Trading My Ex for His Uncle (Nyla) novel Chapter 2

Nyla downed her drink in one gulp. She had never imagined Clark would betray her. Seeing him in bed with another woman felt like a dagger through her heart. 

“I just can’t believe it. He loved you so much. He didn’t seem like the type to cheat. Maybe there’s a misunderstanding,” Valarie suggested.

Nyla let out a cold laugh. “I saw it with my own eyes. How could that be a misunderstanding?”

The room fell silent.

Watching Nyla drink like there was no tomorrow, Valarie grabbed the glass from her hand. “Even if he cheated, you shouldn’t punish yourself by getting drunk. What are you going to do now?”

“I’m getting a divorce. Just thinking about him with that woman makes me sick.”

Upon seeing the defiance in Nyla’s red eyes, Valarie’s heart ached. “Don’t think about it now. You need to rest. Decide what to do next once you’re calm. I’ll take you home.”

Nyla shook her head. “No… I don’t want to go back.”

Returning to that house would only bring back the sickening images of Clark’s betrayal. Each recollection made her feel nauseous.

Seeing Nyla’s reluctance, Valarie didn’t insist. “I’ll book you a hotel room then.”

…

After booking a room, Valarie took Nyla to the hotel entrance. “Are you sure you don’t want me to take you up?”

Nyla shook her head. “No, you go rest. I’ll be fine.”

She waved with the room card and walked into the hotel.

Seeing Nyla walk steadily, Valarie finally breathed a sigh of relief and drove away once Nyla was inside the hotel. What she didn’t know was that Nyla, when drunk, appeared sober but was actually a mess inside.

Nyla entered the elevator, scanned her card, and the elevator began to ascend.

Soon, the doors opened with a ding.

As Nyla stepped out onto the carpet, her legs almost gave out. She steadied herself against the wall, massaging her aching temples while searching for her room number.

The alcohol was taking its toll, and her vision blurred.

She found Room 8919 and tried the card on the door. Hearing no beep, she frowned and was about to push the door when it suddenly opened.

Nyla froze. Before she could react, a large hand yanked her into the dark room.

The door slammed shut, cutting off the light from the hallway. She was pressed against the door, a man’s breath hot against her ear, making her shiver. The familiar scent of pine filled her senses, but before she could place it, she felt the warmth of his lips on hers.

“Mmph!” Realizing what was happening, Nyla struggled.

Damon was strong, and with the alcohol dulling her strength, her hands felt weak, almost inviting as she pushed against his chest. Damon’s hands roamed her body, leaving a trail of fire, and her body grew more responsive under his touch.