My Ex-husband Crazy For My Love

In Binfield.

On the dance floor, men and women danced and swayed with wild abandon under the colorful flashing lights.

Michelle Greenwood made her way through the crowd. She wore a black lace backless dress, showing off her fair skin. The dress was so short that it barely covered her buttocks.

In a word, she was hot. She had nice, long legs and curves in all the right places, with full breasts and a slim waist.

As expected, as soon as she stepped into the bar, several men came up to her like hungry wolves, trying to strike up a conversation. Michelle refused them all politely with a dazzling smile.

Finally, Michelle saw the room she had been looking for. When she pushed the door open, she was met with deafening music inside.

Dozens of bottles of beer, wine, and champagne were scattered on the table.

"Michelle! You're late!" Nina Kim said. Her arm was draped over her best friend, Myles Larson's shoulder. They both looked a little drunk.

"Look! The star of the party is finally here! We're celebrating your return to being single. We've already drunk a couple of rounds. Come on, as the late comer, you have to drink a bottle of wine as punishment!" Myles broke free from Nina's grip. He grabbed a bottle of red wine from the table and came over.

He was right. Michelle had just signed the divorce agreement today.

Without saying a word, Michelle took the bottle and gulped down its contents.

She had been stuck in a traffic jam for two hours before she got here. She was so parched that her mouth had gone dry.

"Good job!" Nina gave her a thumbs up. "Divorce has made you stronger!"

"It's boring to just drink. Let's play a game!" someone suggested.

"Good idea!" Nina giggled. She liked to have fun.

"Throw the dice. The loser has to walk out and ask the first man he or she meets for a belt. Oh, and ask him about the color of his underwear."

This was too exciting! Everyone agreed to the rules readily. The atmosphere was lively and everyone held their breaths in anticipation as each person took a turn in rolling the dice.

Tonight, luck was not on the divorced woman's side.

Sure enough, Michelle lost the game.

She picked up a glass of wine from the table and downed it in one gulp. Then she got up and slowly walked towards the door.

Just then, a tall, handsome man happened to walk past the door.

He was wearing a black shirt with the top two buttons unfastened, exposing his defined collarbone. The hem of the shirt was tucked into his slacks, outlining the man's trim waist.

In a place like this, this man was probably... A gigolo?

"Oh, my God! He's gorgeous! I'm so jealous, Michelle! He's so handsome, I can't believe he's a real man!" Nina's face flushed with excitement, her eyes glued to the mysterious man.

Michelle took a deep breath and thought, 'Good thing my target's a gigolo. I can just solve this with money."

She approached the man furtively and tapped him on the shoulder. "Excuse me, sir!"

The man turned around and his eyes met Michelle's. She nearly gasped. He was even more handsome than she had expected.

But at the same time, she felt that he looked familiar. Could she have met him before?

Alcohol made Michelle bolder than usual. She shrugged off her inhibitions and swallowed hard.

"Sir, I... I lost a game. Can you give me... your belt? Don't worry! I'll give you a big tip for it!" As Michelle spoke, she took out a few notes from her bag and stuffed them into the man's collar.

"Tip?" Gerard Roberts asked, his lips curving up in a charming smile.

Instantly, Michelle felt goose bumps all over her body.

"Yes. Take it. I know your job isn't easy. Oh, also, I need to know... Uhm. What color is your underpants?" Michelle asked while patting the man on the butt.

The man's beautiful eyes glowed playfully. He looked at her up and down, his eyes so sharp that they seemed to pierce through her clothes.

Gerard took a good look at Michelle. She had a smooth oval face and dainty features. Her bright eyes sparkled with energy. Any man who saw her pink lips would want a taste of them.

"This question..." With one hand on the wall, Gerard leaned against the door frame and squinted at her evilly. He raised her chin with his long finger and said with a devilish smile, "You are welcome to find the answer for yourself."

Michelle was startled by the man's behavior. She took a step back, slipped, and almost sprained her ankle.

Fortunately, a strong arm caught her.

"There's no need to rush." A deep, masculine voice sounded in her ears.

Before Michelle could figure out what was going on, she felt something warm pressed against her waist. It turned out that he had placed his big hand on her. He cupped her chin and forced her to face him.

Her heart skipped a beat when her eyes met his. In the blink of an eye, his lips were pressed against hers.

Michelle thought the kiss would be gentle. At least it was when he initiated it. Then it changed.

It was like a chemical reaction.

He kissed her passionately and crazily, as if he was trying to devour her.

The tip of his tongue pushed past her lips and danced with her tongue, stroking it and sucking greedily.

This man was surprisingly good at kissing. Michelle, on the other hand, didn't have much experience. In addition, she was drunk, so she was unable to resist him. After a while, her legs became weak and were about to buckle from underneath her.

Standing nearby, Damien Mason, Gerard's assistant, was shocked by this scene.

Was... Was he seeing things?

