[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 27: He’s messing with my head

Ash’s pov ;

My legs felt like jelly as I awkwardly climbed onto him with my legs on either of him. I was hyper-aware of his strong thighs, the bulge straining against his pants even though he wasn’t hard.

As I settled on his lap, my own cock pressed against his abs, while adjusting myself properly, my hips slightly grinded down on him and the friction sent an enticing chill through my entire body.

His hands add the pressure on my hips causing me to exhale a spin-chilling breath.

But as I waited for him to go further with his dangerous and tempting actions, he suddenly picked me up, positioning me on the couch with my ass in the air. "Don’t move," he ordered his voice firm.

Confused and vulnerable, I watched as he smoothly moved to his desk, rummaging through one of the cabinets.

I heard the unmistakable sound of something being opened and then Elijah was back at my side. He held an ointment in his hand. Before I could ask what he was doing, he slapped my ass, the sharp sting making me flinch.

"Why did you move?" he scolded in a breathy tone that made my cock twitch.

"I didn’t move, you bastard!" I cursed loudly, glaring at him over my shoulder.

"Oh, so you’re accusing me of deliberately spanking you?" He opened the ointment, the cold air from the office brushing against my exposed skin.

Adjusting my hips once again, he spread my cheeks apart. "Your hole looks red and swollen," he commented casually as if discussing the weather.

I felt my face burn with embarrassment, the shame of my position and his words washing over me. Elijah’s fingers were firm but gentle as he began to apply the cold ointment to my hole. The coolness was opposed to the heat of my flushed skin, making me shiver involuntarily.

"You’ve turned red from your neck to your round ass."

Sucking in my questionable desires, I tried to suppress the whimper that threatened to escape. Despite everything, there was something almost soothing about his touch, the way he meticulously applied the ointment.

"I thought you wanted to...," I began, but trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

"You thought I wanted to fuck you?" His voice was sultry as if he was trying to lure me into his trap. "I want to but not when your hole is swollen."

His fingers worked the ointment into my entrance, spreading it over the sensitive area with almost clinical accuracy. "You should thank me, you know," he continued. "For being so considerate."

I rolled my eyes while trying to endure the lewd sensation shooting down my cock. "Thank you? For what? Humiliating me?"

"For taking care of you," he replied, his fingers brushing against my hole one last time. "Even when you’re too stubborn to admit you need it."

I wanted to argue, to tell him off, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, I lay there, my body trembling with uncontrollable impulses.

Elijah finally stepped back, wiping his hands with a cloth.

"Get dressed," he ordered his tone shifting back to business-like. "We’ll talk about the blacklist."

I nodded, still too shaken to speak. As I gathered my clothes and dressed, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was far from over.

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Elijah’s pov ;

I watched him dress, my eyes following his every movement. My plan to humiliate him had gone almost perfectly until now. Now, all that was left was to reject him and see his hopes crashing down under my feet.

But when he turned to face me after fully dressed, his eyes were wide with excitement and expectation.

It made something shift inside me.

"I’m ready now! Let’s do it!" Big eyes excitedly exclaimed back at me making him look like a hyper-excited puppy.

I had every intention of rejecting him, savouring the pain and frustration in his eyes. But now, as I looked at him, I found myself frozen. Those eyes—they seemed so bright, so filled with raw, unguarded emotion—and somehow I found myself captivated.

I have seen him in many states: angry, desperate, humiliated. But this was different.

The way his eyes sparkled, the genuine excitement in his voice—it was almost too much. Against my better judgement, I felt something inside me soften.

"Fine," I heard myself say, not reluctantly at all. "I’ll talk to the directors and see if they’ll offer you any roles."

"Really?" he peeked up, his hands unconsciously grabbing mine. The gesture took me by surprise, the warmth of his touch sending a shock through my thoughts.

I looked down at our connected hands, then back up at his face. His eyes were shining with expectancy, his face lit up with a smile that did something inexplicable to my heart.

"Yes..." I nodded slowly, unable to tear my gaze away from his bright face. "Really," I said, my voice softer than I intended. "But if you fail the audition, there’s nothing I can do."

"I won’t fail," he shook his head determinedly. "I’ll work really hard. Thank you, Elijah."

That smile—God, that smile. It was alluring, and genuine, and it pierced through my defenses like nothing else. I watched him run out of the office leaving me standing there, frozen.

What the hell just happened?

I planned to break him, to savour his humiliation, but instead, I had agreed to help him. I couldn’t shake the image of his excited face, the feel of his hands in mine. It bothered me more than I was willing to admit.

"Damn it," I muttered to myself, still standing where he had left me.

No!

I shouldn’t let my heart flutter for someone like him. But then, an idea sparked in my head. I remembered my plan—my plan to make him fall in love with me, to crack him even more thoroughly.

This could be the perfect opportunity.

I glanced at the ointment on my desk, a smirk forming on my lips.

Fuck! The way his fuckable body made me lose my mind earlier is so dangerous for my mind. Every time, I glanced at any part of his body, I would inhale deeply and dare not blink to miss any of the seconds to admire his body.

I want to see that flustered reaction of his again that seduced me, I want to drink in that gorgeous face of his and that fuckable petite body. And that milky and smooth shape waist physically made me drool to grab it and sneeze it down on my dick.

I picked up the ointment and decided to deliver it personally, eager to see him squirm once more.

As I walked to his desk, my mood soured instantly when I found him engaged in a lively conversation with a male employee. Without hesitation, I walked over and loudly interrupted them.

"I hope I’m not interrupting you two."

"Good evening, sir," the employee greeted me with a polite smile. He looked scared and guilty. "No, you’re not."

I barely acknowledged him, nodding indifferently. Turning to Ash, I fixed him with an intense gaze. "I’m taking you home tonight."

He looked surprised but before he could say anything, the guy cut him off. "Do you guys live nearby?"

Ash shifted awkwardly. "Uh, yeah, his house is on the way to mine," he said, trying to sound casual.

I narrowed my eyes slightly, displeased by the lie for some reason. The employee, however, seemed oblivious.

"Ash, you shouldn’t trouble Mr. Elijah. Our boss is really busy," the employee said, concerned. "I can drive you if you want."

I rolled my eyes, ready to put him in his place, but Ash quickly intervened. Just who does he think he is to take someone who belongs to me home?

"Elijah wouldn’t mind," Ash let out with a strained smile. "We also have to discuss the new drama."

"Oh," he seemed convinced. Giving Ash one last nasty smile and a nod to me, he left.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Ash turned to me. "I saw your expression when you were looking at him.

I raised an eyebrow, my smirk returning. "Oh? And what expression would that be?"

He crossed his arms, clearly irritated. He changed too fast, just a moment ago he was all over me, buttering me up. "You were annoyed. Even looked jealous."

I chuckled, stepping closer to him. He really thinks he’s something worthy to get jealous of.

"Jealous? Why would I be jealous of some random employee?"

He met my gaze defiantly. "You tell me. Your mood changed the moment you saw us talking."

I leaned in, my voice dropping to a whisper. "Maybe I didn’t like the way he was looking at you. Or the way you were smiling at him. You never learn your lesson, don’t you?"

He blinked, taken aback by the sudden admission. "Why do you care? It’s not like I’m having an affair with him."

Grabbing his hand I handed him the ointment and tightly clutched his hand in mine making him hiss. Lowering my face to his face level, I gazed deeply into his eyes with a warning glare.

"Because you’re mine to mess with. And no one else gets to. And I dare to have an affair with anyone if you have guts."

His face flushed slightly, a mix of frustration and something else flickering in his eyes. "You’re so weird."

"I don’t give a damn about it. Now let’s go,"