Yvonne’s POV

We keep slow dancing and just say things in between, trying to get to know ourselves.

"So, what do you do Yvonne?" Hearing him pronounce my full name does wonders to my heart

"Oh well, right after college I started accounting at my mom's company and I've been doing that since."

"Oh, that's cool. She must pay so well then?" he asked.

"Well, she does try," I say grinning.

"What do you do?"

"Well I?-”

I cut him short just as he's about to answer.

"Let me guess, you own a company? Yes you do! You own Georgio!” It just clicked into place right now.

I go ahead to talk without letting him reply.

"I met you somewhere before, even though not in person as at the time."

"Yeah, I own that company."

"Well I know that now."

Sizing him twice he looked to be about ten years older than Christian. I couldn't help but think about the reason he didn't have a wife or some eye candy at least on his arms..

Remembering I was standing with him I brought him back into the conversation .

"Well, Alex, how old are you?"

"Old enough sweetheart."

"Oh no don't patronize me, you don't seem to have a wife how's that?"

"Why are you interested in that, sweet heart?" he teased, in a twisted way I was enjoying this..

" Because I want to know G-A-B-R-I-E-L, " I teased. I mean two could play this game..

He leaves my waist suddenly and heads toward a dimly lit hallway, one that I guessed led to the restrooms. My heart thudded as I realized what he was playing at.

Without overthinking, I followed him. I mean what was the worst that could happen?

The hallway was quiet, the music from the main room faint in the background.

Halfway down, he suddenly stopped and turned around. I froze as his intense gaze locked onto mine.

Before I could take another step, he moved swiftly, closing the distance between us and pinned me against the wall. His muscular body pressed hard against mine, his hands trapping my wrists above my head. My breathing quickened, trapped between him and the cold wall, his face just inches from mine.

His calm demeanor out the window, apparently he was determined to play this dangerous game so well. One I was accustomed to before getting married to that betraying bastard Christian.

A sly smirk spread across his face as his eyes travelled over me, slow and knowing. I felt exposed, but I didn’t care. His look sent a shiver through me, making my body tremble under his hold.

“What do you really want, Yvonne?" he asked, his voice calm, but there was a certain force in it.

“You ,” I replied, with boldness. Scratch that, my voice was a bit shaky. I did want him but I don't think I did on this manner, in this way, outside of an actual bedroom

“How old are you?” he asked next, his eyes still on mine.

"Old enough Alex."

He chuckled at my reply," I see, following in my footsteps now are we?"

"What can I say! I have the best teacher "

“And who's that?” His eyes narrowed slightly, waiting.

“You of course,” I answered without hesitation. Was he dumb? Is that why he wasn't married or taken at least? I chide myself as soon as the thought came in, I knew he wasn't dumb.

For a moment the air between us felt electric. Then he leaned closer, his face inched closer to mine, his breath warm and tantalizing. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he said, his tone low, a warning laced in every word.

“Maybe I do,” I countered, tilting my chin up. “I know what I see–a man who wants me just as much as I want him.”

His lips twitched into a brief smile.

“You’re bold, I’ll give you that. But I’m not exactly your type, am I? The kind of man you chase after. I’m too old and perhaps dangerous for you.

"Well , let me be the judge of that, will you?"

His eyes darkened as his grip tightened on my wrist. “I’m giving you a chance to walk away, or I won’t be able to stop myself.” His lips curved into a smile,

For a second doubt crossed my mind.

This man was right, I hardly knew him, yet here I was ready to offer myself to him. But the ache in my chest and the anger towards Christian in my veins refused to let me back down. Besides, I do like this man .

“I’m not leaving,” I said softly, despite the rush of emotions coursing through me.

His hands released my wrists, but instead of moving back, his fingers grazed along the neckline of my dress. The light touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, my skin burning where his fingertips lingered.

His calm and sweet demeanor back he said “We shouldn't do this here you know, ” he murmured, his lips brushing against the curve of my jaw. “You deserve more than this flimsy thing we're about to have .”

“I know, what do you think?" I asked.