How could this woman look just like...

Before Damien could complete the thought, Gerard's voice interrupted him. "Bring the car over."

Damien came back to his senses and nodded. He didn't dare to dillydally and scurried off quickly.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, or perhaps it was because of the kiss. Whatever it was, Michelle's legs trembled and she was a little unsteady on her feet. The man was tall. He cupped her buttocks with both hands and easily hoisted her up like he was holding a child.

Will you come with me? The man greedily sucked her wet lips. His enchanting handsome face became more and more fascinating now that he was filled with desire and yearning.

The kiss made Michelle dizzy. She grabbed the man's collar and whispered wearily, "Uhm. That was my first kiss."

Your first-?! Stunned, the man narrowed his eyes at her. "Your husband never kissed you?" he ventured.

She shook her head woefully. She had been married for a whole year, but she had never met her husband.

His eyes took on a dangerous light. "You... You can't be a virgin, right?"

Aggrieved, she stuck out her lower lip. But she nodded honestly.

Good. The smile on his face widened.

What's so good about that? she murmured, dazzled by his smile.

Before answering, he leaned forward and took her white earlobe in his mouth. "You can have me tonight for free. What do you say?"

Michelle trembled with pleasure. She looked at the man who was holding her, painfully aware of how close he was to her face. "I don't mind if I do."

His eyes were so deep and inviting she could drown in them if she wasn't careful. "It'd be my honor."

Empire Hotel.

As soon as the door of the presidential suite opened, Gerard put Michelle down and started kissing her passionately again. His hands grew restless and he couldn't help but reach under her short skirt.

He sucked on the tip of her tongue, rendering her speechless. She could do nothing but grab his shirt, her lips parting subconsciously. Gerard took this as an opportunity to deepen his kiss. She couldn't help but moan with pleasure-which was music to his ears.

Michelle felt dizzy, but her alcohol-induced brain was still focused on her mission. She grabbed the belt on the man's waist. After fiddling with it with her slender fingers for a long time, she failed to unfasten it.

She opened her eyes slightly, her breath short and her pulse racing.

You still want my belt? The man chuckled. He crooked his finger, unfastened the buckle, and pulled out the belt in one swift motion.

And... Michelle frowned and struggled to unbutton his slacks.

What else are you looking for?

The color of your underpants...

The presidential suite was filled with the sounds of the man's wild gasps and the woman's charming moans. And it lasted all night.

The following morning, a cell phone rang, breaking the silence.

Michelle squinted at the light and fumbled to reach for her phone from the bedside table.

Hello?

Michelle! Where the hell did you go yesterday? I went to the washroom for a while and when I came back, you were gone! Why didn't you answer my calls? Where have you been? Nina's anxious voice sounded from the other end of the line.

Nina, I... I'm fine. Yesterday, I... I have to go now. I'll... I'll talk to you later.

After hanging up the phone, Michelle sat bolt upright in bed. Almost immediately, she whined, her temple throbbing in pain. The silk blanket slipped off Michelle's body as she sat up. She looked down.

Oh, my God!' Not only was she butt-naked, but her body was also covered with hickeys! In that moment, she realized what had happened last night.

Morning, a man's idle voice sounded.

He was standing in front of the French window with a cup of coffee in his hand. Outside the window, the golden morning sunlight streamed into the presidential suite, illuminating his handsome features. He looked like a noble king that God smiled upon.

In a daze, Michelle stared at him for a long time before she came to her senses. All of a sudden, some scenes from last night flashed through her mind like a movie.

This... Wasn't this the man she had met at the door of the private room last night?

Did she have sex with him?!

But since when were male prostitutes so high-quality? If she hadn't known better, she would have thought that he was a very successful businessman.

I... I drank too much last night. It took a long time for Michelle to find her voice. Even when she spoke, it sounded alien to her. She met the man's smiling eyes and blushed. She quickly averted her gaze and started looking for her wallet. Pretending to be calm, she asked, "How much? Let me pay you."

Gerard took a sip of coffee and eyed her leisurely. "We agreed last night that I would serve you for free."

Free? Michelle's frown deepened. She tried hard to remember what happened last night, but in the end, she only recalled the passionate kiss they shared.

How will you make money? I refuse to take advantage of you. She took out a wad of money from her wallet and glanced at him indifferently. "Don't worry. My ex-husband gave me a huge alimony."

Gerard's eyebrows shot up. "Ex-husband?"

Yup. We divorced just yesterday. Michelle placed the money on the bedside table gingerly. "Judging from your appearance, I figured a night with you must be very expensive. But this is all the cash I have on me right now."

Suddenly, a thought occurred to her. She quietly took the topmost bill from the stack of money. "I'll need this to take a taxi. Do you mind?"

The man shoved one hand in his pocket and coughed lightly. "Help yourself."

What a nice man.

Michelle nodded in satisfaction and then looked for her clothes. However, when she found her dress from under the bed, she was stunned.

