Dear Ex Wife Please take me back (Athena and Alex) novel Chapter 141

ATHENA

Warmth.

That’s the first thing I feel.

Soft sheets. The scent of fresh linen. A deep musk lingering in the air, cedarwood and something...oddly familiar.

My brows pull together as my body stretches slowly, reluctantly, like it doesn’t want to leave the comfort it's found.

Pulling the warm bed sheets closer, I throw my leg over a pillow when realization hits me like a damn train.

Wait.

My eyes shoot open.

This isn’t my bed.

The ceiling is higher, the light brighter. The blankets are thicker, softer, almost cloudlike. My heart slams against my ribs.

Where the hell am I?

Did I go clubbing and leave with a stranger?

I haven't gone clubbing in years!

I sit up fast and immediately regret it. My head spins, my hair tumbling over my shoulders in a wild mess.

My son!

My gaze whips around the room, my breath catching and my heart beating faster and faster.

Then I remember.

The party. Speeches. Everyone getting together. Falling asleep on the couch with Rayen. The exhaustion. The way my body gave out before I could even argue.

Alex went up to get the keys when I decided to wait from the couch.

I must have fallen asleep.

But why didn't Alex wake me up?

His speech replays in my mind on a loop as I try to figure out why he has been behaving in such a strange way.

Is Ariana threatening him to be nice to me? Or is it another deal with Giana?

Because Alexander King is not the type of person who would say such things willingly.

But it doesn't matter because it all meant nothing anyway!

A quiet breath escapes me, and my heartbeat slowly begins to settle.

The panic fades, replaced with a different sort of unease, one that comes from being in his space.

His room. His bed.

It’s strange.

Too intimate.

Why didn't he put me in the guest bedroom? I know this is his room because it used to be our masters when we moved here before everything went south. But even if we hadn't stayed together, I'd know.

Everything screams Alex, from the scent that wraps around you whether you like it or not.

But wait….

Does that mean we slept in…

No no no no!

I laugh with a shake of my head.

He wouldn't stoop that low.

I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and stand, tugging the sleeves of my sweat shirt down as I tiptoe toward the door.

The house is silent.

As I descend the staircase, the scent of freshly brewed coffee wraps around me like a hug I’m afraid to accept.

And then I see him.

He looks like a freaking Greek God.

In sweatpants and a dark gray sweatshirt, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, his hair like he just ran his hands through it. He looks… different

Which is strange.

His green eyes snap up the moment I appear, and something shifts in the air between us.

“Good morning.”

His voice is deep, low, and calm.

I pause at the last step, my fingers tightening around the railing.

“I'm sorry for intruding. I must have been too tired and slept. You should have woken me up. Where is Rayen? We need to leave.”

He smirks at my words and walks to the stove, and removes freshly baked cinnamon buns.

My mouth waters, but my pride is intact. I wonder where he got them or who made them. Because Alex can't even boil water.

“Sit down, and I'll serve you breakfast.” He says softly.

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