Divorce Him, Then Dazzle novel Chapter 304

It would cut to the bedsheets, the curtains, or maybe a vase on the nightstand.

Then, a time jump to the next morning.

But this movie didn't cut away. It stayed locked on the couple as things escalated.

The woman took control, straddling the man and pulling his shirt over his head before stripping off her own.

Down to just her lingerie, the screen showcased her stunning curves and slender waist.

After a lingering shot of her, the camera panned down to the man...

It trailed over his taut abdomen and sculpted chest. Before Camilla could even process what she was seeing, the screen suddenly went black.

She assumed the director had finally cut the scene, but a quick glance revealed the movie was paused.

She instantly looked at Lambert.

They were sitting close enough that the faint standby light caught the hard angles of his face, though his expression was shadowed and unreadable.

Honestly, him pausing it was a mercy.

Sitting through that with him was pure agony.

Suddenly, Lambert stood up. "I need to step out for a minute."

He didn't wait for an answer, his long legs quickly carrying him out the door and leaving her alone in the dark.

He stepped out...

They were both adults. She knew exactly why a man would suddenly need to leave the room during a scene like that.

It wasn't like she was entirely unaffected either.

She wasn't made of stone.

It just took her a little longer to process the heat curling in her stomach.

But Lambert's abrupt exit shook her more than the movie ever could.

The thought that a man as notoriously cold and composed as him could actually get so worked up...

Her mind betrayed her, flashing back to the night she got drunk.

And then to what happened in the car.

She had been sitting in his lap. She had felt the undeniable, hard evidence of his arousal beneath her.

Her face burned so hot it felt like it might spontaneously combust.

Knowing exactly why he was in there made her cheeks flame all over again.

She practically jogged to the bedroom, grabbed her bag, and started throwing her things inside.

She needed to be gone before he finished.

It was incredibly rude to just bolt, but she didn't care anymore.

If she stayed, she had no idea how she was going to look him in the eye.

Thankfully, she hadn't unpacked much. She shoved her clothes and toiletries inside, zipped it up, and slung it over her shoulder.

The apartment was dead silent as she crept out of the bedroom.

The water had stopped running. She didn't know if he was done or not.

Panic quickened her pace. She prayed he wouldn't step out into the hall.

But luck was never on her side.

She hadn't even reached the foyer when a frigid voice sliced through the air behind her.

"Where do you think you're going?"