Beg Me, My Ex-Husband

CHAPTER 8

TYRON was staring at the beautiful woman sleeping in his bed. They had just finished having s*x, and he made sure she was satisfied. Earlier, he had hesitated about going through with their agreement. But this tigress didn't seem to be clinging to him. She made it clear she wasn't interested in him. And that was good. He wanted someone in his bed who wouldn't get attached.

He really didn't like virgins. Once, he slept with a virgin, and she chased after him. She became clingy and thought they were a couple. So, ever since then, he avoided inexperienced women. He didn't want to be trapped. He had no plans to get serious with any woman. He wouldn't fall in love again because he knew it would only hurt him.

Tyron got out of bed and went to the bathroom, naked. He took a bath even though it was already three in the morning. The effects of the alcohol he'd had earlier had worn off. He wanted to go home to his grandfather's house, but he was already tired. So he decided to sleep in the other room. After putting on his pajamas, he stared at Emilia, who was now fast asleep. She was still naked, only covered by a sheet. But he intentionally didn't dress her. Because he had plans for her when she woke up.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, looking at her peaceful face. But her personality was far from it. She was feisty and didn't back down. She didn't even seem intimidated by him.

He didn't do virgins, but Tyron felt lucky that he was the first for the angelic Emilia. She was inexperienced, and he would make sure he took full advantage of her body until he was tired of it. And now that he had control over her, he would also make sure no other man could get close to her, like Tyron Evans, the rival company of the Pattersons. They were also in the construction business and were their competitors.

"Sleep well, because later I'll take you to heaven again," he said.

Emilia was the second woman he allowed to sleep in his bed. Most of his flings he brought here, but he never let them sleep over.

He didn't want to ruin his memories of her with Catriona. But now, he had done that. He had allowed someone else to sleep in his bed besides Catriona.

When Emilia moved, Tyron sat up straight. Holding his cell phone, he left the room while calling his assistant/driver, Mark. It rang a few times before he answered.

"I want you to buy Miss Green a set of clothes and dresses. Buy her everything a woman needs," that's all he said, and then he hung up.

He was sure their agreement would last a while, so he might as well dress her up. He wanted her to be presentable. Emilia was beautiful, but he wanted to see her always in dresses and looking elegant. He didn't like her wearing just jeans and a shirt. He was sure he would take her to his events, so he wanted her to look good. And he thought that even though she was feisty and was paying off her debt with her body, Tyron thought Emilia deserved to be treated nicely. Tyron was generous when it came to the women he was linked to.

Their relationship was purely s****l, but it wouldn't hurt if they got along. Not that they were always arguing.

He also understood her as a daughter who would do anything for her family. Because he was the same. He was the only grandson of Mariano Patterson, and they were the only two left in the world because his parents had died long ago in a plane crash. And he would do everything to make his grandfather happy.

After talking to Mark, Tyron went to the guest room and lay down on the bed. He closed his eyes, and due to exhaustion, he fell asleep immediately.

***

EMILIA woke up in an unfamiliar room. But when she remembered she was in Tyron's penthouse, she immediately sat up. However, she winced as she felt the soreness between her legs.

That jerk! He barely left her alone last night. He said he doesn't do virgins, but last night, if she hadn't said she was tired, he wouldn't have stopped.

"s**t!" she muttered to herself. Besides the stinging between her legs, her head was pounding from a hangover.

"Morning..."

While massaging her temples, she heard Tyron's baritone voice. She hadn't noticed him standing by the door, wearing only a robe.

"It's good that you only said 'morning' because there's nothing good about this morning," she said in an irritated voice, slowly getting out of bed. "What time is it? I need to go home." Her parents must be worried about her.

"It's ten in the morning. You slept so soundly I didn't wake you up," he said, now leaning against the door, arms crossed over his chest, watching her.

"s**t, I really need to go home," she whispered, and even though she was having trouble walking, she quickly went to the bathroom. She showered. After that, she realized she had no clothes to wear.

She shamelessly came out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. She was about to leave the room when she noticed a lot of paper bags on top of the bed. They weren't there before. She approached them and opened them. She saw that they contained dresses, shoes, makeup, and jewelry.

Emilia dropped them. They weren't hers.

She left the room and looked for Tyron. She walked around the penthouse and almost got lost in its size. Until she reached the kitchen. She raised an eyebrow when she saw Tyron cooking.

She cleared her throat to get his attention. "I need to go home."

Tyron turned off what he was cooking and turned to face her. He looked her up and down. "You're going home looking like that? Emilia, you're mine, and I don't want any other guy feasting their eyes on your body..." he said, staring at her, then looking her up and down.

