President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

Nick stood by the bathtub, his suit trousers wet from the splashing water. Somewhere within him, an unexpected reaction stirred which couldn’t be ignored, while fleeting memories of that night flashed in his mind.

Nick had never expected to be aroused and get a hard-on that fast just by a woman calling him as her husband.

His voice hoarse as he spoke, “Get out when you’re sober.”

The clothes on Victoria’s body were completely soaked, clearly outlining every inch of her figure. Her long black hair clung to her cheeks like a siren that had suddenly sprung out of a pool, innocent, yet seductive.

The heat of her body began to rise again, she smiled wanly at Nick as she struggled to get out of the bathtub.

On Nick’s cold, handsome face, not a moment of hesitation was apparent before he pushed her back into the tub. Turning on the shower, he let cold water fall over her head.

His actions were far from gentle; they were almost forceful.

Victoria was forced to close her eyes. She couldn’t resist the desire that this drug was igniting within her, since she had only tasted sex once when she was unconscious. She was on the verge of collapsing from the uneasiness that desire was building up inside her.

Nick eased his grip, deciding to leave her to sober up. But he didn’t realize she had already reached out to him as she clutched the collar of his shirt and he leaned forward.

Before them, their faces magnified, lips pressed together, one cold, the other fiery.

The shower fell to the floor with a “clang.”

Nick’s throat tightened, and without another glance at the person in the tub, he swiftly left the bathroom, slamming the door with a resounding “BANG.”

Returning to the living room, he sat in silence, his cold gaze fixed on the window.

Declan entered, immediately sensing an unusual chill in the room, as though everything had frozen. He noted that Nick’s suit trousers remained damp, but he refrained from asking further questions.

“Mr. Andrews, these are the documents for tomorrow’s meeting. The online session is scheduled to begin in about half an hour.”

Nick nodded with a pale complexion, his focus on the papers before him. Then, a loud noise reverberated from the bathroom, as if something heavy had fallen.

Frowning, he didn’t pay it much attention.

In contrast, Declan, his curiosity piqued, cast a puzzled glance in the direction of the closed bathroom. Had he just imagined things? It sounded like there were voices coming from there.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

After Declan finished briefing him on his schedule, he was about to leave when Nick unexpectedly ordered, “Arrange for a set of women’s clothing to be sent here later.”

A flicker of surprise crossed Declan’s face. Normally, anyone could have a woman in their home, except for Mr. Andrews. So who was in the bathroom?

“What size?” Declan inquired.

Nick recalled it in his head and frowned, “Medium code.”

Declan nodded and retreated.

Nick continued to peruse the documents sent to him and didn’t check inside the bathroom. His restraint was a testament to his upbringing; he hadn’t simply thrown her out just now.

After reviewing the documents, he opened the computer he had brought with him and initiated the online meeting.

“Remove all the irrelevant reports and highlight the key points,” he instructed.

The meeting participants didn’t dare to offer any objections, sensing that he was likely in a foul mood tonight.

Inside the bathroom, Victoria’s head gradually cleared after nearly an hour of soaking in cold water.

She glanced around her surroundings and paled when she realized she was in a hotel room. Quickly, she looked down to check her attire, relieved to see that she was still wearing the same clothes as when she had left the house.

What had transpired earlier tonight was a blur, but her situation was far from ordinary. She couldn’t stay in the bathroom forever so she held onto the bathroom wall for support and stood up. The pain coming from her body made her more conscious. The memories gradually returned. She recalled being forcibly taken away in a car by two men. And then…

There were flashes of moments when she thought she had seen Nick, and…..

Victoria only felt a sudden lack of oxygen in her brain, especially when he remembered that he had grabbed him and even called Nick “honey” multiple times.

Embarrassing as hell!

She prepared herself mentally before opening the bathroom door. She found Nick sitting on the sofa, engrossed in a meeting.

He hadn’t noticed her coming, and Victoria’s voice trembled as she spoke hesitantly, “Honey… No, Mr. Andrews.”

The tension in her mind had been overwhelming, and she struggled with the memory of calling him “honey.”

Apologizing awkwardly, she continued, “I’m sorry, I was just…”

Nick’s brow twitched as he managed to pause the ongoing meeting, and the room got silent.

‘This silly woman…’ His face contorted with anger, and he glared at Victoria.