Loving My Ex-Husband's Uncle

"Does it still hurt?" The man didn't take his leave after their passionate s*x. Instead, he embraced her from behind for a long time. As his warm breath fell on her, it caused a tingling sensation to spread from the back of her neck throughout her body. Isabella quivered and responded, "A little bit." Despite the pain, she felt a sense of satisfaction after revenge. Finally, she lost her virginity. She'd got to say that the male-w***e was not only good-looking and skillful but also very dedicated. Yes, she slept with a male-w***e, just on the first night after divorcing Trevor. She had ended her two-year marriage when Trevor brought his pregnant cousin-in-law back home. "I could be gentler." As soon as the man finished his sentence in a laid-back manner, he flipped over and pinned down Isabella again. His charm overwhelmed her, who had just calmed down, causing her cheeks to flush and her heart to race. She pressed her hand against his firm chest and pleaded, "Well, I'm tired. May I have a rest now?"  The man raised his attractive eyebrows slightly and responded, "Sure. I'll go take a shower." He got up, leaving a faint scent of mint in the air. Knock, knock, knock.  There was a knock on the door just as the man got out of bed in his bathrobe. Isabella's heart skipped a beat. It's so early in the morning. Who could it be? Are the police conducting a raid? I wouldn't be that unlucky, would I? While Isabella was in her nervousness, the man had gone and opened the door, and then quickly closed it. When he returned, he had a bag in his hand with the logo of the luxury women's brand, Blyssora, on it. "Your clothes were torn last night, and this is compensation for you." The man placed the bag on the coffee table and turned to head toward the bathroom. Isabella was a little surprised and also moved. Her best friend Sophia used to tell her how male-whores nowadays went to any length to latch onto sugar mommies, utilizing flattery and various tactics to get money. Isabella felt incredibly lucky because she had found a reliable male-w***e who not only had attractive looks and impressive skills but was also exceptionally well-mannered. "Thank you!" Isabella came to her senses and expressed her gratitude. She then quickly asked, "How much is it? I can pay you." "No need. It's on me," the man casually replied as he made his way into the bathroom. Isabella stared at the bag in surprise, confirming that it indeed had the Blyssora logo. Blyssora's clothing items were incredibly valuable, worth tens of thousands of dollars easily. It's hard to believe he simply gave them away. It doesn't seem like typical behavior for a male-w***e at all. Could he have mistaken me for a wealthy woman he can depend on long-term? Or perhaps, are these clothes counterfeit? Suddenly, Isabella's train of thought was interrupted by the sound of water running from the bathroom. A tall figure was reflected on the frosted glass. Although it was blurry, it still sparked infinite imagination. Isabella blushed even more at the thought of their intense intimacy earlier. A night passed, and she, who had gained some courage after getting hammered, sobered up. As the trivial matters in reality started to flood over her mind, she began to regret her reckless behaviors the previous night, believing that she was too impulsive. She actually slept with a male-w***e in a fit of anger when she was drunk. Enduring the intense pain throughout her body, Isabella got up and took out the clothes from the bag. There was a white chiffon blouse and black trousers. They were similar to the professional suit she wore the night before in terms of style and size. Isabella was taken aback for a while and then cast another glance at the bathroom, getting a better impression of that man. Not only was he good in bed, but he also took care of everything else. Isabella didn't dare to think too much and quickly put on the clothes. She took her wallet out of her bag, extracted all her remaining 800 dollars in cash, and tiptoed out of the room. The sound of water running from the bathroom came to a halt, and the man walked out with a towel around his waist. His legs seemed incredibly long and slender in the towel, while his chest and abs displayed remarkable lines and toned muscles without any unwanted fat. His face was profound with a well-defined jaw as well as captivating deep eyes. When he found there was only a stack of banknotes on the empty bed, his smile instantly faded and his face darkened. Hmph! Just like three years ago, she ran away after waking up. He reached for the phone on the bedside table and dialed a number. "Help me investigate a woman. I want all of her information." "Asher, I wonder if I've misheard. Are you looking for a woman?" The man ignored the shock of his assistant and succinctly gave some instructions before hanging up the phone. Then, Asher's gaze suddenly fell on the dark red mark on the pristine white bedsheet. What? Was it her first time?