My limbs felt numb under him, but my body was wide awake with a need no one had ever

Awakened, my body trembling under his touch. My eyes dropped to his lips, full and tempting. I watched, craving more, as his tongue slowly swept across his bottom lip. “How could I possibly want you to stop when my body is aching for your touch.” The words slipped before I could stop them.

For a second, I thought he suggested going to a hotel but then something in him snapped. His lips inched closer to mine, and his fingers lightly stroked my cleavage. The touch made my breasts push higher against my dress, my chest heaving as my heartbeat raced.

It was all getting too intense, and I was tempted to run and pretend this never happened. But the ache between my legs was too strong to ignore. I wasn’t about to let this moment slip away. “Kiss me,” I whispered, pressing my body closer to him in a slow, seductive tease. “Make me forget him.

His lips crashed into mine, kissing me hard and deep. There was no softness, only raw desire burning between us. His mouth explored mine, his teeth nibbling my lower lip before he sucked on it, demanding more from me with each stroke of his tongue.

"We can't do this here" I said finally coming back to my senses..

"Well I'll drive, let's get out of here"

"Okay," I didn't need any more persuasion. I went with him to this hotel not so far from the gala..

When we got there, there was no foreplay, just sex. Oh well, just a little foreplay, because we both silently agreed we had teased ourselves enough already.

Yvonne's POV

He peppered my body with kisses. The drag of his hands across my skin as he pulled me down on one of the chairs in the room, my legs nudged open, the burn of his skin as my bare knees bounced against the hard muscle of his thighs.

He shouldn’t be muscular. Shouldn’t have tan skin, cut arms, a defined chest. He should be pale. Scrawny. For someone who probably spent twelve hours a day under fluorescents, before computers. But I didn’t question how God blessed him. Didn’t question how or why, especially not in moments like this.

He pulled me farther, ‘til my back was flat against the seat of the chair, my butt hanging off of it, his hands soft, probing, lifting my legs to the sky and pulling the soft silk of my dress of my body, the scratchy tease of my thong’s lace coming along, moving up and then off my legs.

And then I was bare before him, his hands pushing up the cotton of my bralette over my breasts, his body stilling when I was fully exposed before him. “Perfect,” he breathed. Ran his hands lightly, from breast to thigh, back and forth, side to side, just the skin of fingertips across skin, just light enough to make me arch into his touch, begging for more with my eyes.

I waited. Breathed. Parted my legs before his eyes and lifted my knees, ‘til my feet rested on the edge of the chair and I was open before him, nothing he couldn’t see. His eyes dropped, focused on the place between my legs, a soft groaning coming from his mouth, his fingertips dragging lower and running softly over the lips of my sex.

“Perfect,” he repeated, his fingers brushing up and down over that spot, not pushing, not spreading, just a gentle caress that had me lifting my hips, his name whispering from my lips, wanting, needing more. Then he pushed a finger inside and everything changed. “God…” The curse, tumbling from his lips, as his mouth lowered to mine.

Stretching his body forward, the hard muscles of his chest pressed against mine as he kissed me. I wrapped my legs around him, pinned his hand inside me, the gentle movement of that finger causing my breath to catch, mouth to freeze on its own.

“Yes, Alex. Oh my God, yes.” “your body is so unreal,” he whispered, his mouth leaving mine, dropping to my neck, a hand pulling my legs apart as he moved down my body, his mouth soft on my skin, a delicious journey down as his finger continued its perfect tease inside my body.

It’s amazing what a finger can do. Such a small digit, but able to go exactly right there. My back came off the leather, my breath arrested as he touched some place that made my world go dark. “Don’t stop,” I whispered. “Oh my God, don’t stop.” I couldn’t keep my eyes open, but I wanted to. Wanted to see the look on his face, the dark intensity that stole over his face when he watched me.

Wanted to see the moment he pulled out his cock, wanted to see the firm head of it, his hand wrapped around the base, the stroke of his fingers as he yanked at it. This seemed to be his favorite moment as he watched me carefully— watching me come.

