Trapped with My Billionaire Ex-Husband

BLAIRE

“Wait, does the three-day period include today?” I can’t help but ask as we prepare to rest for the night. He insisted that we should share one room for the entire time we’re here, so we are currently staying in the master bedroom that he occupies.

“No, it starts tomorrow. Don’t try to make your way around it, Blaire,” he replied.

“I’m not trying to make me around it; I was just making it clear. And since you made it perfectly clear that our three-day agreement hasn’t started until tomorrow, then I don’t think we should stay in the same room tonight,” I said.

He looked at me as if he were weighing whether I’d be serious about not staying with him in the same room.

He smirked. “Are you scared that you couldn’t control yourself if we slept in the same bed?”

My eyes widen in embarrassment. That’s not what I’m trying to say. “That’s not what I mean!” I immediately denied it.

“Well, if that’s the case, then I don’t see anything wrong if we stay in the same room tonight, despite the fact that our deal will officially start tomorrow. Am I right?”

I was out for words. He makes a good point, but I couldn’t admit the fact that what he said before has some truth within it. I’m afraid that something might happen tonight if we sleep on the same bed.

What are you so afraid of, Blaire? Quit acting like a virgin. Have you forgotten that you already had a child with the same man with whom you’ve been sleeping for the days? said the sassy little voice inside

my head.

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There’s no point in trying to act as if I don’t want to sleep with him. My b*dy is a sl ave to him. He owns me. Despite my serious attempt to deny the truth, there’s only a limit to the lies that I can tell myself. Maybe I should just use this chance to enjoy my last few moments with him until I finally let go of all the feelings I have for him. After all of these, I will start focusing my life on my son. He needs me more than anything in the world. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

I was so deep in my thoughts that I was a bit startled when Sebastian said something. “Would you like to take a shower first?” he asked.

I smiled nervously. “Yes,” I responded before walking briskly towards the bathroom. I breathed out a sigh of relief the moment I locked the door to the bathroom.

The thought of our bodies sleeping next to each other somehow brings an unexplainable feeling of excitement throughout my b*dy. No matter how much I tried to resist or deny the fatal attraction that my b*dy has for Sebastian, it still finds its way to manifest through every fiber of my being.

As if on cue, just the mere thought of our skin touching each other ignites the fire within me that is waiting for me to unleash. I quickly shook my head to erase the thoughts crawling into my head. To suppress the heat that started to engulf my b*dy, I immediately went under the shower to let the cold water run across my skin.

I gently close my eyes, trying to calm myself, hoping that the water was enough to extinguish the fire that started to burn my whole rationality. But as I close my eyes, memories of our heated night quickly flash right before my eyes, causing my b*dy to burn for him.

“Fck!” I cursed to myself as I realized that I’ve been starting to act like an s3x-deprived monster that was craving to have taste of him. I shook my head once again, trying to remove all the unnecessary thoughts about Sebastian. I tried to focus on cleaning myself.

After spending a good amount of time in the shower, I finally decided to dry up. I turned off the shower and reached for the towel that was carefully folded on top of the towel rack beside the shower area. As I tried to dry my hair and b*dy with the towel, one important thing slowly sank in.

“Seriously!” I exclaimed in disbelief as it dawned on me that I had forgotten to bring any spare clothes into the bathroom. But what mortified me the most was the realization that I didn’t bring any clothes with me since Sebastian basically dragged me here from my hotel. Right now, I only have two choices. Either I wear the clothes that I just took off to get out and ask Sebastian for clean clothes or I go out of the bathroom with nothing but this towel in my hand wrapped around my n*ked b*dy, then ask Sebastian for clean clothes.

I stare at my used clothes that I put inside the laundry basket, which I’ve been wearing since the day I arrived on this island, for a few minutes, contemplating whether I should wear them again or not. Before coming up with a decision, I tried to look around the bathroom, hoping to find a robe that I could use to cover myself up.

“Unbelievable!” I uttered to myself when I couldn’t find any. I took a loud breath before finally deciding to get out of the bathroom wearing only the towel.

But before I opened the door, I pressed my car against the door. I couldn’t hear anything. Somehow, I was feeling positive when I heard silence on the other side of the door. Thinking that Sebastian

probably left the room, I slowly open the door and peek my head a little bit to check.

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But it hadn’t been long since I opened the door when someone stood in front of me and blocked my cyc.

“What are you doing?”

I slowly lifted my eyes, only to be greeted by his beautiful frowning face. I was startled to see Sebastian. I realized how close his growing bulge was to my face, which slowly pecked outside the door. I started to panic because I didn’t notice the wet floor caused by the droplets of water coming from my hair. And before I knew it, I just found myself lying on the floor as I slipped on the wet tiles.

“Blaire!” Sebastian’s eyes widen in shock.

