President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

Victoria’s red lips parted slightly, her eyes sparkling under the influence of the drug.

Certain forgotten fragments flashed in Nick’s mind, similar to the look she had given him not so long ago. Strangely, his heart warmed a little.

Sensing an opportunity, Victoria clung to him even tighter. Nick’s lack of resistance puzzled Weston.

Earlier in the day, Nick had firmly denied any connection to Victoria and admitted that she was not his wife, so what was happening now?

His eyes went to Victoria, and he swallowed hard,”Poppy, I’m Weston. Come with me.”

He expected the drug to have taken effect. She should have lost her senses by now and no longer be able to resist whoever took her away.

With that statement he reached out, ready to take her away, but he hesitated when he saw the look on Nick’s face.

Nick wasn’t naive; how could this woman be Weston’s girlfriend when she had broken into his changing room earlier and had been avoiding Weston throughout the day?This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Your girlfriend? Mr. Kingsley should know better,” Nick retorted.

Before he could finish his sentence, his voice trailed off as he looked down at the woman who was stirring on his neck.

Victoria’s eyes looked innocent, her bold behavior in stark contrast to her appearance, as if she were an eager cat. Her red lips ran over his neck with kisses.

The heat was unbearable, and she needed to cool off. Her body felt like it was on fire, and the man in front of her was as cool as ice. Desperately, she sought that cooling touch, craving more.

Weston watched her movements, and felt nervousness building within him. Victoria’s actions and expressions were tantalizing, much like her name suggested-dangerous and alluring, beckoning for more.

Did Nick harve feelings for her as well? Wasn’t he known for avoiding romantic relationships with women?

Nick’s lips pressed into a firm line, and his eyes darkened. The situation was reaching a point where he might lose face.

With one hand, Nick restrained Victoria’s attempts to touch him, keeping her hands at bay while his other arm encircled her waist, preventing her from moving further. He led her to the other side of the elevator, leaving Weston behind.

Weston didn’t dare to stop him, let alone ask more questions. It was clear that Nick had his sights set on that woman for the night, and he wouldn’t risk interfering.

Clutching his clenched fist at his side, Weston walked away with a dark expression.

All his efforts had been in vain, and he seethed with frustration. He was well aware of the effectiveness of the drug, and tonight, Victoria would likely be obedient.

The two men who had been trailing behind Weston spoke cautiously, “Mr. Kingsley, we…”

“Get lost!” Weston snapped, his face twisted in anger, and he hastily left the hotel.

As the elevator ascended, Victoria’s hands, which were bound, couldn’t touch Nick’s waist. However, her mouth remained active, nibbling at him through his shirt.

Nick’s handsome face darkened further, and he tried to free his hand to call the lobby manager for another room.

But just as he was about to release her, Victoria suddenly bit down on his collarbone, leaving a mark that wasn’t overly deep.

A sharp hiss escaped his lips.

“So hot…”

Her misty eyes locked onto him, her damp lashes expressing desire, her gaze never leaving his.

With half-lidded eyes and unsteady breaths, her action momentarily disrupted Nick’s thoughts. As soon as the elevator doors opened, he led her directly to his room.

Inside the bathroom, Nick turned on the faucet, letting cold water flow freely. Taking advantage of this moment, Victoria’s freed hands once again encircled his neck. Her nose sought the cool scent of his body, and her lips brushed against his ear.

“Honey.”

Nick tilted his head away, and without hesitation, he pushed her into the tub filled with cold water.

“Ahh…!”

The icy water shocked her body, instantly dispelling the heat. Victoria shivered as her entire body reacted to the cold.

“Are you sober?”