after you changed your clothes?" He studied her body language like a painting for a moment. He could not see through what was running around her mind other than her persistent desire to shoo him away.

She was like a time-lapse of night and day. One moment she was warm like the eternal sunshine, then in a snap, she would be unemotionally hollow as a starless night with a freezing gale of cold, yet he was eager to stay in this swinging mood of hers.

"Then, what do you want?" Anne heaved a helpless sigh, and said. "I'm tired and I need to rest." It was Anne's turn to consider Kevin statuesque figure. Tonight, he was incredibly handsome and charming, but his expression seemed like he craved to abduct her for the rest of her life.

What was wrong with this man? Why was he suddenly everywhere? And now, it was apparent that she couldn't even stay away from him in the safety of her room.

"I'm exhausted too," he quipped. "Let's rest together!" He strode towards Anne step by step with a mischievous smile playing at the corners of his mouth. The look in his eyes became more and more rampant as he leisurely loomed towards her.

Seeing the hint of manic in his nearing obsidian pupils, Anne felt a sudden rush of panic creeping inside her skin. Was he the type of man to break his word as if he never said it?

"Don't come any closer!" she said as she took a few anxious steps back. "You said you wouldn't touch me. You can't break your promise!"

She watched him as he froze in hesitation for a split second before he shrugged the thought and continued to draw himself closer. She started to feel the pressure of the seeming wall of fright crushing her into a corner. If this man was planning to do something to her, there was no way she'd be able to stop him.

"Why are you so afraid of me, Anne?" he soothed. "If I say I'm not going to touch you, I'm not going to touch you. I just want to sleep with you!"

Kevin was frustrated at Anne's petty avoidance of him. He wasn't used to women being such a pain in the neck. He usually had a way to lasso women into his arms. ‘Don’t worry, I’m not a monster. I don’t intend to bite… Unless you want me to,’ he pondered wistfully to himself.

"What are you doing stepping far away? Just get over here and take off my clothes!" he demanded domineeringly.

Kevin grew impatient at the thought of her putting up such a fight, but the more this stubborn woman avoided his claws, the more he grew eager to get her.

'Take off his clothes? Did he just ask me to undress him?' Anne thought. She couldn't believe what she just heard. He was being inappropriately blunt. Did he just forget that he said he wouldn't touch her?

Anne felt severely mortified. She prayed to the gods that this man would just turn around and leave her in her solitude. What did he want with her anyway? He was a goldenrod that could reel in any other girl he wanted.

Whenever his presence shrouded her, she could barely breathe. Her mindset was locked in fear that he would force himself on her.

"Don’t make me repeat myself, or the promise I have just made will be revoked!"

'Damn it! If she won’t come over any sooner, I would have sex with her right here and then. I know I said that I wouldn't touch her, but her hesitation makes me want to teach her a lesson,' he argued with himself. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

"You have your personal bedroom. So, why do you want to sleep in mine?" she asked.

His room was double the size of hers, but he insisted on huddling in her small chamber. She found it difficult to guess what was going on in his outlandish mind.

"I like it here," he said. "It's cozy."

Silence filled the four corners of the room as Anne was left with a blank cognizance.

"Come here quickly. Don't test my patience!" Kevin continued to stride towards Anne to remind her that he was starting to run out of patience.

"Alright, alright. I'll take it off for you!" Anne nagged in impatience and walked towards him, fearing the possibility of rattling this man to the brink of an explosion.

Standing in front of him, Anne tentatively began unbuttoning his shirt. The more buttons she unfurled, the more his slim fit polo shirt revealed his amazing anatomy.

His feverish skin had a warm ivory tone, and his chest and abdomen were firm and taut. She could feel the brawn that sprawled beneath his lean and sinewy muscles.

As Anne removed the draping shirt and began to unfasten his pants, she marveled at how amazing he looked from the tip of his toes to the ends of his slick-back hair. She never looked at men from a sexual standpoint because she didn't bother noticing them at all, but Kevin was oozing with sexiness. Her cheeks began to blush into a rosy red color.