It made the skin on his cock stretch as he hardened to a level past belief. It caused his eyes to darken, his breath to hitch. The muscles in his chest tightened, his hands quickened, my name a quick moan on his lips. And I knew what was coming. What would happen as the shudders ceased, as I tumbled down the delicious hill that was my orgasm.

At that moment, the most perfect moment my body would ever know? That was when he would thrust. Remove his fingers and shove inside. Fill me to breaking before starting a rhythm that would trump whatever ecstasy I just experienced. And the knowing, the expectation… opening my eyes and seeing him prepare himself, his own excited anticipation at what was about to happen… The heavy lids and pants of his breath as his finger continued its lazy brush inside of me.

I bucked against his hand and came so hard I broke. Waves upon waves, the sounds from my mouth senseless, unmeaning. I arched against his hand, humped it like an animal in heat, my body exploding around his finger, the perfect flick of his fingers making my feet kick, the glimpse of his face, dark intensity, his cock, hard and ready, and I couldn’t stop it, it stretched, continued, beautiful insanity that turned my world into stars and my body into a constellation.

And then, before I fell from the sky, at the moment when my breath began to catch and my eyes flicked open, he shoved inside of me and I lost it again. Hard, fast. He fucked me as if he hated me, but the words spilling out were words of adoration for my body.

He bent over me, dug his hands into my hips and held me tightly in place. Pounded away, my name repeating on his tongue, the urgency in his movements carrying me higher, spurring my pleasure. This was for him, and that made it for me, knowing that the loss of his control was a gift, a rarity that I was one of the few to see.

I wrapped my legs, dug my heels into him, and raked my nails across his skin. When he came, it was Alex Owen intense, one hand tight to my neck, the other squeezing the meat of my ass, pulling me tighter, as if he would never get enough—be deep enough, be one enough—of me. He thrust fully in, moaned my name, and shuddered through the final fucks of his orgasm.

Then we collapsed into a deep sleep I never want to wake up from.

“Yvonne! Wake up!” my mom's voice cut through the dream I was having, along with the constant shaking of my shoulder. I groaned, burying my face deeper into the pillow, trying to hold onto the last bit of the dream that was quickly fading.

“Remember we set the divorce meeting for today, have you forgotten? You’re late for today's hearing, remember the family set today for the divorce hearing.”

“Come on,” her voice grew more urgent, and the words finally hit me. Today was the final day of concluding the divorce arrangements with Christian.

Everyone would be there, by everyone I mean our families both families would be present. I heard even Christian's family members whom no one knows. Our marriage and the end of it will drastically affect his company which they invest in, so they will surely be there to try to talk us out of it.

That was all I needed to jump out of bed. The sudden movement made my head spin, and a wave of dizziness and nausea hit me. “Oh no,” I muttered, pressing my hand to my pounding forehead. “What time is it?”

I quickly rushed out to relief my mum of my baby and get her and myself dressed

As I stood there, trying to shake off the grogginess, flashes of last night came back–hazy and disjointed, enough to make me cringe. “So, it wasn’t a dream,” I muttered, the images replaying in my mind.

The gala, the drinks, the dangerously attractive man, his intense eyes, his touch, the kiss. My heart raced as I remembered it all–a mix of regret and excitement. I had kissed a man I didn’t even know. And I had let him touch me, hell we had sex… What was I thinking?

Yvonne’s POV

I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, squinting at the bright screen. Several missed calls from Christian stared back at me, twisting the knife already lodged in my chest. I had thought he was the one I would grow old with, the one I would have more kids with . But all those dreams shattered when I found him in bed with another woman. I wish I stayed longer to see the woman he slept with, I wish he would mention her, then I'll make both of them pay.

My fingers hovered over the call log, but I couldn’t bring myself to listen to his voicemail. I tossed the phone onto the bed, the pain of his betrayal still fresh. Last night, I had tried to forget what I’d seen, but it was still there, hiding beneath the surface, ready to pull me down again.

My mom sat beside me, watching my expression. “Are you okay?” she asked softly.

“I don’t know,” I said, my voice low. “I feel… confused. I just saw Christian’s missed calls and voicemails, and now I feel like I cheated on him. Damn it… I feel just like him.”

