Lust Contracts novel Chapter 23

“Why do you look so shocked? I’ve been looking forward to our reunion for all this time,” Brandon said before flashing me an enchanting smile.

“What are you going on about?” I snapped as I glared at him.

“Why don’t we sit down and talk first before…” he said before trailing off as his hands gestured to the large burgundy leather sofa set located in the middle of the living room.

Why am I talking to him? I should just turn and leave. I could see the king-sized bed through the ajar door to the bedroom connected to this living room. However, just like all those times before, my body couldn’t move when I felt his stone-grey eyes looking directly at me.

Brandon’s hand snaked out and quickly grabbed my wrist before he dragged me behind him, leading me to the sofa. He pushed me softly onto one of the seats before he took his seat opposite from me. The sight of him sitting crossed legged with the fingers of his hands laced together reminded me of the past that we share.

“It’s been a while since we last met, Elena. Around two years now?” Brandon asked needlessly.

“Why are you here? Where is my husband?” I snapped at him.

“Your husband? That loser won’t be turning up…” Brandon replied without a care.

“What is going on...?” I asked as I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously.

Instead of answering my question, Brandon narrowed his eyes and stood up from the sofa.

“You don’t have to pretend that you’re in love with your husband when you’re not…” he said with a chuckle.

How does he know about that?

“He’s still my husband…” I said defensively.

“Is that the only thing holding you back?” Brandon asked as he cocked his head slightly to the side and smiled at me.

I used to think that it was so adorable when he did that but not anymore.

“What are you saying?” I asked.

“If it is, then you don’t have to hold back anymore. That man, he’s no longer your husband,” Brandon said with a smirk.

He pulled out some papers and threw them onto the table between us. I gasped in shock when I saw the title on the papers. Divorce papers…and it’s signed by my husband. My husband wants to divorce me?

“What have you done?” I snapped as my hands quickly picked up the divorce papers.

“Me? I just granted you the freedom that you long for, Elena,” Brandon said with a proud smile.

This man…he’s just as crazy and reckless like before…

“This is crazy…I’m going home!” I cried out loudly.

“You can’t. Our business here is far from over. The night has just started…” Brandon said, clearly amused.

“What do you want?” I snapped at him.