His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 2

"It's okay. I was lucky it's not broken," he said, looking at his left foot. That was the part she had hurt earlier.

Yesha smirked. Of course, it wasn't broken since she hadn't hit his left foot very hard.

"My name is Yesha," she introduced herself.

"Yeah, I knew you," he smiled.

So, everyone knew her? She was the department's contender in beauty contests. The guy met her description. He was exactly the kind of guy she was looking for.

"I'm Orville," he introduced himself. "My leg is hurt. Can you drop me off at the Engineering department?"

Was he an engineering student? Yesha thought. Well, she wouldn't refuse. She wanted to get to know him better. "Yeah, sure."

He quietly sat in the backseat of her car, avoiding eye contact in the rearview mirror. It seemed like he was trying to avoid meeting her gaze. He seemed aloof and not very talkative.

"What are you doing this evening?" Yesha broke the silence. "If you're free, you can go out with me," she added with a smile. She was bold but innocent.

"Going out with you?" he repeated.

"Yeah," she said, smiling widely. "It is an opportunity."

"What on earth are you? What the hell you are thinking?"

She smiled. "I am," she looked at the rearview mirror and their gazes met. "I am Yesha Montereal."

She stopped the car in front of the Engineering Department. He glanced at her before getting out. Their eyes met, but Orville couldn't maintain the eye contact. His gaze seemed distant.

"Why won't you look at me?" she asked him, grabbing his leg. He finally looked at her, his gaze fixed on her hand holding his leg.

"Don't you want to?" she asked boldly, feeling his strong presence.

"Maybe your boyfriend wouldn't like it," he replied simply.

"I don't have a boyfriend."

He feigned disbelief. "W-what?"

"Yes, I promise."

He nodded. "Don't tell me you like me? Correct me if I'm wrong, but I sense it. s*x is normal for our age anyway. But from what I've heard, you're too picky. But since you invited me, I can go out with you," he said, touching her hand. She could feel the warmth of his palm. He held her hand tightly, not wanting to let go. "This evening. Would a nice, beautiful lady like you be kind enough to pick me up?" He bit his lower lip.

"Little thing."

He released her hand and winked before getting out of her car. She was left smiling. She didn't know why she felt so strongly about him. His masculine scent, his enticing lips, his muscular chest – Yesha wanted him. As she peeked out of her car and watched him walk away, she couldn't help but notice his handsomeness, even from behind.

"What was his name?" she asked herself. Ah, Orville. A sexy and hot name, Yesha remembered, and she typed his name into her phone's notepad.

That evening, they went out together. She felt comfortable with him. He was also gentle, and she noticed that Orville seemed possessive, which was something she liked in a man.

She never complained or questioned when he took her to a hotel after their dinner date. She didn't know why everything seemed so easy. She was the one who asked him out, after all. She enjoyed it too. She wanted him.

Their eyes met with hunger when they met again. Both of them expressed their feelings through their eyes, their desires evident in their bodies.

She didn't hesitate when Orville began to touch her in various part of her body, even the most sensitive ones. He kissed her. Orville teased her with his tongue.

She surrendered to the heat of her body, closing her eyes as their tongues danced together in her mouth. He kissed her while slowly lowering himself onto the soft bed.

Both Yesha and Orville were naked as they kissed. Every time Orville's muscular chest pressed against her breasts, she felt like she was in heaven.

It brought her a unique pleasure and sensation. When Orville's lips left hers, he slowly moved his hand down to her womanhood.

He gently nibbled at her neck, kissing, sucking, and licking. His tongue and lips moved down, following a path to her peak and inserting the tip of his tongue, tracing the line.

Like a hungry child, he sucked on her peaks while playing with the other one. His mouth alternated between sucking on her two mounds and nibbling them. Yesha couldn't control herself as she continued to moan.

When he was done fondling her rich bosom, his hand once again ventured to her womanhood. He cupped her wetness. What a pleasurable man. She now understood the tongue of men. A man's member could provide pleasure, as could his hands and tongue.

What was Orville doing? He pressed his thumb against her entrance, caressing her womanhood. He stopped for a moment, then she felt his index finger teasing her wet opening again. She felt his finger, then fingers, moving in and out of her.

She cried out in pleasure. Orville's fingers were skilled and relentless as they moved in and out of her, bringing her closer to climax with each stroke. She wrapped her legs around his back, locking him in place to help him reach the pinnacle