Sir, you... That was rude. I can file a complaint, you know.

Are you sure that I was the one who was rude? The man set his cup of coffee down and strode towards her. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt with his long fingers.

This man was as tempting as the devil himself. It was such a waste for him to have a job like this!

Look at what you did to me. He approached and leaned forward, grabbing her hand and pressing her palm against his chest.

Feeling the heat of his body under her fingertips, Michelle withdrew her hand quickly. "I can see with my own eyes, thank you. There's no need to touch."

However, even she had to admit that this man's muscles felt damn good!

With one eyebrow raised, he said in a hoarse voice, "I suppose you're right. You touched me plenty last night."

Flustered, Michelle was so embarrassed that she wanted to dig a hole and bury herself in it.

To her surprise, there were purple and red hickeys all over his chest and bite marks on his neck. She couldn't believe her eyes. "I did that?" she asked in disbelief.

He nodded.

Michelle laughed uneasily. "I'm sorry. I was drunk. I suppose I... I don't behave well when I am drunk..."

Yesterday was one hell of a night!

Not wanting to spend another second there, Michelle fled the hotel in a hurry.

The man just smirked seeing her retreating back.

In the office of the president of Roberts Enterprise.

The well decorated office was impeccably clean, and everything was organized to a tee.

Gerard sat at his desk, brooding quietly. The computer screen in front of him was pitch black. He was in no mood to work all day. He couldn't think about anything else but the woman who had accidentally slept with him last night.

Damien walked in and asked, "Sir, you wanted to see me?"

Investigate the woman from last night.

The woman from last night?

Damien's eyes flickered with confusion. He thought about it for a while before it finally clicked.

That woman... She... she's...

You finished? Don't just stand there. Go and get me all the information on that woman! Gerard snapped impatiently.

But, Sir, isn't that woman your wife? Damien finally asked after calming down.

My wife? Gerard's frown deepened.

Sir, did you forget? A year ago, you and your wife got a marriage license.

Gerard stood up abruptly and slammed his fists on the table. "You mean the woman from last night is my wife?"

Gerard had only married Michelle because he wanted the political connections of the Greenwoods behind her back. He was a shrewd businessman after all. A nominal marriage could bring huge benefits to him. Why should he turn his back on such an opportunity?

Besides, he didn't mistreat Michelle after he married her. Well, at the very least, he was generous to her.

They had been married for a whole year. But the two of them had never met, not even once. It never occurred to him to take his nominal wife with him to banquets and the like. He had too many choices. There were the daughters of illustrious families, popular stars, and fashion models. He completely forgot that there was a living, breathing Mrs. Roberts back at home.

Well, now she's your ex-wife... Damien suddenly added.

Ex-wife? Gerard raised his head and echoed absentmindedly.

Yes. You asked me to send Mrs. Roberts-oh, I mean, Miss Greenwood-the divorce agreement yesterday. She has already signed it and given it to the lawyer.

Only then did Gerard remember that the woman from last night mentioned that she had just gotten a divorce.

So, after she signed the divorce papers, she went to a bar to use the alimony on a male prostitute?

Although he had had a good time with the woman last night, he was furious at the thought of his ex-wife having sex with a stranger as soon as she got a divorce!

The fact that he was the said stranger didn't make him feel any better. Anger flared within him and his expression grew cold.

A year ago, he decided to marry the daughter of the Greenwoods for the benefits.

The Greenwoods had several suitable daughters and they all wanted to marry him.

But he had chosen Michelle.

Back then, he had caught a glimpse of her passing by the living room. She was a quiet girl. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and half of her face was dominated by thick-framed glasses. No one could see her face clearly, but she had a unique attraction about her.

When he brought her up, her grandfather disagreed at first. Although Michelle was his granddaughter, her parents died at an early age. She was a girl who isolated herself, so she wasn't close to her grandfather. As a result, the Greenwoods patriarch had never taken her seriously.

And that was precisely why Gerard chose Michelle. She was dispensable, which meant it would be easy to divorce her in the future.

Ending a nominal marriage that used to unite two families was common.

Gerard sank back into his chair and pressed his fingers against his throbbing temple.

Seeing that his boss had lapsed into silence, Damien turned around to leave. Just then, the man barked, "Tell my ex-wife that I want to see her!"

A few minutes later, Damien got off the phone and hesitantly approached the door to the president's office.

Gerard looked up from his desk and asked unhappily, "Where is she?"

Mrs- I mean, Miss Greenwood said that she's divorced now so there's no need for you two to see each other again. She also said that...

What? Spit it out already! The man was on the verge of exploding.

Damien swallowed nervously. "She said she was very grateful for the generous alimony you gave her. Last night, she enjoyed the perks of being a rich woman..."

Damien looked up at Gerard furtively and met the man's cold gaze.

The perks of being a rich woman?

Did she really view him as a male prostitute? This damned woman!