You Promised to Divorce Me

In that instant, I inexplicably felt like giving in to my impulses.

What was wrong with being with him? Lennox was my husband now, even if we would divorce someday. I was his legitimate wife.

[The time you’ve lost will never come back, so value your life and relationships now. Go ahead. Don’t have regrets later on.]

Ash’s words flashed across my mind.

My primary goal was survival, but I also wanted a happy life.

I had chosen Lennox. No matter what anyone said, we were a couple now. And I currently just wanted to do what I felt like doing.

Even if there would be an end one day. Even if it would be irresponsible.

Something heavy and warm covered the back of my hand—his own, holding onto it tightly.

“I want to spend the night with you.” Lennox squeezed, his hand burning into my skin. “But I won’t force it if you don’t want to.”

His eyes seemed to beg me for permission.

“Well,” I slowly picked out my words.

I hadn’t expected that Lennox would voluntarily defer to my decision at this critical moment, even after stubbornly swinging things to his advantage. It reminded me of Ashuna’s statement that I was special to her arrogant master.

Suddenly, I felt that she might be right. I found that I felt powerful in this moment, decisive even.

But I still felt foolish, dreaming of a future for a relationship that was set to end. I knew that expectations led to disappointment, and that I could do my best and bid farewell with a smile when it was all over.

A neat ending.

It was somewhat bitter, but it was probably the best we could do.

The uncomfortable feeling quickly disappeared when I focused on the man in front of me.

If I’ve been given the initiative, wouldn’t it be polite to take it boldly?

I wanted to do a good job.

Pretending to be relaxed, I smiled at him. “I must have been tainted by you. I want to be mean.”

His eyes widened slightly in surprise, a subtle change that I could pick up without difficulty thanks to all the time spent watching him. Lennox was likely embarrassed at the unexpected direction our conversation took.

He quickly regained his composure. “For example…?”

“You know the fortune game, right?”

His eyebrows inched up his forehead.

“Let’s say I’ve been asked to choose between two options.”

Lennox nodded.

“Then I write each answer separately.”

“And?”

“I’ll ask the other person to choose one of them without showing which one is which.”

His eyes sparkled. “You’re going to leave it to chance?”

“Not quite. I’ll know which answer has been chosen.”

He laughed at my sly response. “Do you have any intention of giving hints?”

As expected, his quick wit picked up on my thoughts at once.

“I’m still debating whether I’ll tell you or not.”

Lennox stared at me instead of replying. I felt hesitant, but I looked straight at him.

He covered his face with a hand and burst out laughing. “This is the most interesting thing I’ve heard recently.” He wiped tears from the corners of his eyes. “And it really hurts my pride.”

Competitive man that he was, my provocation had triggered his desire to win, his obsession.

He climbed on top of me, his voice gentle. “Is it not good enough for you that I am your husband?”

“It’s wonderful.”

“So why?”

“Do I have to tell you my reasons? You said you wouldn’t force me if I didn’t want to.”

“But you never said you hated it.”

“I also never said I’d give you a hint.”

Lennox frowned, reminiscent of a disgruntled child who didn’t get their way. “I’m going crazy.”

“Well…” I giggled.

He raised an eyebrow. “How can you laugh at a time like this?”

“I’m just feeling what you always feel. You have fun teasing me, right? How does it feel to experience it in person?”

“Ha.” He clicked his tongue. “Are you getting back at me now? Are you going to tease me the same way I did to you?”

“Is there anything I can’t do? I heard that the principle of your strategies is to use any means to get what you want.” I smiled, deliberately reminding him of what he’d said in the past.

Lennox groaned and ran a hand through his hair violently. “I’m going crazy—Tell me, how can I convince you? Do I have to get down on my knees and beg for you to heed my request?”

In fairness to him, he actually hadn’t yet done anything to me the entire time.

’Should I stop here?’

It was a virtue to be prudent. If I bit off more than I could chew, the situation would spiral out of control.

I raised my hand. “Lennox.” I touched his chest and he shuddered. “I’ve decided.”

His chest heaved sharply under my palm.

“So?” He seemed a little nervous, which was amusing.

I slowly grabbed his chin. “Come closer.”

His body followed gently when I pulled him closer, close enough for my nose to brush the tip of his. Piercing red eyes waited expectantly for me to say something.

“Alright.”

He paused, mouth tight and eyes shining dangerously. Hungry, but willing to take his time to savor the moment.

I was the one who teased him first, but now I wasn’t sure I could handle what would come next.

“Don’t let me down,” I eked out.

Lennox sighed. “Of course.” He licked his lips.

My breath hitched as I trembled and clung to his shirt. A large hand swept gently down my body, relieving my tension. Soon, however, his caresses turned reckless.

His lips crashed down into mine, then traveled downwards to my neck. His scent enveloped me, augmenting the sounds of our heavy breathing. I felt hot enough to explode, more sensitive than I could bear.

Someone—I wasn’t sure which one of us—groaned.

Through blurry vision, I could see a man whose composure had been shot to pieces. And just like him, I found it difficult to come to my senses.

I felt a dull pressure against my core and gasped.

“Damn it,” Lennox growled and kissed me again as he began to push inside me, not waiting for me to catch my breath.

Moments passed and the discomfort eased and turned into pleasure. I closed my eyes tightly against the sensations, shuddering.

“Whoa, open your eyes, Olivia. It’s our first night, so you have to remember everything,” he whispered sweetly against my neck.

I couldn’t answer with words, a cry escaping me. The heat moving up my spine was dizzying.

Lennox’s movements intensified. He pounded into me, hands firm on my waist until all I could do was accept him deeply despite the overwhelming pleasure.

Perhaps I was melting.

My consciousness shattered. The pleasure wracked my body and exploded.

I felt like I was flying as I stared into Lennox’s eyes blankly. Tears obscured my vision.

“Please…”

“You’re doing great.” He kissed my salty cheeks, then my forehead, down to my nose, back to my cheeks. The kisses were more like gentle pecks.

Slowly, the sensations subsided. His face became clear as my ability to focus slowly returned.

I could see that his eyes were the deepest red I had ever seen.

“Olivia.” A hand began to slide down my body again. “The night is still young.”

Fresh from its peak, my body easily responded. I held him tightly and gasped when he moved once more.

It was the beginning of a long night.