His Brother's Ex-Wife

Chapter 6

OPHELIA’S POV

At night, I still couldn’t get over that damn warning.

I hadn’t spoken to Julian either and just couldn’t wait to get off work to dance away my worries.

I knocked at Julian’s door and went in after a hum

“Can I get off work?” I asked

“No” he said

“Why? It’s past working hours” I countered, then he looked at me

“You never challenge my orders, is there something to this new attitude?” he asked

“No, I’m just a lot more tired than usual” I lied.

He got up and marched towards me while I took a few steps back.

He held me by my shoulders and placed his face closely to mine, his scent taking over the air around me. His eyes searched mine

“You don’t look tired to me” he said and pulled away. I gave up and turned to leave when he said

“You should go and have some rest. We have a lot of work tomorrow” he said

“How will you get home?” I was angry but still cared

“I’m not going home, I’m having dinner with Ashley” he said.

Why’d I bother?

I got to Velvet bar and lounge way before the performance started

“Velvet, why are you drinking?” Lucas took the glass from me

“I’m not taking it all, just a little more” I reached for the glass and gulped the rest down my throat.

“The performance will be on soon, you shouldn’t get drunk”

“It’s better when you’re not in your right state, Lucas” I tapped his hand before making way into my dressing room.

Almost an hour, I was ready to go onstage. Dressed and holding my veil in my hand, I stared into the mirror

“Velvet!” Lucas called as he stepped into my room

“Ooh, look at you in those clothes. I picked them out myself” he wooed and stood behind me, looking at my face through the mirror

“What’s wrong? Did you see that person again?” he asked

“No, fortunately, he won’t be around” I placed my veil on “This time, I might consider going into the crowd” I swayed out of the room.

“That’s the spirit!” Lucas screamed.

I waited for my moment to shine. While some wasted money on a woman who didn’t even appreciate him, I’m here living my career and earning enough money for Aria.

I stepped on the stage and began dancing. My name echoed through the club full of men. Wealthy men.

Ashley and other women hated me for being with Julian, but little did they know I’m also here with their husbands, making them lose interest in them and make them want me.

After a while performing on stage, I stepped down, strutting down the aisle as men reached for me, for a moment, I felt like an idol.

Brief touches and igniting their fire, torturing them with unending wants.

A man pulled me to his legs which was obviously against the rules but who cared when he handed me a wad of cash, clean and stacked.

Lucas was going to step in when I held my hand up to stop him.

My hand trailed over his face before getting up and continuing my service after handing the money to Lucas.

A man’s head was thrown back, with an enticing body that caught my attention.

I went over to him. Who dared fall asleep during my show. The tip of my fingers trailed down his neck then-

His hand grabbed my wrist and looked at me.

Shit.

What have I done? Wasn’t he supposed to be on an anniversary date?

I looked away and tried to get my wrist from his hand.

Am I tripping? Or am I drunk?

I kept things professional before blowing a kiss to Jaxton, my biggest fan.

As soon as I left to my room, I shook my head trying to snap out of any dream I was in.

Did he leave his date? Why’s he here alone?

I was up too close, he must’ve found me out. How do I even face him tomorrow?

I went in for a shower and, the warm water rolling down my skin, my hair settled down on my body, down to my waist.

I switched off the shower when I heard an indistinct sound from the room.

I made my way out, a towel wrapped around my chest tightly.

I walked around the dimmed light room, I saw no one and decided to go back to the shower when I bumped into a hard frame. Before I could fall backwards, his hand grabbed my waist, firm.

It sent a kind of excitement through my veins.

It'd been a long time since I was touched like that.

Now I was curious, who's this man and why do I react to his touches? I reached out to his body, he had his shirt on. Well, not anymore.

He grabbed my wrist still, that gentle groan beneath his breath did something to me.

His scent, oddly familiar but still I wanted him.

I trailed my hands up his neck, hoping he'd give in to me and satisfy this feeling that crawled back to my body after years.

His head lowered and soon my lips found his.

Like he had been starving, he kissed me passionately and I didn't hold back, I wanted it anyways.

His hands went down my thighs as I was leaned back on the table behind me. I jumped at that tingling feeling in my thighs.

He pushed me back by my waist, sitting my firmly on the table while kissing my wildly.

My towel loosened around my chest and fell down to my waist. He pulled away, his eyes hovering over every single part of me.

He trailed his kisses down my neck to my chest.

Soon his clothes came off as I wanted.

I sank into the bed feelings every bit of the moment just as I should, completely ignoring this familiar scent and figure. The night passed into an experience of pleasure that I'd been deprived of for years.