Divorced：My Ex-Husband Is Addicted To Me

With a test sheet in her left hand, Kristel walked to her car, gripping it carefully like a treasure. On her way to her destination, she picked up the takeout she had ordered online. Finally, she arrived at the Hudson Corporation safe and sound.

Kristel hurried out of her car and had a careful scan of her reflection before heading to the secret elevator that would take her to the rooftop where the penthouse was located.

She dressed up seductively, especially tonight since she was celebrating their first wedding anniversary and about to share the good news with Galvin.

At the President’s Office….

Facing the floor-ceiling window, Galvin, leisurely lounging on his leather chair while reviewing the draft of the proposal emailed to him, came to a halt. He turned his head toward the secret door and creased his forehead upon hearing a clunk of high heels on the floor. Although he had already guessed who it was, he wondered why this woman had come to his office instead of staying in his penthouse and waiting for his instructions.

A year ago, after he acquired this dying company, he was able to revive and bring it to its glory to this day — it was unknown to everyone that he built a penthouse on the rooftop. His private assistant and contracted wife were the only people allowed to go up there.

Soon the woman he anticipated emerging at the door so he could scold her finally walked in. However, the words he prepared to fire at her were only swallowed and dissolved in his throat.

The woman was exceptionally stunning in a red dress that smitten him downright.

As she found him frozen in his seat, Kristel sweetened her smile and looked at her husband seductively.

“Hi! I’m sorry, I’m late and unable to cook tonight. But I ordered your favorite steak on my way here. Chef Raymond personally makes them, so I know you’ll like them.”

Before Galvin could open his mouth to scold her for being late to make his dinner, she had already explained what had happened today. She didn’t hide anything except for the incident this morning.

As she mentioned that she met up with her professor from the academy. Galvin was unhappy hearing that. His pupils dilated, and he spat, “And you’re dressed like that, meeting him?”

“Ah, no. It’s a female professor whom I met today.” Kristel explained hurriedly. Yet, he remained to gaze at her, doubtful. Thus, she added. “I’ll go to the penthouse and set the table so that we can have dinner. I’m famished.”

Thinking about the life growing in her womb, she must start to care for her body.

Galvin misunderstood and assumed she had avoided his question. With this, he was even more unhappy than he already was. He could not pinpoint why he was irritated. Maybe he was just vexed, thinking she displayed herself with that outfit. How many men saw her in this dress?

Kristel mostly wore boring clothes outside, but she was willing to play his game at home, even though he would instruct her to wear a red G-string when he arrived home. There… he would find Kristel in the kitchen wearing nothing underneath the apron but the string garments he requested.

The thought that more men drool on her body upon glimpsing so much exposed skin made him sore. He was Kristel’s first. Thus, he has the sense of ownership that he is the only man who can touch her.

Kristel, on the other hand, was trying to read his mind but failed to fathom his thoughts.

He remained silent. Thus, she walked up to him and halted half a meter away, blocking the city skyline Galvin enjoyed at night.

Kristel was tall and slender, with long hazelnut hair and thick eyelashes. Everything about her body was sculpted according to the proportions only the Goddess in Olympus possessed.

Galvin scanned her delicate face down to her exposed porcelain fair legs. Instead of appreciating the view, his face even darkened.

The length of the red dress was just below her bottom. If she bent down, her ass would peek out from the dress, which upset him to imagine a scenario.

He thought, ‘Is she unaware of how skimpy her dress is?’

The dress was not just short of fabric, but it had a slit on the right side that almost reached her wide hips, which would give anyone a wild imagination: wondering what kind of underwear she had underneath or if she was even wearing one.

While he was petty, Kristel was oblivious to what was running in his head since his face was void of emotion.

Kristel didn’t receive any response from her dear husband of one year. Thus, it worried her that he would be disgusted by her bold action tonight.

‘Is my preparation going to waste?’ She was indeed trying to pull a wild stunt. Kristel bit her lip. It was a sign that she was nervous.

This habit of hers became familiar to Galvin. His eyes flickered since he had already guessed what she planned to do.

Seeing the slight change in his expression, Kristel became excited. She locked eyes with him, and lust lingered in them, allowing her to assume he liked what was displayed in his line of sight.

When her husband remained unmoved, her eyes granted some freedom from feasting on his sexy body.

Galvin was wearing a white shirt paired with a blue vest and tie. She was the one who picked out this design, which her friend made using high-quality materials; thus, she was delighted he wore it on their wedding anniversary.

Kristel’s eyes lowered to his torso. The size of the blue pants was perfect on him as they hugged his legs tight, displaying the outline of his length that was visible against the fabric.

“Have you had enough?” With a hoarse voice, he taunted her, which caused her cheeks to flush red.

Galvin sounded like he was only fighting the urge not to knock her right there.

Her wild imagination brought her to a scene where Galvin pinned her down on his office table and made love to her uncontrollably. They haven’t tried that out yet. Therefore, it was her silent prayer.

Except for their roleplaying in the villa they live together, Galvin had s*x with her countless times in his penthouse but was never in his office. She wondered why, but she never dared to ask.