She avoided his gaze. She couldn't help but think about how many times they had done it last night until dawn. Tyron was rough and wild.

"Add to that, your body is covered in marks. Do you want to advertise that you got laid last night?" A playful smirk was etched on his lips.

"What are you talking about? I haven't gone crazy to do what you're saying. I need to go home, and I have nothing to wear. I don't want to go home in a gown." Her dad would definitely ask her why she looked like that.

"Didn't you like the clothes on the bed? I'll call Mark to buy new ones—"

"Wait, those paper bags on the bed, are they for me?" she asked incredulously.

"Who else would they be for?" Tyron said sarcastically.

"Well, Mr. Patterson, I can't accept them. I don't want to owe you any more. I might be buried in debt..."

"And who says I'm going to charge you for those things? We have an agreement. And I'm not just going to use you in bed. I'll also take you to events if needed. And I want you to look presentable."

"Do you think I'm trash?" Her eyebrows furrowed. This guy was crazy. And Emilia felt even angrier when Tyron didn't say anything.

"I won't accept them," she said firmly. Tyron was cunning. Emilia was just being cautious, afraid that he might add them to her debt later. The paper bags contained well-known brands. She couldn't afford to pay for them.

"Then go home looking like that." Tyron turned his back on her and went back to cooking.

She went back to the room, annoyed. She looked for the gown she wore last night but couldn't find it.

She returned to the kitchen. She found Tyron talking on the phone. When he saw her, he hung up.

"Where's the gown? The one I wore last night," she asked.

"I threw it away."

Emilia let out a sigh. She couldn't believe what she heard. That gown was so beautiful, he just threw it away? He was rich, he didn't care about wasting money.

"Can you tell Mark to get my outfit from the salon yesterday?"

Tyron shook his head. "I'm the boss. You shouldn't order me around. I have clothes ready for you. Don't look for what's not there."

"I hate you! You shouldn't control me like this!" she said angrily.

Tyron didn't say anything. He acted like he hadn't heard anything, which made Emilia even angrier.

She stormed back to the room. She let out a sigh. She had no choice but to pick something from the paper bags to wear.

She took out the contents one by one and chose the cheapest-looking outfit. But for her, nothing was cheap, especially since they were all well-known brands. But Emilia had no choice. She couldn't go home wearing just a towel.

With her eyes closed, Emilia put on the yellow dress that reached above her thighs. She also chose some underwear and sneakers from the bags.

After getting dressed, she went to the dining room. "I'm leaving. I'll just return this outfit."

"Have some breakfast first."

She was startled by Tyron's words. Only then did she feel her stomach rumble.

She looked at Tyron suspiciously. He raised his eyebrows. "What? If you think I'm going to poison you, I can't do that. I'm not a criminal. And I'm even less likely to poison you because what will happen to your family's debt to me?"

"You talk too much." She went to Tyron and took a sandwich. She took a bite.

"You want milk? Coffee?"

She stared at Tyron again. Why was he being so nice to her now? Why was he being so accommodating now?

"What?" he asked suspiciously, not taking his eyes off her.

She shook her head. "Nothing. Will you make me coffee if I say I want some?" Emilia smirked.

Tyron shook his head. "No. You know why?"

"Coz you're the boss," she said sarcastically. She even rolled her eyes. As if it would be the end of the world if she gave him an order. Well yeah, he was the CEO, used to giving orders, not receiving them.

"Exactly. And I like that you got it right away. I like women who can easily understand things."

"But I don't like it that you like me," she said. "I might not be able to get away from you."

She had no plans to prolong her agreement with Tyron. She wanted her life back to normal, where she focused on her home, work, and studies.

She heard Tyron's soft chuckle. "Don't be so full of yourself, Green. You're beautiful, but you don't fit my standard," he grinned.

"I won't thank you for saying I'm beautiful. I don't want to receive compliments from you."

"That's not a compliment. That's a fact."

"And what I said is also true. And for you to know, even though you got me when I was a virgin, I won't chase after you. I won't stay with someone like you. You're not someone I'd chase after. You don't fit my standard either. I want a one-woman man. Not someone who has flings with everyone."

She suddenly noticed the change in Trent's mood. Before, there was a mischievous glint in his eyes because of their banter, but now he suddenly became serious.

Trent clenched his jaw and stood up from his chair. "Make yourself some coffee. And after you eat, leave," he said in a cold voice, then walked out.

What happened to him? Did she go too far?

Emilia shook her head. She just watched Tyron’s retreating back. She went back to her food and finished her breakfast.