Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney)

ANASTASIA

The warmth of Aiden's touch sent shivers down my spine and I further leaned into his embrace. My fingers dig into his soft hair and I allowed his probing tongue entrance as our kiss deepened.

I let out a soft moan, pressing my chest deeper into him. My hands flattened on his chest as his hands pressed me deeper into his arms. Before long, my legs had taken a spot on either side of his body on the couch while we continued to ravage each other's lips.

His fingers massaged my scalp as he buried his fingers deep in my hair. The gentle pressure at the nape of my neck made me arch closer, my body responding to his touch as if no time had passed. The more intense the moment became, the more memories came rushing back into my head, as well as old emotions rising to the surface.

While the warmth of his embrace, I realized that some of my feelings for him never truly faded. They had only been lying dormant and waiting for the right moment to be awakened. I was reminded of the depth of what we once had.

A voice in my head screamed at me to leave, to get out of the arms of this betrayer, but it felt too good to be wrapped in his arms and kissed by him. I loved the feel of his hands as they cupped my ass and squeezed; how he pulled me into him just to make us inseparable for that one moment. I loved the feelings he ignited in me; I enjoyed the way my skin tingled wherever he touched, and I just wanted to stay in his arms forever.

My eyes rolled all to the back of my head and I arched my back when I felt his hand creep under my shirt and begin a trail upward. The feel of his palm against my bare skin was running me mad, and that was exactly the moment that I willed myself to come back to my senses.

I froze in his arms. What the hell did I just do? What the hell am I doing?! I reprimanded myself as I scrambled off him, falling clumsily on my butt on the floor.

Quickly, without a backward glance, I pulled myself up, ran to the door and fled the room, my heart beating rapidly in my chest.

As I closed the door behind me, I closed my eyes and flattened my back on the wall beside the door and regained my breath.

I opened my eyes and stared into the hallway. My heart wouldn't stop racing. I could still feel his hands on me and... I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lower lip. And I still wished his hands were still on my body, unraveling me like I was the special gift that he had longed for over a long time. I wished I was still in that room, on that couch, pressed to the hard contours of his body.

I shook my head. "What is wrong with me?" I muttered under my breath. Why did I do that? My throat closed up, thick with tears.

I should have remained in bed and endured the snores. I should have blocked my ears with the pillows. Why did I have to go to him? Why did I have to go so close to him without thinking and let this happen? Gosh! What would have happened if I hadn't regained my senses?

A tear slid down my cheeks. It has been years and I hadn't let any man touch me in those times. I hadn't even felt the need to be close to any man in such a way and one subtle touch from Aiden, I became a needy shameless woman in his arms. In the arms of my freaking boss.

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CLARA

After I packed the bag, I gazed at it and wondered if I had packed too much. Amie usually ate a ton but lately, her appetite had significantly dropped. Infact, it was as though she lost her appetite by the day. I squinted my eyes and tapped my index finger on my lips as I continued to contemplate reducing the food.

I shrugged, "Well, Dennis would be there," I muttered to myself as I counted on my fingers. "There'd also be the nurses, the..." I trailed off. Then with a raised brow, I shrugged. "There'd also be the friendly cleaners."

I decided not to reduce it as I returned to the kitchen. It would be too much stress to start unpacking what I had carefully packed up.

I dished a portion for myself and set it on the dining table. I would just take something before leaving. With all those antiseptic and drug smell in the hospital, I could puke if I tried to eat there.