A Vengeful Ex-Wife novel Chapter 155

James bent his head slightly and asked in a low voice, "What did you promise me the last time in bed? Oh, right! While crying, you said you would never slap me in the face again, but you seem to have forgotten. Allow me to remind you then."

He exerted a little more pressure to his touch, and Maria staggered into his arms.

His every move and every word radiated true masculinity. Maria silently scolded herself for being so hopeless. Trying her best to suppress her accelerated heartbeat, she retorted, "James, how could you believe the words of a woman in bed? It makes you seem inexperienced and naive."

"Fine. Since I can't trust your word in bed, how about I make you promise me again tonight in every corner of this room?"

Flushing, Maria raised her hand for the second time, but James gripped it once more. "Still not willing to behave yourself, huh?"

He pulled her by the wrist and tossed her on the sofa, pressing his body over hers without hesitation. Placing her hands above her head, he lifted the hem of her dress with his free hand.

"James, you're being unreasonable. I dare you to fight me!" 'Why does he always use this way to make me give in?' she wondered.

"There are many ways to fight, and this is also one of them."

Maria glared at him. "Why not bring our fists to play this time?"

The man snorted. "Are you serious? You may try to bargain with me again when you’ve strengthened your muscles!"

Maria was speechless. She was a strong woman. It was James who was way too powerful. "Apologize to me, or I won't let you get what you want!"

Unsatisfied with all the noise she was making, James bent over and kissed her on the lips to shut her up.

At last, the room became quiet.

If she wanted him to apologize, she would have to let him get what he wanted first.

As the rain outside was getting heavier, the voices in the room were drowned out by the sound of raindrops falling on the ground.

Later that night, the man's hoarse voice came from the bathroom. "You're not paying attention. What are you thinking about?"

'What do you think? I want to sleep, you son of a bitch!' the woman cursed inwardly. "I'm thinking about a man. Ouch! It hurts!" she exclaimed in pain.

"Why did you meet Lawrence in the evening?"

"Because I missed him."

"I dare you to repeat that," James warned her, his voice sounding dangerous.

She thought James was an asshole; she wished she could shoot him dead right now. In order not to piss him off, she had to say, "I don't think we fit each other, so we broke up peacefully."

This time, James was quite satisfied with her answer.

The next day, Maria couldn't remember what time she went to bed, but it was already 11 a.m. when she opened her eyes in the morning.

As a matter of fact, she had quite a restless night's sleep. For some reason, she kept waking up from several strange dreams filled with a bunch of random faces.

When she sat up on the bed, her head pounded. She raised her hands to rub her sore temples, also feeling a little difficult to breathe.

There was no one else in the room. As usual, James didn't stay overnight and left after midnight.

Taking a deep breath, she sniffed and noticed that her breathing was somewhat obstructed. It was not until then that it occurred to her that she might have caught a cold.

It must be a consequence of them having sex on the balcony last night.

Afterward, she dragged her sore body to the bathroom to clean herself up. In the mirror, she didn't like what she saw, so she put on some makeup to cover the bags under her eyes.

As Maria went downstairs, lunch was already at the dining table. From the moment the servant heard her noise upstairs, he asked the cook to prepare the meal.

Since Maria hadn't had breakfast, she was quite starving.

Therefore, in front of the delicious dishes on the table, she didn't hesitate. She put her bag aside and began to eat.

Next to her plate, there was also a cell phone, which Maria recognized. It was the same one James had taken from her long ago.

She didn't see the point in giving it back to her now.

After lunch, she took out a key from her bag and put it on the table. Then she sent a message to John. "I left the helicopter's key on the table. Please return it to

James when you have the time."