[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 35: Those lewd lips

Ash’s pov ;

I cursed myself for speaking too soon as I watched a cheeky expression taking over Elijah’s face.

But an uproar of frustration bubbled inside me earlier when I saw Benji approaching Elijah with that flirty smile plastered on his face. I hate Benji. He’s nothing but a fake bitch.

"Oh, I wasn’t aware that you already have plans, Mr. Stone," He politely smiled, eyes shining with feigned friendliness, it was just a show in front of Elijah.

Then he turned to me. "Congratulations on winning the audition, Ash," he grinned, probably thinking I wouldn’t hear the insecurity behind that bright tone. "I didn’t know you were already out of jail. I’m so happy that I’ll be working with you-"

"Yeah, Whatever," I ignored him, unable to hear his deliberate provoking, and instead turned to Elijah. "I don’t have time for this. If you have something to say, say it now."

Elijah’s expression hardened, but just as he opened his mouth to speak, Benji interrupted again. This fucking snake.

"I’m sorry for the disturbance. But I need to discuss the conditions of the drama. It’s important." He stepped closer to Elijah, a bit too close for my taste.

"Mr Rivera, our company agrees with your demands—"

"Ughh!" I groaned, rolling my eyes and crossing my arms over my chest. "If you have guests to attend then I shouldn’t waste your time." I began to walk away, my footsteps heavy with irritation.

From behind, I heard Elijah tell Benji, "I’ll ask Daniel to take care of your problems, Mr Rivera. I’m a bit busy right now," His voice was firm and dismissive. There was a hurriedness in his steps as he quickly followed me.

"Ash, stop!" He caught up to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. I stopped annoyingly and turned to him.

It’s been three days since I last saw him. And if it’s not for the audition I won’t be standing here in front of him. Though, I was surprised that he didn’t barge into Noah’s apartment to forcefully take me back home.

"Ask your friend to leave. Tell him that I’m thankful to him for taking care of you for the last three days," He implored with a sore tone that was stained with hostility as he glared at Noah. "Because you’re returning home with me now."

Noah’s face set in a stubborn expression, his jaw clenched. "I’m not leaving him alone with a piece of crap like you," he argued.

"It’s already been three days since you left," Elijah gave me a tight look, and he didn’t look in the mood to argue. "And according to the contract we are supposed to be living together. I’ll not allow you more time than this."

So, this is his card. If things won’t go his way just throw the threat of a contract in it. Rage bubbled in my chest as I held myself back from creating a scene in the hallways.

"You-"

"Noah, it’s fine. Thank you for taking care of me," I let out to assure Noah. He gave me a look filled with worry, his eyebrows furrowing, but eventually, he nodded and left with a reluctant sigh. I felt a pang of guilt as I watched him walk away. I feel like I was just using him in his time of need.

Elijah and I reached his office, the silence between us heavy and uncomfortable. I tried to keep my distance, my arms crossed defensively over my chest, my eyes darting around the room to avoid his gaze.

Elijah turned to me and said, "Congratulations on the audition," with a small smile.

I gave him a look of disbelief. Does he think we are friends again? Are we even friends from the beginning? What even are we? What’s the right relationship between us?

I’m nothing but his contracted husband. And it solely depends on him for how long he would keep me around as his contracted husband. Other terms that could be used for me are—his toy, his plaything, and his slut who he could use anytime he wants.

These are the only identities I have left now. A sad reality I’m forced to face and survive every day. And even when I’m surrounded by thousands of people daily, I’m all alone.

"Thanks," I muttered, avoiding eye contact. My heart pounded in my chest, not knowing how to face him.

At that time, I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him alone with Benji in this empty office. So, before I could stop myself I agreed to talk to him in the heat of the moment, but now I’m regretting it.

Why am I so pathetic and emotionally weak? How deeply am I stuck with Elijah that even after he showed me my place twice by cheating, I still ended up here?

"I’m aware of what you’re thinking," he interrupted my thoughts with a serious face. "But I can show you the CCTV footage of that day to prove I never did anything with the daughter of the director."

I bared my teeth in a snarl, growling low in my throat. "Do you think I’m naive and stupid enough to believe you? Of course, you have messed up with the CCTV!" I snapped, taking a step back, creating more distance between us.

Elijah looked at me for a moment, his expression one of disbelief. He huffed in annoyance, shaking his head slightly.

"I can’t do anything if you’re not ready to believe me."

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Elijah’s pov ; freewebnøvel.coɱ

A headache began to pound at my temples. I was an idiot to think that he would calm down after securing a role, but his rude attitude and never-ready-to-listen mindset was grating on my nerves.

No one could ever speak to me with such blatant disrespect and get away, I don’t tolerate such behaviour from anyone. Yet, this silly little actor has made it his mission to push my buttons every time.

What puzzled me more was why I found it amusing.

He was standing in the middle of my office with his arms crossed and an angry scowl curved on his face. And I’m sure in his little head, he was looking like a big and scary giant. I almost snorted at that.

There was something about his defiance, his stubbornness, that I found oddly tempting. My eyes roamed over his body, the way he stood with sass and pettiness, I felt a stirring of desire that I couldn’t quite suppress.

The way his lips curled in anger, the fire in his eyes—it was infuriating and yet undeniably alluring.

Before I realised it, I felt myself getting hard, my pants tightening.

I cleared my throat, trying to shake off the thoughts that were clouding my mind. "You’ll be busy with the drama from now on," I began, sitting on the sofa and watching him closely. "So, what are you going to do about your secretary job?"

His eyes widened in surprise. Got him! It was clear he hadn’t thought about it yet. I smirked, enjoying the look of tension that flashed across his face.

"I...I suppose I’ll have to take a break from that," His formerly rude voice was lacking its usual confidence.

I couldn’t help but smile at his response. "Of course, you will," I replied smoothly, my chest filling with satisfaction. "However, as your boss, did you take my permission for this break?"

He rolled his eyes in irritation, lips pursed tightly. "Like hell, I will take permission from a bastard like you. Who do you think you are?"

That was it. I got up with an evil laugh, closing the distance between us in just two strides, towering over him and catching him off guard.

The fire in his eyes, the outraging impatience—it was all too pleasing. I wanted to play with that fire, to see how far I could push him before he lashed out.

Lowering myself to his height with our faces just inches apart, I looked directly into his eyes with a dark, mischievous gaze. "In case you’ve forgotten," My head tilted coyly, and I leaned forward towards his lips. "I’m your boss, my little actor."

Ash didn’t back down but swallowed hard while his breathing turned uneven. I could feel his hot and raging breaths against my face, and I must say they were pretty inviting.

"I haven’t forgotten," he countered back, not ready to back down. "But that doesn’t mean I have to respect you."

I smirked as he held my gaze pretty confidently. And I’d like to see how long he could do that. "Oh, but you will," I replied softly, my breath too ghosting over his lips. "One way or another, you will."

His face twisted in a cringe and I found my gaze locked onto his lips. Those rosy and soft lips. Slightly parted, the bottom lip was full and plump, while the upper lip had a delicate curve that gave him a pouty look. And it was getting hard not to kiss and nibble over that lower lip.

Every time he spoke, those lips would move with a grace that would make my mouth water. It would make my heartbeat quicken, my breath hitching in my throat. And the way he would bite them every time he got nervous, the way they would press together—-it was all too much to resist and not to taste them.

"What the fuck are you staring at—mmmmfgh!"

Acting on impulse and giving in to my lust, I took those lewd and seducing lips between my own.