When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 96

Dorothea grabbed a quilt from the closet and laid it out for Latham on the floor. She felt a little guilty, but if she asked him to sleep in the bed with her, she just knew he’d get the wrong idea. So she shut down any funny business by tossing him an extra blanket.

“Go to sleep,” she told him.

Sometime in the middle of the night, Dorothea woke up to the sound of coughing. Rubbing her eyes, she peeked over at Latham, who was curled up like a shrimp on the floor. She checked the clock. The air conditioner had switched off at some point, and now the room felt like an icebox.

She bit her lip, glancing at the flimsy quilt he had. Guilt prickled at her. If he got sick, would he send her the bill?

Dorothea nudged him. “Hey, Latham.”

He cracked open those dark eyes. “Hmm? What’s up?”

“You…” She hesitated, then just went for it. “Come sleep on the bed. You’ll catch a cold down there.”

He looked right into her eyes. “Not worried I’ll try something?”

Dorothea chewed on her lip. “We set boundaries. Just don’t cross mine, okay?”

He tried to hide a smirk. “Well, you better not cross mine either, or I might get mad.”

Dorothea just stared at him. Was he for real? The nerve.

They ended up sleeping on opposite sides of the bed. Maybe it was the exhaustion from the photo shoot, but Dorothea was out like a light almost immediately.

Maybe it was that call from Carmen earlier, but all night Dorothea dreamed of being chased by Albert. She ran and ran, but everywhere she turned, there were endless doors. Every time she opened one, Albert’s cold face stared back at her. She kept running until she was out of breath, mumbling into the darkness, “Go away, Albert…”

But the person pressing against her lips suddenly turned rough, all the earlier gentleness gone. Dorothea’s breathing picked up, a fire blazing in her chest. She started writhing unconsciously.

Suddenly, something felt off. She forced her eyes open.

There he was, right in front of her, even closer than before—their noses practically touching.

He pressed his lips together. “You’re the one who told me to get in bed last night. And you’re the one who couldn’t stay still, basically hanging all over me. I’m a grown man, you know.”

“No matter what my preferences are, you were still tempting me. Plus, I genuinely thought you were someone else.”

“I can apologize for the kiss. But you didn’t just insult me. You insulted my character. I think you owe me an apology too.”

Dorothea’s eyes went wide.

How did this get flipped on her?

Latham let out a short laugh, grabbed his clothes off the floor, and left the room without looking back.

Dorothea just stared at the floor. Guess this was what happened when you got a little too smug. Two days of smooth sailing, and now everything was falling apart.