My mom shook her head. “No, you’re nothing like that jerk. If your father was here he would tell you the same thing."

“I am,” I muttered, clutching my head as more memories of Alex’s hands and lips came flooding back.

“Yvonne…” she grabbed my shoulders, shaking me a little. “You’re not like Christian. What happened with Alex was a reaction to what Christian did. You’re not at fault.”

“But I am.” I groaned. “We had sex, I think… I’m not sure. Everything’s a blur. I regret it all now… My first time, with a stranger, in a hotel I can't even remember. Oh my God, I'm certain we did have sex,” I groaned.

“Are you talking about Alex?” my mom asked, unsure.

“Yes… Alex… that’s what you said his name was.”

She gave me a small, knowing smile. “Don’t worry about it sweetie.”

“Why wouldn't I?” I asked, panic rising. The blurry images in my head didn’t add up. I didn't drink so much that night, just a few cocktails here and there.

“I don’t know everything, but I don’t think it went as far as you fear,” my mom tried to reassure me. “But right now, you need to get ready. Don’t let last night mess with your head"

She gave me a sympathetic look but clapped her hands together, snapping me out of my thoughts. “You” worked hard to get to where you are. No more self pity my darling get up

“You’re right! Forget Christian!” I said, feeling a surge of energy. “

After my shower, I stood in front of my closet, unsure of what to wear to this gathering . Today, I had to make a strong impression. The old Yvonne would’ve chosen something simple, but today, I grabbed the navy blue body fitted dress my mom had given me for my birthday. The dress screamed confidence and power. This was the new me- not the girl who had been cheated on and betrayed.

With my baby girl dressed and ready, I met my mom in the living room. “How do I look?” I asked, smoothing down the front of my dress.

She grinned and gave me a thumbs–up. “You look like you’re ready to take over the world. Go get ‘em.”

With a deep breath, I grabbed my bag and Olympia, yes I named my daughter Olympia after my mom. Determined to leave the past behind–at least for today. I walked down and settled behind my car while my driver helped me out a few things in the car. My mom would come later.

When I arrived at our estate, no wait! Christian’s estate. I was greeted by Chris the security. He was friendly, always has been.

As I and Olympia approached the door of my former home, anxiety bubbled up inside me. I opened the door and stepped in and found my way to one of the nearest sitting rooms . Everyone was already settled in.

“Let’s all get settled,” Christian’s mom said. I did my best not to look at Christian . Christian’s dad or brother will be joining us shortly, my husband is not in the country right now so it's likely his brother will stand in for him at the moment.” Christian’s mom said with a smile as she took her seat.

Everyone went quiet, and my heart pounded. A knot formed in my stomach.

My breath caught in my throat as the man from last night walked in and sat at the head of the table. I closed my eyes for a second, wondering if I was dreaming or if my mind was playing tricks on me. When I opened them again, our eyes locked for a second, both of us clearly shocked. But then, just as quickly, he switched to a calm, professional look, acting like he didn’t know me at all.

“This can’t be real…” My thoughts raced. It was him. I couldn’t stop staring. He was just as handsome as remembered. How could I forget those dark eyes that seemed to look right through me? Those hands that brought me so much pleasure… My gaze dropped to his hands resting on the table.

“Hello, everyone. I’m Alex Owen, CEO of Georgio fashion jewelry and wrist watches. Welcome to this meeting . It's not a happy one but we have to get this done so our children go their ways.

Children?

Now I was a child? Was he serious? I don't even know why I was angry about that statement, he owed me nothing.

My head was spinning. His name was Alex Owen… Christian Owen. That meant he was Christian’s Father or uncle?! Uncle off course . I had met Christian’s dad before our wedding.

Oh, my God!

The man from last night at the gala who I made out with is my husband's uncle? Will soon be ex- husband's uncle.

My stomach dropped..

Immediately I grab my baby and leave. My mom follows behind me, both still trying to process the whole thing. We left, not minding what anyone would say. We were moved by impulse. My mom decided to ride with me so I wouldn't do something foolish I guess.

I had a lot to say, I can tell she did on our ride home but none of us could say a word..