Things unfolded so quickly that he didn’t manage to save me before I fell to the ground.

I winced in pain when I felt my hips hitting the ground. Sebastian quickly opened the door widely so he could help me. I was waiting for him to help me get up, but he remained standing in front of me, frozen.

“Hello? Are you not going to help me up?” I said, waiving my arms in front of him, trying to catch his attention. I was so confused about how he was acting, so I threaded my eyes in the direction his eyes were going. I was mortified when I realized the reason behind his reaction. The towel that was wrapped around my n*ked b*dy was untied, revealing my n*kedness right in front of his eyes. I quickly tried to cover myself, but the pain in my hips was making it hard for me to do so. I had no other choice but to opt for his help. “Sebastian, quit staring!” I scolded him.

It seems like that was more than enough to bring him back to his senses. “I-I’m sorry. Here, let me help you,” he said before immediately helping me out.

I keep wincing whenever I put weight on the side of my hips that hit the ground. Sebastian probably noticed that, so he decided to carry me instead. I wanted to protest when he did that, but I quickly realized that what he did was more convenient.

I flinched when his powerful hands touched my skin. A dryness settled in my throat as our bodies connected. I sensed his strong heartbeat as our chests pressed against each other. The bed, once a mere few steps away from the bathroom, now felt like a journey that stretched for hours. It seemed as though time stood still as he carried me toward the bed.

It didn’t take long before he finally settled me on the bed. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, still with nothing but a towel wrapping around my b*dy.

“Where are your clothes?” he asked with heavy breathing. It seems like he’s also affected when our bodies touch.

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“I don’t have any,” I answered.

“Oh, yeah,” he uttered when he finally realized that I had no spare clothes with me. “Wait for me here,” he said before he left the room.

Of course, I will wait for him here. Where will I go, given my current state?

A few minutes passed, and Sebastian went back with a handful of paper bags on his hands. He then put those bags beside me and started going through them.

Assuming those are clothes for me, I decided to take them from there. “I can do it myself,” I said as I tried to get the bags from him. But as soon as I moved, I felt a stinging pain in my hips. “Sh*t!” I cursed.

I saw him roll his eyes and shake his head as he watched me wincing in pain. “Let me,” he said.

I reluctantly accepted that he had to take charge. He found underwear in the bag and knelt in front of me, holding it out. With careful intent, he spread the underwear, waiting for me to put it on. As I followed suit, each movement felt vulnerable. My legs quivered as I gingerly stepped into the openings. The simple act took on an unexpected intimacy, creating a moment that went beyond the ordinary. In this subtle dance, the air held unspoken understanding, and the room silently observed the unfolding connection between us.

“Can you stand up?” he asked when he pulled my underwear up halfway across my legs.

I acknowledged with a nod, placing my hand gently on his shoulder for support as I slowly lifted my b*dy from the bed. A hitched breath escaped me when I realized the proximity of his face to the center of my femininity. However, to my surprise, he wasn’t looking in between my legs but up towards me, maintaining continuous eye contact as our gazes intertwined. The air held a subtle tension, charged with an unspoken understanding, as our eyes met in this unexpectedly intimate moment.

As he pulled my underwear all the way up, he stood up until our faces were inches away from each other. I gasped for air when I felt his hot, minty breath brushing against my face. I gulped, trying to put some moisture in my throat that suddenly felt dry.

He slowly leaned towards me, a deliberate movement that carried the weight of unspoken desire. However, he was careful not to allow our lips to touch, maintaining a tantalizing proximity that sent shivers down my spine. Reacting instinctively, I pressed my hands against his chest, a feeble attempt to stop him from closing the gap between

us.

“Our deal hasn’t started until tomorrow,” I stuttered, my voice betraying the turmoil in my mind as I sought to remind him of the boundaries we had set.

“I know,” he whispered, his warm breath brushing against my skin as he continued to trace the fragile space that separated us. His eyes held an intensity that mirrored the unspoken tension in the room.

“Sebastian…” I uttered his name, a plea and a warning woven into a single breath. The uncharted territory we were venturing into stirred a myriad of emotions within me- desire, uncertainty, and the echoes of a connection that had once defined us.

He paused, his gaze locked with mine, as we were both engulfed in a deafening silence. I’m not aware that I have been holding my breath as he continues to stare into my soul. I noticed that he kept on glancing at the wall, but he didn’t move an inch. It was as if he was waiting for something.

After a few minutes, a smile broke into his face. I frowned in confusion, as his reaction didn’t make any sense. Eventually, I discovered what it means when he finally breaks the silence.

He smirked and said, “You’re right. Our deal won’t start until tomorrow. Good thing, it’s already tomorrow.”

I widened my eyes, swiftly turning to glance at the clock. My jaw dropped, my mouth agape, as I realized it was already midnight.