His After The Heartbreak (BL)-Chapter 154: Trouble In Flesh

Chapter 154- Trouble in Flesh

Declan POV

She stood there, right in front of me, bold and bare—her robe slipping off her shoulders like she had nothing to hide.

And maybe she didn't.

My eyes dropped before I could stop them. My chest rose and fell slowly as I took in the sight. God... she wasn't even trying to look at me. She didn't flinch. She didn't check if I was staring or not. Her focus was on something else, like I wasn't even in the room.

But I was.

And I saw everything.

Her skin still looked smooth and soft—like satin. Her curves hadn't changed. Her waist, her thighs, her hips... all still as I remembered, if not better. But it was her chest that did it. Firm. Full. Her breasts still stood like they did back then—maybe even better now. Tighter. Rounder. Perfect.

I swallowed hard.

So this is what that damn guard enjoyed? That fool that she ran off with? This is what he got to touch? Got to feel?

Just the thought of it made something in my stomach twist in anger... and lust.

She bent slightly to step into her trousers, still not looking at me, still acting like she had no idea what her body was doing to me. Like she wasn't aware of the bomb she just dropped in front of me.

And I couldn't stop staring. My eyes stayed glued to her chest, even as her hands moved down to fasten her pants.

She stood upright again and finally cleared her throat. "Mmmh mmmhh."

My eyes snapped up—too fast. Shit.

I quickly looked away, pretending like I hadn't been staring for over a minute straight. I looked at the wall, then at the ceiling, then at nothing in particular.

"Why are you staring like it's something you've never seen before?" she asked, voice dry and cold.

I didn't answer her. What was I supposed to say? Because it looks better than I remember? Because now I'm fucking hard and I don't know why?

I swallowed again. My throat was dry as hell.

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And then I noticed it.

Fuck.

I was already hard. The bulge pressed against my trousers, and it was heavy.

Now? Seriously?

This wasn't the damn time. I wasn't supposed to be turned on. I was supposed to be focused. Angry. Ready to kill. But here she was, standing in front of me like a damn trap, dressing like nothing just happened.

If only she went inside to change like a normal person. If only she had covered up. But no—she had to do it right in front of me. And now I was stuck here, suffering silently with the view she just burned into my head.

"Could you try putting on something?" I snapped, pointing at the bulge in my trousers. "You're causing trouble over here."

Her eyes dropped, followed the direction of my finger. She saw it. And then she looked away like it meant nothing.

"It's not my business," she said flatly. "Not my fault you can't control yourself. Getting hard just by looking at boobs... wow. That's impressive."

Her voice was full of mockery. That usual tone she used when she wanted to push my buttons. And it was working.

"You think you're funny, huh?" I growled, jaw tight.

Truth was, no woman had ever gotten me this hard just by taking off a robe. Not like this. Not just by standing there. But Beatrice—her body did something to me, and I hated it.

I hated that she still had this kind of effect on me.

"Shut the fuck up and get ready," I snapped again. "Or I'll leave you right here."

She scoffed, rolling her eyes like I was the one being childish.

"Why are you shouting at me?" she asked, folding her arms under her chest—right where I didn't need her hands to be. "Was I the one that told you to get aroused? I didn't ask you to react like a dog seeing food."

I narrowed my eyes.

"We're not together, Declan," she continued, voice rising now. "We've been apart for years. You hate me. You used to abuse me. Now suddenly you're hard just from seeing me naked? Please."

I turned away, rubbed my hand over my face.

She was driving me insane.

"I hope you know I can't control that," I said, turning back to her. My voice was tight, but quieter. "I didn't ask to get aroused. I didn't try to. It just happened. I saw your chest and—fuck—it just happened."

She opened her mouth to speak but I cut her off.

"And don't stand there acting innocent, Beatrice. Don't pretend you didn't know what you were doing when you dropped that robe right in front of me. That was seduction."

"Please don't accuse me, because that's what I'm never going to accept," she said with her chin raised and her voice sharp like a knife.

I almost laughed. Honestly, I almost burst out laughing in her face.

Accuse her? I wasn't accusing her of anything. I was just stating the truth—raw, painful truth.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

She took off that robe like she was in a damn movie, right in front of me. No hesitation. No shame. Just cool, slow,. She wanted me to see it—that soft, glowing skin, those tight curves, and especially those nipples. Jesus.

Pink. Pointed. Firm. Fucking perfect.

The image of it hasn't left my head. It's playing over and over like a broken record. Every time I blink, I see it again. Her chest. Her nipples. The way they stood like they were inviting someone—anyone—to have a taste.

God.

I couldn't even think straight anymore. My whole brain just shuts off when I remember that view. I try to focus on something else, but my mind keeps dragging me back to that one second. That one sight.

Just imagine having them in my mouth. Just for a minute. One single damn minute.

Sixty seconds.

I swear, it would be the best sixty seconds of my entire life.

But I know her. That little witch wouldn't allow it. She'd push me off and say I don't deserve it. That I lost my right the day we broke up. That I'm nothing but a toxic, selfish man.

And maybe she's right.

Still... it doesn't stop the hunger. It doesn't kill the need.