Chapter 84:
Their six-month separation in different beds had created a chasm between them, eliminating both physical closeness and intimacy. He approached her deliberately, each step closing the distance as an invisible aura seemed to shimmer around her form.
Freya’s brow creased with subtle disapproval, discomfort evident in her posture.
“I have things to do,” she announced, attempting to break the building tension.
“Don’t tell me you don’t understand what it means that Edwin arranged for you to be here with me.” Kristian’s voice deepened as his breathing grew heavier, his eyes darkening with intensity. “Do you think I’ll let you leave now?”
Freya met his stare head-on. “Are you saying you want to sleep with me?”
Kristian edged closer, catching the fresh scent that emanated from her skin. His voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Yes.”
Freya remained wordless, her silence heavy with meaning.
Just as she prepared to dismiss him, strong arms suddenly lifted her, depositing her onto the soft surface of the bed.
“Kristian…” His name escaped her lips as a warning.
“Don’t speak.” Kristian’s towering figure loomed above her, his arms creating a cage around her slender frame.
Their faces hovered mere inches apart, their breaths mingling in the charged space between them.
Freya sensed the heat radiating from his body, growing by the second. Having shared eighteen months of marriage and a bed with him, she recognized this particular response all too well.
“You’ve been quite the troublemaker lately, haven’t you?” Kristian murmured, his breath brushing against her cheek. “There were times I wanted to drag you home and set you straight.”
𝗟𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝙙𝗶𝙨𝗰𝗼𝙫𝗲𝗿𝙮 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻: gⱯ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⩷⪻𝖼𝗈𝗺
Freya didn’t flinch or look away.
Kristian’s gaze dropped to her lips, lingering. His Adam’s apple moved as he swallowed, the temperature between them rising. His eyes darkened as he leaned in. Freya turned her head aside.
Kristian had always been the one in control—leading, overwhelming, making her feel both pleasure and madness. But he was no longer hers.
“Why are you avoiding me?” His voice was husky, the kind that could unnerve even the steadiest resolve.
Freya’s reply was blunt. “I don’t sleep with just any man.”
Kristian stilled. For a second, he just stared at her, as if her words didn’t compute. “What?”
“You heard me.” Freya held his gaze. “Don’t pretend you don’t get it.”
Kristian’s jaw tightened. “We haven’t finalized the divorce.” Something flickered in his eyes as he recalled what Gerard had mentioned earlier. “We’re still married.”
Freya’s voice was steady, unwavering. “Did you forget about Ashley? Aren’t you worried she’ll find out you’re sharing a bed with me behind her back?”
It was as if she had doused him in ice water. The heat between them evaporated in an instant.
“Move,” she said, her voice calm, almost indifferent.
Though Kristian’s gaze remained penetrating, he eventually relented, rising from the bed to sit in the living room, a palpable heaviness surrounding him.
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