My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 167

Vivienne’s POV

I decided to celebrate by ordering a few bottles of the local expensive wine.

"To be honest, even though I was with them the other day, I was feeling down and lacked enthusiasm. But now... I’ve finally let go. Come on, let’s drink and celebrate my successful divorce and my new life as a single queen!" I said with a smile.

"Cheers! We’re not leaving until we’re completely drunk!" Sophie cheered.

I poured myself a glass. "To friendship. Cheers!"

The three of us continued chatting, sipping one drink after another.

Sophie, half-drunk, started speaking more freely. "Vivienne, hic... I’ve always known Alexander wasn’t a good guy... How could you stand him for so long? If it were me, I would’ve kicked him out ages ago. Why not take the breakup money and support two male models instead, huh?"

Her words made me laugh, and she continued, "Come on, let me show you my treasures. Shh... don’t tell anyone, I’ve never shown these to anyone before..."

Sophie drunkenly unlocked an album on her phone. "Look, these are all online male models I’ve collected. See this one? His chest is huge, bigger than mine..."

"And this one, look at the shape here—holy shit! It’s something else..."

"This one, this one! His ass is the best I’ve ever seen..."

"So many styles. You’re sure to find one you like. As for that jerk, Alexander, let him go!"

Her words grew bolder, and I couldn’t help but blush. Ariana, on the other hand, was watching with great interest.

My gaze was drawn to the photos as well, though I couldn’t explain why. Each time I saw one, I instinctively compared it to Alexander.

For example, Alexander’s chest was firm and muscular, his eighteen-centimeter length was naturally impressive, and his butt...

My face turned even redder, and I quickly shook my head, trying to shake off the impure thoughts.

After seeing so many men’s photos, I still thought Alexander was the most perfect.

Some were too muscular, like a bear; some were too skinny, with no muscle definition to speak of. But Alexander’s physique was just right.

There were others whose bodies were similar to Alexander’s, but their looks didn’t compare.

I had promised myself I would forget him, but after a few drinks, I couldn’t control myself.

His face kept resurfacing in my mind, and though I tried to push it away, it wouldn’t leave.

Maybe if I drank enough, it would stop.

Only if I got completely drunk would I forget him.

Let this be my final drunken tribute to Alexander, a way to mourn my ten-year-long, unfulfilled crush.

Alexander’s POV

They had no idea I was standing there, my face darkened with fury.

Sophie, feeling the chill in the air, mumbled, "Wasn’t there supposed to be heating? Why do I still feel cold?"

She quickly shifted back to the topic at hand. "How about we hit a bar tonight and pick someone at random? The Scandinavians are pretty interesting, and I bet Vivienne, you’ll forget all about that jerk of an ex...”

At her words, my expression darkened even more.

Luckily, I heard Vivienne speak up, "Well... maybe not."

She didn’t think she was ready to move on yet, and she also feared getting sick.

My face softened just a little.

Sophie didn’t bring it up again, and the three of us continued chatting and drinking, the conversation revolving around the pictures on Sophie’s phone.

Vivienne, feeling light-headed from the alcohol, instinctively knew it was time to stop drinking. She was afraid that if she kept going, she might pass out.

Being in a foreign country, she knew it was better to be cautious.

She suggested to Sophie and Ariana that they should all take a cab back.

In the car, Vivienne was barely awake, her head heavy, almost on the verge of passing out.

Once back in the room, Vivienne immediately collapsed onto the bed, sound asleep.

The room fell silent, dark, and still.

Suddenly, the quiet was shattered by the creak of the door opening, and I entered, closing it softly behind me.

I moved to Vivienne’s bedside and sat down gently.

Under the moonlight, I couldn’t help but look at her sleeping face, savoring the sight.

In this moment, I could finally look at her without restraint, without guilt.

I truly missed her.

Slowly, I reached out and stroked her cheek, lowering my head to press a kiss to her forehead. I inhaled deeply, savoring her scent—though, of course, all I could smell was alcohol.

This little drunkard!

I pinched Vivienne’s nose.

Thank goodness she hadn’t agreed to go to the bar, or I couldn’t imagine what I would have done!

The room was warm, but Vivienne was still wearing a heavy coat, and soon she began sweating, uncomfortable. She groaned softly and instinctively tugged at her clothes.

I unzipped her coat and helped her out of her sweater and thick pants.

She was left in just her thermal undergarments.

Whether it was from the alcohol or the heat, her face was flushed, her lips slightly parted, revealing her pearly white teeth as she unconsciously let out a soft moan.

The thin fabric of her thermal wear clung to her curves, accentuating her tempting shape, making her look even more alluring.

I had originally intended only to make her comfortable, but now my breath grew heavier, my throat dry, my gaze fixed and intense. My mind went blank.

Especially when she let out another soft moan—it felt like fuel to the fire, making the flames burn hotter.

Vivienne, still unaware, turned over in her sleep, exposing the curves of her waist.

I held my breath, finally losing control. I rolled her over and kissed her soft, inviting lips, easily slipping inside.

The sweet taste of alcohol filled my mouth, and the long-lost feeling of intimacy returned, sweeping me into a daze as I greedily savored the moment.

"Mm—"

Vivienne’s face flushed even deeper, her breath quickening. She opened her eyes, clearly disoriented, and pushed weakly at me. "Alexander?"

I froze, our faces inches apart. I hadn’t expected her to wake up. I was about to explain myself when—

Vivienne shut her eyes again and mumbled, "Why am I dreaming about you?... I don’t want to dream about you..."

My face turned cold with anger.

She didn’t want to dream about me?

Then who did she want to dream about? Julian? Or Nathaniel? Or that man who made her pregnant?

I ground my teeth in frustration, watching her, wondering if she had more to say. Then, unable to control myself, I lowered my head and kissed her soft, pouty lips, fiercely taking her breath and turning the kiss into something desperate.

"Mm—"

Her skin flushed even more, and she tugged at her clothes uncontrollably.

Her collar was pulled lower, revealing her full, soft chest.

My eyes burned with hunger. Memories of the perfect connection we shared during those three years flooded back, stirring something long dormant inside me.

I kissed Vivienne’s cheek, then softly bit her delicate, white ear, savoring the sensation.

Vivienne gasped, her body trembling in response.

My lips moved down to her neck, slowly trailing downward, brushing over her collarbone, and onto her chest, lifting her shirt...

Vivienne groaned uncomfortably and unconsciously murmured, "Seri, don’t bite..."

I froze, my whole body tensing. I raised my head sharply, my voice low and demanding, "Who is Seri?"