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Dear Wife, I Hate You (by Josephine Mbanefo) novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Nolan’s Pov

The music was loud. The champagne was decent. The business talk? Boring, as usual.

I nodded politely at the men around me. They were going on and on about contracts, mergers, expansions. I’d heard this same speech at a doren porties.

Then my eyes drifted around and 1 or Lilith in the corney.

Alont

She was drinking

She downed one glass, then another. Her hand moved too quickly. Her head tilted back roo far. She wasn’t sipping. She was trying to forget.

I stopped listening to the conversation. One of the men said something to me, but my focus had already left.

Excuse me.I muttered. I’ll be right back. Just a sec.

I set my glass down on the table and walked away. My steps were steady, but inside I felt this strange pull. Like something was about to go wrong.

She didn’t even see me coming.

She was in her own world. Her eyes glazed, her body slightly swaying to the music. She looked hurt. Tired.

Lost

After trying to talk to drunk Lilith, everything happened so fast

Her eyes met mine.

Then her hands were on my chest.

And then, her lips were on mine.

It was Soft. Warm. Tasting like alcohol and sweetness and pain.

I should’ve pulled back

I should’ve told her to stop.

She was Killian’s wife. My brother’s wife

But I didn’t stop her

I kissed her back.

I kissed her harder.

My hand reached for her neck, gently cupping it. I brought her closer. I felt her small frame melt against mine. My other hand found her waist. I pulled her in. I kissed her like I had never kissed anyone before.

It was wrong.

So, so wrong.

But God, it felt right in the worst way.

She moaned softly against my lips, and I almost lost it. Her body was so small, so delicate in my arms. And her taste, so sweet, and so intoxicating that I forgot where we were. Forgot who she was. Forgot everything.

I felt it.

The heat. The tightness. My cock was hard. Pressed against my pants. Pressed against her.

And still, I kept kissing her.

Until my mind caught up.

This wasn’t just wrong. This was dangerous.

She was drunk. She was hurting. She didn’t even know what she was doing.

And me?

I was supposed to protect her.

Not take advantage.

I tore my lips away, breathless. Her eyes were halfclosed, her lips swollen from the kiss.

No,I whispered. No. I can’t do this.”

I took a step back. Then another.

And I turned.

I walked out of that corner fast, like something was chasing me.

As soon as I got into the open, I saw Zoey coming toward me.

There you are!she said. Where’ve you

been?

Come on,I said. We’re leaving.”

What?she blinked. Now? We just got here.

I said we’re leaving, Zoey.”

She frowned. Did something happen?

Nothing happened,I snapped. Then added more calmly, Just follow me. Please.

She didn’t argue after that.

But as I walked away, I could still feel Lilith on my lips.

And that terrified me.

The car was quiet.

Zoey sat beside me, humming softly under her breath, but I wasn’t really there. My mind had left hours ago.

All I could think about was Lilith

Her lips.

Her scent.

The way she melted into me like we belonged. Like it wasn’t a mistake. Like it wasn’t betrayal.

My jaw clenched.

What the hell had I done?

Zoey touched my arm gently. Are you sure you’re okay?

I’m fine,I said flatly, not looking at her.

She nodded and went quiet. I didn’t blame her.

When we reached the mansion, I got out without waiting. Follow me,” I told her.

Zoey blinked, surprised. Okay

I didn’t wait to see if she was following. I just walked.

Straight into my room.

Once she stepped in, I slammed the door shut behind her.

The second my eyes locked with hers, something inside me snapped.

I didn’t even think, I just grabbed her, my lips crashing onto hers. I could taste the alcohol and heat on her tongue, and I didn’t care.

I didn’t know what had gotten into me, maybe it was Lilith, but I needed to get off. Right now.

She gasped into the kiss, her hands gripping my shirt. Nolanwhat’s going on?

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