Christiana’s POV
I woke up to the stillness of the early morning, my body tangled in sheets that felt too heavy, too suffocating. As the fog of sleep lifted, the reality of the night before slammed into me like a freight train. My bare skin brushed against his, and my heart sank into a bottomless pit. Alex.
I turned my head slowly, my heart pounding in my chest, and there he was. Sleeping peacefully beside me, his strong frame curled against the pillow, looking every bit the man I had fallen for years ago. The same man who had left me shattered, divorced, and alone.
I sat up quietly, pressing a hand to my forehead as I tried to piece together how this had happened. I wasn’t thinking clearly. God, I hadn’t been thinking at all. I glanced around, seeing the scattered clothes and the little light creeping in from the window. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
This man had walked away from me, had torn our family apart. And now, here I was, naked and vulnerable, lying next to him, after five years of nothing. What was I thinking?
A sharp pang of regret shot through me, twisting my stomach in knots. I tried to stand, but my legs felt shaky. I found my robe and quickly wrapped it around myself, the fabric clinging to my skin. My fingers trembled as I tied the knot tighter, trying to hold myself together.
Alex stirred, his eyes fluttering open. His gaze softened when he saw me, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. “Morning” he whispered, his voice still heavy with sleep. He reached for me, pulling me closer to him. “Come back to bed.”
I pulled away, my heart racing, and I felt the disgust bubbling up inside me. How could I have let this happen? I couldn’t face him. Not like this. Not after all these years. I could feel his eyes on me, sensing the shift in the air, the coldness that was rapidly replacing whatever warmth had been between us last night.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, sitting up now, the confusion written on his face.
I clenched my fists, refusing to meet his gaze. “You need to go,” I muttered, my voice low but firm.
He looked taken aback. “Christiana… What-
“I said, you need to leave,” I snapped, louder this time, anger boiling under the surface. Anger at him, anger at myself, anger at the situation. I couldn’t let him get under my skin again. Not after everything.
Alex stood up slowly, his eyes narrowing as he tried to understand what was happening. ‘Christiana, talk to me. Why are you suddenly pushing me away?”
I turned to face him, my chest rising and falling with every shallow breath. “This was a mistake, Alex, I spat, my voice harsh. “I don’t know what I was thinking, but this…whatever this is it’s not happening again.
He crossed his arms, his jaw tightening. “A mistake? You’re telling me everything we did last night was a mistake? Even though you wanted it as much as I did?”
I hated how calm he sounded, how rational he was being. It only fueled my frustration. “Yes, a mistake!” I yelled, pacing the room. “We shouldn’t have done this. We can’t do this. You’re the man who left me, Alex! You didn’t care about me for five years! You didn’t even know you had children until you saw them with your own eyes. How am I supposed to forget all that?”
His face hardened, but there was pain in his eyes, a flicker of hurt that I tried to ignore. “You think I didn’t care? You think I haven’t thought about you every damn day? I never stopped caring, Christiana. But you shut me out. You never even gave ne a chance to know my kids
I clenched my teeth, my nails digging into my palms as I fought back the tears. “Don’t you dare turn this on me. I did what I had to do to protect myself, to protect my children. You weren’t here. You didn’t fight for us.
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Chapter 75
When his lips traveled lower, trailing soft kisses down my neck. I tilted my head back, giving him complete access. The sensation sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, making me gasp as I surrendered to the sensations. I could feel the heat building inside me, an electric current that pulsed with each movement.
“Alex.” I breathed, urgency filling my voice. “I need you.”
He pulled back for a moment, searching my eyes, the heat of desire flickering in his gaze. “Are you sure?” he asked, his tone serious but laced with hunger.
“Yes. I urged, my heart racing. “I’m sure.”
A flash of something dark and primal crossed his features, and in an instant, he was back on me, capturing my lips with an urgency that left no room for doubt. I could feel the weight of his body pressing me against the couch, the delicious friction igniting every nerve ending in my body.
His hands found their way back to my waist, lifting me effortlessly as he maneuvered us, positioning me against him. I could feel his heart pounding in time with mine, the rhythm steady and fierce. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmured against my lips, his breath hot and needy.
I couldn’t help but smile against him, a mix of exhilaration and vulnerability flooding through me. “Neither do you,” I replied teasingly, even as I melted against him.
With a low chuckle, he leaned in, capturing my mouth again with a fervor that stole my breath. Our kisses became a dance of exploration, urgency, and fervent longing. I surrendered myself to him, giving in to the need that coursed through us, a connection that was both electrifying and utterly consuming.
“Let go, Christiana,” he whispered, his hands guiding me, urging me to embrace the moment. “Let’s get lost together.”
As I melted into him, the world beyond our heated embrace faded entirely. It was just us, tangled in passion, exploring the depths of desire that had built up between us for far too long. I was ready to embrace every intoxicating second of it, no reservations, just raw, unfiltered passion.
In that moment, I didn’t care about the consequences. I didn’t care about what this would mean for us tomorrow. All that
our the mattered was now. And as our bodies intertwined, the fire between us grew hofter, consuming everything in its path, leaving only us and the undeniable connection that surged like a heartbeat in the silence around us.
