Billionaire's Pregnant Ex-wife

Damn It To Hell

Damn it to hell. He cursed under his breath, calouting the time before the drug overtook his whole system. Once it did, he wouldn't be able to thank properly. Even his ironclad self-

control would be of no help once the drug took full effect. Liquid ecstasy affects the system twenty to forty-

five minutes after consumption and lets three to four hours. But the Aquid Natalie must have poured into the bottle of wine without him knowing was likely of high caliber since he could barely think straight now, as hard and stiff as stone

Five more minutes, and his mind and body would be beyond his control He had to do something before Natalia could accomplish her evil plans. But he felt so hot- so hot-

as though his whole body was set on fire, and he was having a hard time solving his enormous problem, particularly the bulge inside his trousers.

He cursed under his breath and turned his fists into balls at his sides. With what was left of his self-

control, he fought the strong sexual urge awakening like a beast inside him

Natalia wiggled out of her gown and dropped it on the floor in a pool of scarlet sikk. Removing her silk underwear, she threw it across the floor to join her go

1. wn. She stood before him, naked as a baby.

"Don't resist, Grey. I promise you will love the pleasure I can provide. I will ride you till you're dry Natalia purred like a wildcat, her high heeled stilettos sinking into the plush carpet with each gentle step she took reached him, she straddled him like a horse and brought her lips close to his. But before their lips could touch, he pushed her away as hard as he could, and she stumbled onto the plush carpet in shock. "You-" Natalia screamed in utter disbelief. She glared at him with daggers in her eyes.

"Go to hell, Natalia," he hissed.

Her screaming rage was drowned out by the ear piercing sound of the emergency alarm reverberating through every corner of the mansion.

Natalia's eyes widened even more. She looked down at the phone in his hand and paled as she

realized what was happening. Abruptly, she rose to her feet, panicking as she heard hurried footsteps in the hallway. She knew someone would see her naked

if she didn't cover her body, so she grabbed her silk gown and put it on.

She cursed under her breath repeatedly as her fingers fumbled to button the front of her gown. Her hands were shaking so badly that it took her longer than necessary to fasten all the small buttons. The door to Grey's office abruptly opened, and a dozen men in uniform burst inside, carrying loaded guns.

Seized with shock, panic, rage, and disbelief, she hastily grabbed her signature bag and turned to Grey to say something.

Grey didn't hear her words. The deafening noise of the alarm drowned out what Natalia was trying to say. But to his surprise, he understood her message.

"F*ck you, Grey," It was the exact phrase Natalia wanted to tell him.

When Natalia was gone, he quickly turned off the alarm.

"Are you okay, Mr. Bradford?" Blake skittered to the couch to check on him. His hawk-

sharp eyes surveyed the room, and when he found no threat in sight, he slowly relaxed, but he remained on guard.

"Mr. Bradford?" Blake repeated when he didn't respond, finally

securing his gun into its shoulder holster.

"I'm fine," Grey hissed irritably, then added, "I wanted to be alone."

Still not convinced, the head of security opened his mouth, then changed his mind before any protests tumbled out. He eyed the scarlet lace garment lying on the floor but kept what he saw to himself, "Copy, Sir," Blake replied, then retreated to the door. His men

followed behind him.

The door closed with a soft click.

Stillness returned to his office. The only

sounds Grey could hear were his own sharp breathing and the hum of the air conditioning unit in the background.

Where was his bedroom? He needed a cold bath to cool down his feverish body.

Should he

drink a lot of cold water first? He knew that water could lessen the effects of the liquid ecstasy. But he also knew that drinking too much could be dangerous, leading to dilutional hyponatremia, where his brain c Since he was too lazy to walk to the counter, h Successfully unlocked! led himself to get up. He literally dragged his

feet down the hall, groping the wall for support

his room was located.

the direction where he subconsciously knew

Grey didn't know how he managed to reach his bedroom or if he entered the right one.

But he closed the door right away, without bothering to check to make sure it was his. Hell, it was his house, so who carednoveldrama

what room he used?

His body was so hot. It felt as though his whole body was an inferno. He stripped off his clothes down to the last garment to relieve himself from the heat he felt. But even after he was fully exposed to the cold a

Damn! he cursed under his breath.

Shower. He craved a shower. No, it was sex he wanted the most.

The silvery moonlight slipping through the wall-to-

ceiling window illuminated the room, helping him find the bathroom. He dragged his feet once more in that direction while his fingers groped the wall for support.

Was his bathroom in the opposite

direction? Were the walls of his room this fancy before? He couldn't think clearly, so he wasn't sure.

He entered the bathroom, opened the

shower, and the freezing water spilling over his skin felt like heaven. It eased the burning heat in his body.

When he was done showering, he dried himself with

the towel he found on the rack.

Naked, he returned to the bedroom.

He buried his face in the pillow, ignoring his raging hormones. But the scent of the pillow smelled like Lily's favorite shampoo, mingled with the intoxicating scent of her night lotion.

Damn! he cursed under his breath, his erection hardening even more at the thought of her.