Chapter 13

Kylie's POV

I blinked thrice to ascertain the man standing before us was actually Mark, my ex-husband. It was him in all his glorious hotness and his damn dazzling smile. This cant be happening, this shouldn't be happening. A perfect mixture of anger and shock hit the pit of my stomach as I fought to remain calm. I could feel the tight squeeze in my gut, my jaws clenching involuntarily.
"You are Lawrence Johnson's son, right?" Luke questioned unaware of the rage flowing through my veins inexplicably .
"Am surprised Lucas you ask such a question,"that jerk had the nerve to smirk. He was enjoying all this and the fact that he had no remorse or regret painted in his features, was making it difficult to maintain my calm. I had to get out of here really fast.
"It's Luke actually," I knew Mark was toying around with Luke, driving me to the edge of my insanity.
"My bad. Am not conversant with people's names though some of them can never be easily forgotten," I didn't have to rack my brains to know that was directed to me.
"It's okay-" Luke began but I cut him off.
"Am sorry. I have a small headache. I'll just go to my room and rest for a while. Probably pop some advil too. Luke will show you around and help you settling down. It was really nice to meet you," I smiled briefly at all of them. Lame excuse but I didn't wait for anyone's comment as I bolted up the stairs to my room.
I had to absorb everything and clear my head. Pacing around my room with a hand on my waist I began thinking. I could possibly be dreaming, I thought pinching my arm. I felt the pain and that's when it finally hit me as I sank on my bed.
He was here.
Not just any Mark but Mark Johnson, my ex-husband.
Mark was here.
He was here with my best friend as her fiancee.
A single tear rolled down my cheeks but I dubbed it away as anger suddenly surged through me. I grabbed my pillow and threw it to the wall in rage before sinking down to the tiled floor. Betty was too good for a manwhore like that. One way or the other I'll have to show her Mark's true colors. Dammit! Now my head was really throbbing. Getting rid of my clothes I hoped into the shower for the second time in less than an hour.
The water cascaded down my lithe body relaxing my numb senses. That jerk had the nerve to come back in my life after what he did to me. He made a wrong decision on making a move on my childhood best friend. Hurting me wasn't enough for his Rome size ego so he was now after my friend. I don't care if she would hate me in the end but at least I would save her the trouble of a severe heartache. After a long thirty minutes I stepped out of the shower only to stop frozen in my tracts.
"I see you haven't changed much Cara Mia," he smirked walking towards me.
His Italian reference caused my attention to waver a bit but I wasn't letting him get to me.
"Don't you dare call me that Mark!" I stated, my gaze refusing to wander off to his kissable lips or to the revealed outline of his chest visible under the three popped top buttons.
"Feisty much?You know I always loved that," he was standing next to me.
He raised his hand to brush off a strand of hair that had gotten stuck on my face. I shuddered at the unexpected contact as a sudden strong current of electrifying tingles ran through my face to every single part of my body. I swallowed trying to get away but his silhouette frame was looming over me making it hard to even move. Damn my 5'8 to his 6'
"Am not going to let you ruin another woman's life especially my best friend's like you ruined mine," I stated as a matter of fact but my hard gaze was having no effect on him.
"Did I now? Or did you not stop thinking about me? My sizzling kisses, my smile, my touch. You never stopped thinking about them, right?" his voice was low but seductive stating facts that I already knew but I would be a fool of to admit them.
"Of course I never stopped thinking about you. I never stopped thinking of how you made me cry Mark. I never stopped thinking of how much of an asshole you are and I can see you never changed. That's why you are not going to ruin my friends life. Now get out of my room. I want to change," I ordered glaring at him.
"Tell me one part of your body I have never seen or better yet, touched before and I'll leave," he grinned confidently as he walked back to sit on the bed.
He eyed me with a look that would have any lady dropping her panties for him, but not me. I was so over him, his intimidating looks and his irresistible charms.
"Can you for once stop being arrogant and give me some privacy?" I questioned tightening my arms around me suddenly feeling so cautious from the way his eyes were raking my body hungrily like a piece of meat.
"Don't you find my arrogance sexy though?" I scoffed at his boldness that was already getting on my nerves.
"Am going to count till three for you to get out," I said firmly watching his clearly amused expression.
"Or what? You are gonna kiss me senseless? I'd love that," my cheeks flushed but not because his Greek godlike hotness was having an effect on me but because my temper was getting the better of me.
"One," I counted my jaw twitching as I struggled not to lurch at him.
Closing my eyes I breathed deeply before letting out the gas from my lungs through my flaring nose. I could feel his hot breath fanning my head and I was better off pretending it wasn't affecting my senses.
"Three," I finished opening my eyes determined not to let my attention focus on his goddamn sexy ocean of blue eyes.
"Oh my wild cat! What will I ever do without you?" He just had to say that and my temper was full to the brim over flowing.
I slapped him so hard then again and finally stopped when I hit his cheek the third time. He turned his orbs to look at me a mischievous grin on his lips like I didn't just slap him thrice.
"Now I have a reason to kiss you tonight," he began walking out of the room but stopped his hand on the knob.
"You made a good decision in deciding to sleep in a separate room Cara Mia, " he added rather triumphantly.
"Say what?" she questioned.
"You heard me," he crossed his arms.
"How dare you say I eat like hyena? You know what? I won't talk to you and I won't let you touch me, " she said already jumping to straddle his well developed waist, biting her lips wistfully.
"Says the one straddling me," his arms went around her delicately small waist to keep her in position.

My Mr Ex
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