Chapter 750 Too Kind to You
"Alexander, you're such a jerk," Victoria snapped at him.
But Alexander just grinned, leaning his forehead against hers, slowly calming down.
He could feel her warmth, smell that familiar scent. It had been so long, and he was hooked on it, couldn't imagine being without it.
He'd tried all kinds of body washes, but none of them came close.
What he craved was her, the real deal, her warmth, her unique scent.
"Victoria, do you still want your freedom?" he murmured, rubbing his forehead against hers.
Victoria looked puzzled, "Are you saying you can leave right now?"
"I'm not going anywhere tonight. I'm talking about the rest of your life."
He asked again, "Do you want freedom for the rest of your life?"
Alexander's voice was like a spell, so soft it could almost make people give in.
If Victoria hadn't been hurt before, she might've fallen for it.
What would a girl choose between freedom or a man, especially who was rich and hot?
"Yes..."
She made up her mind quickly, but the word "yes" got swallowed by his kiss.
He went for her lips, the ones he'd bitten before.
Victoria let out a small hum in protest. Alexander pulled back and whispered, "Shh, don't wake Strawberry."
Victoria clammed up, but her big eyes shot daggers at him.
Alexander met her gaze and smiled, then kissed her again.
Victoria turned her head away, fuming.
Alexander chuckled, "Don't think I'm kissing you because I still like you. I'm kissing you because you're a woman, and I like women."
Victoria got even madder. When he kissed her again, she dodged, then faced him and suddenly bit down.
He groaned in pain.
Until she bit him hard enough to draw blood, she didn't let go. However...
Men were born to take. When she bit him, Alexander retaliated instantly.
He was quick and intense, like he was ready to devour her.
He let go of her hand, his fingers skillfully unbuttoning her nightgown.
Outside, the wind and snow howled, but inside, things were heating up.
Alexander's hand slid to her waist, teasing her skin, turning the forceful kiss into a playful, familiar game.
Alexander was a master at flirting.
"Alexander."
"I'm here."
"If you keep this up, I'll call the cops."
"For what?"
Victoria reminded him, "Harassing an ex-wife is a serious crime, right?"
Alexander stopped, looked at her defiant face, and laughed, "Why don't you try calling them now?"
Victoria never expected him to challenge her like that.
"If you can even reach your phone."
Alexander smirked, then kissed her slowly again.
Victoria started to panic. His fingers felt like they were electrified, moving slowly on her skin. She took a deep breath and said, "Alexander."
Alexander asked softly, "Is your waist hurting again?"
Victoria opened her eyes and saw him clearly.
For a moment, she thought he might actually care. Looking into his deep eyes, she decided to take a chance and whispered, "Yes."
After she said that, Alexander suddenly rolled off her, but his hand slid under her waist, asking with concern, "Where exactly does it hurt?"
"What are you doing?" Victoria was a bit nervous, unsure of his next move.
"Helping you, massaging," Alexander replied with a frown.
They kept their voices low, not wanting to be overheard. Even though he was helping, the atmosphere was still very intimate.
She quickly looked down, "No need."
"Do you want a massage or to make love? Your choice," he said, giving her a domineering choice.
"Lower," she whispered, her face turning red.
Alexander's hand slowly moved down her spine, "Here?"
"Yes."
She turned her face to the side, catching a glimpse outside the window, and her heart sank. There was so much snow this year.
Alexander held her, gently turning her to face away from him, then massaged her while asking softly, "Does this feel better?"
"Yes."
"Don't worry, with another year of rest, it will definitely get better."
"I know."
She felt uneasy and nervous, not understanding why he was suddenly saying such things. A few days ago, he had used her waist pain to argue she couldn't take care of Strawberry, and the law wouldn't grant her custody. Today, he said she would definitely get better.
Victoria didn't dare to overthink, but she couldn't help feeling he cared about her. Just not as much as Isabella.
Her eyes stung a bit, and she gently touched them, whispering, "Alexander."
"What is it?"
"It's better now."
After she spoke, Alexander still skillfully massaged her a few more times. Just when she thought he would leave, he suddenly appeared in front of her and asked, "Is the pain relieved?"
"You should go."
"I'll leave after I see Strawberry tomorrow morning," he quickly responded.
"Then..."
"You don't expect me to sleep outside in this cold weather, do you?"
"But..."
"Sleep, have a good night."
Alexander leaned in, kissed her forehead, and then held her, closing his eyes.
Victoria found it very strange. He was acting very strange tonight. They hadn't mentioned Isabella's imprisonment, but she really wanted to know what he was thinking now. She wasn't dead, Isabella would be released, and then what?
The temperature around her kept rising, and Victoria started to feel sleepy. She reached for his hand, but he held it and placed it on his chest, saying, "Go to sleep, or I won't be able to control myself."
What was on his mind?
"Don't you think it's inappropriate for us to sleep like this?" Victoria knew that reasoning wouldn't be very effective, but she had to say it. It was inappropriate for an ex-husband to lie in her bed, massage her and hold her to sleep.
"I don't think so."
"But..."
"Victoria, if you keep talking, I really won't care anymore," Alexander interrupted her, suppressing his inner frustration.
Victoria's hand silently escaped from his chest, uncomfortably placed near her own heart. After a while, she couldn't help but say, "Please leave, okay? Please."
She looked up, weakly pleading with him.
In the dim light, Alexander looked at her glistening eyes, his voice hoarse with suppressed desire, "I also beg you, turn around."
"What?"
"I don't need to be too kind to you, I want to..."
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