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ONE-NIGHT STAND WITH MY EX-HUSBAND’S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE Novel Cover

ONE-NIGHT STAND WITH MY EX-HUSBAND’S BILLIONAIRE UNCLE

After discovering her husband’s infidelity, Chloe chooses a night of reckless rebellion with a powerful stranger. She soon learns her mysterious lover is actually her ex-husband's formidable uncle, the billionaire CEO Oliver. What began as a defiant one-night stand evolves into a complex web of attraction and family scandal. As secrets emerge, Chloe must navigate the intense tension between her past betrayal and an unexpected future with the man her ex fears most.
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Chapter 3

Yvonne’s POV

We keep slow dancing and just say things in between, trying to get to know ourselves.

"So, what do you do Yvonne?" Hearing him pronounce my full name does wonders to my heart

"Oh well, right after college I started accounting at my mom's company and I've been doing that since."

"Oh, that's cool. She must pay so well then?" he asked.

"Well, she does try," I say grinning.

"What do you do?"

"Well I?-”

I cut him short just as he's about to answer.

"Let me guess, you own a company? Yes you do! You own Georgio!” It just clicked into place right now.

I go ahead to talk without letting him reply.

"I met you somewhere before, even though not in person as at the time."

"Yeah, I own that company."

"Well I know that now."

Sizing him twice he looked to be about ten years older than Christian. I couldn't help but think about the reason he didn't have a wife or some eye candy at least on his arms..

Remembering I was standing with him I brought him back into the conversation .

"Well, Alex, how old are you?"

"Old enough sweetheart."

"Oh no don't patronize me, you don't seem to have a wife how's that?"

"Why are you interested in that, sweet heart?" he teased, in a twisted way I was enjoying this..

" Because I want to know G-A-B-R-I-E-L, " I teased. I mean two could play this game..

He leaves my waist suddenly and heads toward a dimly lit hallway, one that I guessed led to the restrooms. My heart thudded as I realized what he was playing at.

Without overthinking, I followed him. I mean what was the worst that could happen?

The hallway was quiet, the music from the main room faint in the background.

Halfway down, he suddenly stopped and turned around. I froze as his intense gaze locked onto mine.

Before I could take another step, he moved swiftly, closing the distance between us and pinned me against the wall. His muscular body pressed hard against mine, his hands trapping my wrists above my head. My breathing quickened, trapped between him and the cold wall, his face just inches from mine.

His calm demeanor out the window, apparently he was determined to play this dangerous game so well. One I was accustomed to before getting married to that betraying bastard Christian.

A sly smirk spread across his face as his eyes travelled over me, slow and knowing. I felt exposed, but I didn’t care. His look sent a shiver through me, making my body tremble under his hold.

“What do you really want, Yvonne?" he asked, his voice calm, but there was a certain force in it.

“You ,” I replied, with boldness. Scratch that, my voice was a bit shaky. I did want him but I don't think I did on this manner, in this way, outside of an actual bedroom

“How old are you?” he asked next, his eyes still on mine.

"Old enough Alex."

He chuckled at my reply," I see, following in my footsteps now are we?"

"What can I say! I have the best teacher "

“And who's that?” His eyes narrowed slightly, waiting.

“You of course,” I answered without hesitation. Was he dumb? Is that why he wasn't married or taken at least? I chide myself as soon as the thought came in, I knew he wasn't dumb.

For a moment the air between us felt electric. Then he leaned closer, his face inched closer to mine, his breath warm and tantalizing. “You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he said, his tone low, a warning laced in every word.

“Maybe I do,” I countered, tilting my chin up. “I know what I see–a man who wants me just as much as I want him.”

His lips twitched into a brief smile.

“You’re bold, I’ll give you that. But I’m not exactly your type, am I? The kind of man you chase after. I’m too old and perhaps dangerous for you.

"Well , let me be the judge of that, will you?"

His eyes darkened as his grip tightened on my wrist. “I’m giving you a chance to walk away, or I won’t be able to stop myself.” His lips curved into a smile,

For a second doubt crossed my mind.

This man was right, I hardly knew him, yet here I was ready to offer myself to him. But the ache in my chest and the anger towards Christian in my veins refused to let me back down. Besides, I do like this man .

“I’m not leaving,” I said softly, despite the rush of emotions coursing through me.

His hands released my wrists, but instead of moving back, his fingers grazed along the neckline of my dress. The light touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, my skin burning where his fingertips lingered.

His calm and sweet demeanor back he said “We shouldn't do this here you know, ” he murmured, his lips brushing against the curve of my jaw. “You deserve more than this flimsy thing we're about to have .”

“I know, what do you think?" I asked.

My limbs felt numb under him, but my body was wide awake with a need no one had ever

Awakened, my body trembling under his touch. My eyes dropped to his lips, full and tempting. I watched, craving more, as his tongue slowly swept across his bottom lip. “How could I possibly want you to stop when my body is aching for your touch.” The words slipped before I could stop them.

For a second, I thought he suggested going to a hotel but then something in him snapped. His lips inched closer to mine, and his fingers lightly stroked my cleavage. The touch made my breasts push higher against my dress, my chest heaving as my heartbeat raced.

It was all getting too intense, and I was tempted to run and pretend this never happened. But the ache between my legs was too strong to ignore. I wasn’t about to let this moment slip away. “Kiss me,” I whispered, pressing my body closer to him in a slow, seductive tease. “Make me forget him.

His lips crashed into mine, kissing me hard and deep. There was no softness, only raw desire burning between us. His mouth explored mine, his teeth nibbling my lower lip before he sucked on it, demanding more from me with each stroke of his tongue.

"We can't do this here" I said finally coming back to my senses..

"Well I'll drive, let's get out of here"

"Okay," I didn't need any more persuasion. I went with him to this hotel not so far from the gala..

When we got there, there was no foreplay, just sex. Oh well, just a little foreplay, because we both silently agreed we had teased ourselves enough already.

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