Kevin watched as her expression transformed from being reluctant to feeling embarrassed, and finally, to be tickled with interest. A sly grin crept up his face as he lowered his head and whispered in her ear,

"What? Are you enchanted by me? If you change your mind, I can help you," he teased. His voice was a husky growl and seductive. She felt his warm breath swirl her face which made her cheeks blossomed crimson as she wondered whether he could tell the intensity rising in her body.

"What are you talking about? What makes you think I'd be enchanted by you?" Anne tried to maintain her composure, but the scrutinizing stare on his face showed her that he knew exactly what she had been feeling.

Ashamed, Anne turned her head away and didn't dare to gaze at Kevin's face again. She couldn't afford to give away any more hints than she already had.

"Oh, you’re not? Then why were you staring at me like I’m a starving carnivore? I know that look on a woman's face. I've seen it before," he proudly disputed. "Anne, you don't need to feel embarrassed. I will give it to you as long as you want."

The look on her face made Kevin want to tease her to her limit. She was so cute when she was shy and defiant.

"I don't know what you are talking about, but I'm going to bed," she said in a hurry. She didn't know how to deal with his cockiness anymore. She was afraid that he would say something even more explicit, and her ears had certainly had their fill of his full-frontal words. She quickly jumped in her little bed and buried herself under the protection of her quilt.

Raising his intrigued eyebrows, Kevin walked towards the bed as he felt more confident again. He knew he was seeping into her erotic interests.

Pulling back the quilt with brute force, she was revealed in a curled-up position as she felt uncomfortably naked. Kevin lay beside Anne and squeezed her tightly in his embrace.

Feeling the encapsulating warmth of his body, Anne stiffened up, and her heart began to race wildly. Once upon a time, all this princess ever wanted was to be smooched in the mighty caress of Kevin. And now that it was finally happening, she begged nothing but to be free from his cage-like grip.

Anne tried to squirm a bit to loosen his hold on her. This was ridiculous. There was no way she would be able to sleep like this. And a part of her was cautiously afraid that if she continued to allow him to hold her like this, she would step directly into his snare like the many foolish others that she had seen fall for it.

"Don't move around so much, Anne. If you keep moving, I can't guarantee that I won't do anything to you."

He maintained his hold around her soft and plumped slender figure. He was trying his best to be on his best behavior, but the way she wriggled in his arms just sent his passionate drive rocketing into the sky.

Hearing those words, Anne solidified again like an armadillo. She became so terrified that she didn't dare make any movement at all.

After spending a few moments of extreme spooning, Kevin seemed to relax a little bit, but Anne was going nuts to get out of this situation. How could she even close her eyes when he was holding her in this disturbingly spicy position?

"Kevin, can you go back to your room now? I'm not used to being held like this. I prefer sleeping alone."

She had been snoozing with her solitude in her room since the first day. And tonight, suddenly, there was a man in her bed, insisting on cuddling her like this. It was incredibly unsettling especially since it was the man that she loved and hated vigorously at the same time.

"Then I'll sleep with you until you get used to it," he said stubbornly.

He tightened his clutch around her a little bit, making her unable to move.

The slightest movement could either anger him or turn him on, so she froze like a deer in the headlights, but deep down, she felt absurdly ill at ease. There was no way in the world could she doze off like this.

"Seriously, Kevin. I'm not used to this kind of thing. Could you please let me go a little?" Her body continued to become rigid as she was getting more and more perturbed.

"Habits are created by repetition," he said. "Don’t worry, you'll get used to this after a few weeks." Kevin's voice was still cocky and commanding, but there was a hint of displeasure in his tonality when he said this.

"Kevin..." she pleaded once more, but before she could even start her sentence, Kevin interrupted,

"Anne, if you really can't sleep like this, I wouldn't mind doing something else with you!" His voice sounded aggressive and menacing this time which made her feel that he might forcefully pry himself on her if she didn't watch her mouth.

