Dear Ex Wife Please take me back novel Chapter 47

ATHENA

"No man in there should touch you, Athena," Alex mutters darkly, his arm resting along the backseat, fingers casually brushing my shoulder like a silent threat.

I turn my head slowly to face him, forcing a smile that doesn't reach my eyes.

"Will you tell them I'm your wife?"

His jaw works, teeth grinding so hard I can see the tension in his neck.

"No," he finally spits out, his voice hard enough to cut through glass.

I let out a soft, bitter laugh and look away, watching the city lights blur past the window.

"Then you shouldn’t care," I say quietly but firmly, knowing it’ll get a rise out of him.

Before I can blink, Alex shifts closer, his hand shooting out to grip my thigh under the thin fabric of my dress, fingers digging in just enough to make me gasp.

"What did you just say to me?," he growls, and I swallow.

Not daring to repeat the words with how he's looking at me.

Ryan stiffens in the driver’s seat, eyes darting to the mirror before quickly looking away.

Alex leans in until his lips graze my ear, his hand sliding higher up my thigh.

"That dress should be for my eyes only," he whispers, his voice a dark promise.

“But since we were late, I’ll let you wear it."

I almost laugh at that. But feeling like I've pushed him too far for one night, I bite my bottom lip instead.

His fingers trail higher until they find lace, and his breath hitches slightly, but when he speaks again, his voice is calm and dangerous.

"If you let a man touch you tonight, for a greeting or a fucking dance," he growls, nipping my earlobe before dragging his mouth along my neck, "I’ll destroy him. And it will be your fault."

I swallow hard, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break, but my pulse is racing, my skin burning where his fingers slip under the lace edge of my panties.

His thumb brushes deliberately slow, circling, as he murmurs darkly, "You love testing me, don’t you, Athena?"

I grit my teeth, trying not to react, but my body betrays me with a slight shiver.

He smiles against my skin.

"I hope it won't come to that.”

The car slows as we near the gala entrance, and Ryan glances nervously at us through the mirror, but Alex doesn’t move, doesn’t stop.

"Remember," he whispers, sliding one finger inside me with a wicked smirk,

"one wrong move, and I make good on every promise I’ve made."

And then, just as the car stops and Ryan steps out to open the door, Alex pulls away like nothing happened, fixing his cuffs, calm and composed.

Leaving me breathless and shaking.

My legs are unstable as I try to compose myself when Leah pops out from no where and takes Alex’s arm. I see him react and say something to her that makes her keep her hands to herself.

I remain behind as I watch them approach the main entrance and I must admit, I'm a little hurt.

Cameras flash as reporters surround them making me sigh in defeat.

“Mrs. King-” Ryan begins but I give him a look that makes him swallow whatever he wanted to say.

“There she is!” I hear Noah behind me and I smile.

“I'll take that as a sign you can now remember me.” He flashes me his play boy grins.