The Divorced Female Billionaire Heiress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

GeorgeI inhale her scent, somehow realizing it's something I never did enough in the past. She smells like something delectable... What is it? I can't place it. Has this been what she always moved through the world wearing? A scent so tricky to my nose? A scent that reminds me of rainy days in the house where cookies were baked or a full turkey would be brined. This woman was my wife for three years. How, as I move into her space, am I unable to find the smell I can't remember in the house?It's not a common one. It's not like those meals, the desserts, or even her hair products. Those were sweet-smelling. I remember that much, seeing as I'd fuck her after she lathered her hair and dug her nails into my shoulder.I turn my neck to the side at this, closing my eyes as the memory rushes in so fast I can't stop it. The twitch rushes through my skin as I try to calm myself as quickly as my brain fills with the days and nights with her."Let go of me," Ella rumbles. "We're going to

GeorgeAs I stare at my case files, not a single word seems to register in my head. I shouldn't be doing this, I have work to take care of, a company to run, but I can't stop thinking about last night. Back then it felt as if I lost control the moment I saw her, clothes clinging to her skin, her hair dark, curling against her cheeks, the flush of her skin...To hold her in my arms after so long, body pressed up against mine and my lips against hers... The last time we'd been intimate was so long ago, even before the divorce. Doing such a risque thing outside was new too, something that we never did when we were married. Sex was usually sweeter, with Ella pliant and obedient under me, and afterwards she'd cuddle up in my arms and we'd fall asleep together.That time in the alley had been different. Intense, yes, but Ella has changed. It wasn't so sweet and indulgent, she seemed completely indifferent to what was happening, as if it was just an act to chase physical pleasure.

GeorgeI can't help the hunger that grows from deep within me. It's strange, to say the least, that I even stop to process these feelings. In the past, there'd be no stop. There'd be no thinking. My dick would need taking care of, and then I'd get exactly what I needed from my wife.But that's what caused the problems in the first place. Not just my dick, but the entire idea that Ella is ever more than the woman I married. I look at this absolutely stunning beauty, knowing I'd never even considered my actions before. But now, as I lean closer into Ella's space, I can't stop myself from the hunger welling up inside.I feel her soft skin with my hand, caressing her cheek as I watch her slowly blink at me. She is still drunk, which I'm still not used to seeing, and I question how this marriage has ended up in this mess.Lips meet as we stop on the stairwell, as I breathe in every single scent she holds. Even though she is still smelling like a liquor store, I can't possibly be expecte

EllaI groan as my hand finds its way to my forehead, sweat abundant at the smallest of touches. Ugh, this is absolutely gross. I can't even remember the last time I sweated in my sleep. I normally only sweat in my sleep when I'm getting sick, seeing as my body temperature can't handle the sickness.My mind tries to remember what led to being here. It's tough fighting through the fuzzy memory from the previous night. I finally open my eyes just a sliver, and the sight gives me the jolt I need to remember the worst parts of the day before.I remember the Forest Hotel. I remember the alcohol. I remember George demanding to take me home...I sit up, seeing the villa around me, and more memories flood back: the car ride back here, the intimacy shared between the two of us. The way he tried to carry me inside and I fought against him.The way I pushed him away and told him we were divorced.At least some part of my brain decided to kick in and work last night. How could I let myself g

EllaI carefully pull my hand away from George's grip and look away. In the reflection I notice him tense up, expression turning colder. I don't want any tender moments with him, nor do I want to make conversation when it'll just devolve into a fight. He's just driving me home, nothing more. It shouldn't be anything more either. I still FEEL too much about George. That's probably part of the reason why we always fight. Too many unresolved things, too many unresolved feelings that just bubble to the surface and turn vicious and poisonous. We're not good for each other like this. All we're doing is hurting each other, antagonizing one another to the point of rage and neither of us stop. I try to distract myself with my phone but frown as I realize it's on 'do not disturb', despite me never having done that. While I was off work at the hospital due to the conference, I was still one of their surgeons. They needed to reach me in any medical emergency such as calling me in fo