Anne decided to bite her tongue and speak nothing. She didn't want to give him any reason to break his promise.

She closed her eyes and tried her best to endure the discomfort of being wrapped like a present by this big hunk of a man who had no business being in her bed.

He seemed dangerous enough to be capable of something rash. And she wasn't prepared to deal with the consequences if he did decide to assault her.

She kept her eyes closed and remained immobile for what felt like a century. It wasn't until the sun peeked that she fell asleep, and when her eyes opened again, it was almost the day’s peak at noon.

Remembering that Kevin had slept beside her last night, Anne was haste to glance at her side. Surprisingly, Kevin wasn’t there.

The bed felt oddly uninviting and barren without him.

A sense of loss flashed on the back of her mind, and this added confusion to her ever-growing puzzled feelings.

She should be happy that he was gone, right? Why did she feel disappointed?

She shook her head and tried to liberate herself from the clinging thought of Kevin. It wasn't enough that he terrorized her constantly for her to stop bugging herself with the reflections of him even though he wasn’t around.

After getting dressed, Anne gazed at herself in the mirror and saw two puffy dark circles under her eyes. She heaved a sigh of strain. She couldn’t manage to sleep well last night with Kevin in bed with her.

Amidst the quiet room, her grumbling stomach echoed loudly. She looked down and rubbed her swollen belly. The baby was demanding more and more from her every single day.

She briskly left her room and headed downstairs. She peeked cautiously around the banister to see who was around. There was no one in the living room except for a few servants dusting off some pictures, and with luck, there was no sign of Kevin or Cherry.

Turning towards the corner of the dining room, she spotted a pair of maids preparing lunch and approached them desperately.

"Could you please prepare some food for me? I'm starving," she asked.

Hearing her words, the two maids rolled their eyes and pretended like they never heard a word. They feigned to be overly occupied with their task at hand.

She knew that no one, not even the servants respected her in this villa. She felt pokes of rudeness in their behavior, but she tried to suppress the need to lash out at them. There was no point in yelling at the people that you were trying to convince feeding you.

"Please... I'm hungry. Please serve me some food."

"Oh, you really think you are the lady of this house. You think so highly of yourself now. You have no right to order us around," said one of the maids who stopped what she was doing to scowl at Anne with disdain.

Everyone in this family knew that Anne had no status, and in Mr. Kevin's eyes, she had less right to be here than a servant.

"You can sneer at me all you want, but don't you know that it's Kevin's baby that's growing in my belly? He will not be pleased if his baby goes hungry and something happens to it!" Anne finally fought back as the tip of her anger exited her mouth.

The attitude of the two maids made Anne feel so defeated and disregarded. She just wanted something as simple as a meal, but the sassy maids were certain that they did not have an ounce of obligation to accommodate her. If it was Cherry who stood where she was, they would have swiftly prepared a mile- long feast to the table.

"You have some nerve to threaten us with your child. It's not strange that you now think that you are somebody because of the child. But it's sad that it's only the child in your womb that Mr. Kevin cares!"

The other maid looked disgustedly at Anne. They thought it was too shallow for her to use her pregnancy against them. They honestly had no idea about her history with Kevin, yet they judged that she only had the baby for a malicious and sneaky purpose.

Anne felt her rage fire up as their harsh words came pouring like gas. Indeed, she knew in herself that she had no status in this family. Even the lowliest of servants in that household treated her like a pile of dirt.

"You said it yourself. Kevin cares for the child in my womb. What do you think he'll do if he hears that you lunatics are treating me like this? He could banish both of you for the detriment of the baby's health!" Anne said in an aloof and nasty tone.

She was set ablaze by this unjust treatment. If she didn't fight back to survive in this villa, then the wicked tyrants would just trample her like a worthless schmuck.