When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 112

Dorothea spent her morning at the salon and made it back to the villa by lunchtime. The past few days had been nonstop with hotel business, and she could see the exhaustion on her own face.

Once home, she sipped on the soup Linda had made, filled her stomach, then curled up on the couch and drifted off for a midday nap. She had no idea how long she slept. Out of nowhere, lightning ripped through the sky, and huge raindrops hammered against the windows.

The sudden noise sent her heart racing for no reason she could name.

Dorothea glanced at her phone and saw a dozen missed calls from Latham. All while she’d been sleeping.

She blinked, confused. Wasn’t he out watching the game with Wade?

She called him back, but no one picked up. The line just rang and rang.

Maybe it wasn’t anything important.

With a shrug, she grabbed a book, curled up again, and let the sound of rain soothe her. It was oddly peaceful, the kind of quiet she hadn’t had in days.

That peace shattered with a loud bang at the front door.

Latham stood in the entryway, completely soaked. His expensive suit was wrinkled and clinging to him, hair dripping water in messy strands. Droplets slid down his jaw, trailing over skin stretched taut with tension.

Dorothea’s heart clenched.

“You didn’t bring an umbrella?” Her voice was gentle, but she couldn’t hide her worry. The basketball arena was indoors, right? And he definitely had a car. How had he ended up like this?

She frowned, noticing a storm in his eyes that she’d never seen before.

Latham’s lips twisted into a sharp smile. “You gave the ticket to Wade?”

So he was upset.

Dorothea dropped her eyes, not wanting to meet his gaze. “Yeah. I heard you both liked basketball.”

Tears pricked at Dorothea’s eyes. She didn’t know where the strength came from, but she shoved him away with all her might and slapped his wet cheek.

Latham froze for a second, shock plain on his face. Then his eyes darkened, the heat in them only intensifying. He smirked, turning his head and offering his other cheek to her open palm. “Want to do this side too?”

Dorothea stared at him, stunned. “You…”

“Not going to hit me?” His voice was low, teasing. “If you don’t, I’m just going to keep kissing you.”

She couldn’t tell how long he kept demanding more, kissing her until she was breathless and dizzy. Only when she felt like she might pass out did he finally pull away.

Latham rested his forehead against hers, his breathing ragged and warm.

“Next time, make sure your gifts are up to this standard. Got it?”