Dear Ex-Wife You Are MINE (Victoria and Alessandro)

Chapter 21 I don't want to lose you

VICTORIA’S POV

I had no choice but to accompany my ex-husband to the toilet in his state of helplessness. It seemed

so small. Well, way too small. It’s Suffocating!

Letting him stand before the toilet seat, I turned around. “Do it.”

“How am I supposed to do it if you are not helping?” He asked in a restless tone.

“What do you want me to do now?” I was also losing my patience as I turned to him again.

He shook his broken arm slightly at me, making me realize the harsh fact.

“Help me take off my pants.” He said.

Such an embarrassing situation. The man I want to stay away from asks me to take his pants off! Well,

Maybe there is no nonsense behind it; we are still divorced and parted ways!

“Victoria? Can you please think later and do it fast? I am losing it!” He rushed me, and without having

any choice, I stepped close to him.

My heart is racing at full speed now. The proximity to him is not so good for me when I have deep

feelings for him.

I started opening his pajama, highly aware of his presence so close to me as his hot breath was

fanning my forehead. I could feel his eyes, making me more nervous and flushed.

I pulled down his pant only to witness the huge manhood standing so proudly. I sucked my breath hard,

seeing the angry junior before my eyes.

At this point, I am thinking, how does that thing fit inside me? After every one of our sexual encounters,

I would feel a throbbing pain, and now I can finally put a physical measurement to it. Grateful that it

didn’t split me up!

“What happened?” His low and surprisingly husky tone broke my thought as I looked up at him. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

He is staring down at me. His blue eyes dilated with darkness, filled with desire and hunger.

Wait... Is he turned on? By me?

Well, Maybe because it’s natural between two opposite sex? Other than that, there is no reason for him

to be turned on by me.

I shook my head. “N...nothing!”

“Victoria...” My name falling from his lips made my breath hitch.

“Y...yeah?”

“There is nothing you didn’t see before.” My eyes snapped at him.

Did he just say that? I tried to take a step back from him, but fuck my luck; I tripped on my toes.

I closed my eyes, ready to hit the ground, but Alessandro immediately caught me. He pulled me to him,

and something poked my belly.

The moment my eyes went down, I froze on my feet. His huge pride was pressed on my belly.

“Fuck! Don’t stare like that, Victoria. I can’t control myself anymore.”

His deep growl came to my ear as if it melted my frozen state, and I freed myself from his arm.

“Just complete what you are here for and get out!” I said, not daring to look into his eyes.

I won’t lie; things happening in this too-little space are making me horny. And no matter what, I do not

want to lose control over my feelings.

After that, he washed himself, and I helped him to wear the pajama again. This time so much careful,

and thankfully nothing bizarre happened!

****

“I am hungry,” Alessandro demanded after coming out of the washroom.

I was still a bit shy and embarrassed around him. So, I avoided his gaze and brought out my phone to

order something for him.

“Will pizza be fine for you?” I asked.

“Pizza?” He asked as if he was hearing this certain food for the first time. “Why pizza?”

“Didn’t you just say you are hungry?” He seemed to confuse me more often with his words.

Immediately, his happy face turned gloomy. “Do I have to eat pizza?” He was sad, sounding like a child.

At that moment, he looked so cute, and if my terms with him had stayed good, I would have kissed him

hard.

“What do you want to eat then? Let me know, and I will order it for you.”

“Well... Umm... Can I have something cooked by you?” He said, giving me a pleading look. “Please... I

can’t seem to eat anything else.”

I couldn’t help but narrow my eyes at him. “There is no way I am doing it.” I denied it straight away.

“I have already said if you want to eat something, you can ask the servants to make it for you. The chef

is in the mansion; he will cook it. And if not, you can always ask your Camilla, but not me. I can only

order takeout for you.”

He stared at me, looking somewhat stunned. Maybe, he didn’t realize I would say no directly to him. He

still didn’t get to meet the reality, did he?

“If there is nothing more, I will leave.” I stood up, and suddenly he held my hand.

Before I could say anything, he started coughing violently.

I won’t lie; it really worried me. Rubbing his back, I held him with my arms. “What happened? Should I

call the doctor?”

I tried to press the intercom button, but he stopped me.

“No need for a doctor. He *coughed* I am not feeling much well, he said. I want to eat some food, but

my fever and coughing are making it hard. Can I have some chicken soup cooked by you? Please...”

This is so awkward. However, after reflecting on why he is here, I decided to do this for the last time.

Moreover, the soup will also help his recovery. As the doctor said, only liquid foods are better for him.

It dawned on me that I was an idiot to even consider ordering him a pizza! Thankfully, I didn’t!

“Fine.” I sighed. “I will bring it later tonight.” And then I added. “Just because you saved me this

morning, I am doing this for you, Alessandro. Don’t try to think more from it.”

Saying; I left the room without looking back at him.

****

I returned with chicken soup for Alessandro. At this hour, he made me cook for him! I know I shouldn’t

be harsh at him, considering his situation, but what can I do? I have to lie again to my family!

When I went back, Antonio looked at me suspiciously, and I had to lie a ton and ignore his soul-piercing

gaze to cover up one truth!

When I went inside the room, I noticed he was working on his laptop. For real? He is sick and needs to

rest! But here he is, working?

I wanted to snap at him, but before he saw me, and surprisingly enough, he instantly closed the laptop

and smiled at me.

He never did that in those three years I spent with him as his wife. His work always came first over

everything!

Anyways, I didn’t bother much about it and walked inside.

“It’s still hot. Eat it now, I said.”

He nodded only and, with a smile, watched me serve him the soup. He is behaving strangely enough.

Did he hit his head in the accident? Who knows?

As though experiencing food for the first time, he closed his eyes and took a mouthful.

“Did you make this?” He asked.

“Of course, who else would have made it?” I rolled my eyes at him.

Alessandro didn’t eat but asked, “I heard from the maid that you are the one who cooked for me

before?”

My brow raised at him in that sudden recognition. “Since when you started realizing this?” I sneered

and couldn’t help the bitterness that rolled out of me.

He turned silent for a brief moment. But that’s not my concern as I stood up. “Well, I made you soup

and, as I said, for the last time. Don’t call me anymore.”

I was about to leave when he held my hand again. This time I got angry and pulled my hand from his.

“What the hell are you doing, Alessandro?”

“Please come back, Victoria,” Alessandro pleaded, looking into my eyes.

“Huh, what?” I was stunned hearing his demand. “You want me to go back to be your cook?”

I seriously couldn’t believe he said that!

However, to more surprise, he shook his head vigorously. “No! I didn’t say that!” He immediately denied

it and shook his head.

He seemed so frustrated as his impatient blue orbs again set on mine.

“What do I have to say to make you understand that I regret! I regret every second of my past actions,

Victoria... I don’t want to lose you; I can’t cope without you in my life. Can you give me just one more

chance, please...?”