Lady Warrior's Warth on Divorce Day novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175

Wren raised his eyebrows at her. “Zozo, are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“Of course I do. I’m drunk, but not out of my mind,” Zoya said. As soon as the words left her lips, she leaned in and kissed him.

Her hands moved instinctively, loosening Wren’s tie and undoing his shirt buttons one by one.

His chest slowly came into her view.

Her fingers slid under his shirt, tracing his cool skin. It was a relief against the feverish heat swirling inside her from all the alcohol.

As her touch lingered, he swallowed hard, a slow, smoldering desire igniting and spreading through him.

“Zoya, I want to…” He tried to prop himself up, but she pushed him right back down, refusing to let him

move.

“Don’t move. Tonight, I want to take the lead,” Zoya said.

“Are you sure?” Wren looked stunned.

“Yep. Last time you were in charge, it got way too intense. I still remember barely surviving it. This time, let me handle things,” Zoya quipped, the memory of nearly being worn out flashing across her mind.

Wren couldn’t help chuckling, but he played along with her. “Alright, you’re in charge. What do you want me to do?”

Zoya narrowed her eyes playfully. “Just lie back and behave. Then…”

She caught sight of the tie she’d tossed earlier, grabbed it, crossed his wrists, and tied them together with it.

He obediently let her tie him up, smirking. “You seriously think a tie’s enough to keep me restrained?”

“If you want to break free, it won’t be as easy as you think,” Zoya shot back, cheeks flushed and looking even more adorably mischievous under the alcohol’s spell. “Besides…”

After tying him up, she even tied a cute bow on top. “Eowyn said that tying a guy up in bed could be super spicy and fun. So I kinda wanted to see what the hype was about…”

Wren’s

eyes were smoldering with desire. He wondered, ‘Is she even going to remember all these bold moves after she sobers up?

‘Seriously, what kind of crazy, wild advice has Eowyn been feeding Zoya?”

“Promise me. If you ever tie anyone up in bed, it better be just me,” Wren said while looking at her.

“Who else would I ever want to tie up like this, except you?” Zoya giggled, her tone teasing and soft.

Wren said, his voice low with possessiveness, “Even if you could, that’s not happening. Zoya, if you’re looking for love or you want to tie someone up, it can only ever be me. No matter what you want to do, I will cooperate.”

As long as she was happy, as long as she didn’t get bored of him, he’d do anything she wished. He’d give her everything she wanted.

Zoya’s fingers traced over Wren’s brows before finally resting on his lips. “Okay, it’ll always be just you.”

She kissed him, mouth lingering on his lips, then trailing down his jaw, her kisses soft and slow as they moved along his neck.

His clothes had already been shed.

She checked him out with a playful grin, her gaze full of admiration. “Damn, you’re gorgeous.”

“You like it?” he teased.

“I do. Your body is so sculpted and strong, and the proportions are amazing,” she said honestly.

“Even with these scars on me?” he said.

Just like he hoped, her eyes softened, showing a hint of tenderness. “I do.”

He knew he was playing dirty, showing off those old scars just to tug at her heartstrings, hoping she’d pour even more love and attention into him.

He wondered to himself, ‘Is it because of my insecurity? Am I honestly that scared she doesn’t love me deeply enough?

‘I am worried that she will end up leaving me behind if something happens.‘

“Then love me a little more,” Wren murmured.

His tone was so irresistibly alluring that Zoya was drawn even deeper.

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Eowyn was dragged from sleep by the doorbell ringing at the crack of dawn.

‘Seriously, who the hell is hammering my doorbell this early?‘ she thought to herself.

She wobbled to her feet, her eyelids feeling like they were duking it out, barely able to stay open.

‘How much did Harvey and I actually put away last night?‘ she thought.

At first, Harvey was the only one drinking. She would occasionally join in for a few sips, but somehow, everything just snowballed. Next thing she knew, she was just as wasted as he was, and it had taken all her effort to finally get Harvey back home.

Eowyn stumbled to the door and yanked it open. “Who is it?”

But the moment she saw that familiar, drop–dead gorgeous face, her brain just short–circuited.

She thought, ‘Leon? Why the hell is Leon here? Am I seeing things?‘

Eowyn rubbed her eyes blearily and slammed the door shut in a panic.

“Who’s at the door?” Harvey called from behind her.

Eowyn just stood there, stunned, turning to see Harvey walking over, her brain struggling to process what she was seeing.

‘Why is Harvey here? Didn’t I send him home last night? What the hell is happening?‘ she wondered.

“Who was at the door?” Harvey mumbled, rubbing his forehead and looking half–awake.

Before Eowyn could say a word, the doorbell rang again.

The sound snapped Eowyn finally awake.

She suddenly realized she wasn’t in her own place. She was at Harvey’s apartment.

‘Wait, did I just totally pass out here after dropping Harvey off last night and never even make it back to my place?‘ she thought.

Harvey didn’t wait for Eowyn to react. Seeing her frozen, he simply reached right past her and swung the door open.

Leon was standing at the door, looking absolutely grim. When he saw Harvey in messy pajamas and Eowyn all disheveled and not quite dressed, his expression soured.

“Well, excuse me for interrupting you two from having fun,” Leon spat out.

Eowyn nearly lost her balance, her head just missing the wall as she staggered in embarrassment.

Harvey scrambled to deny it, “Hey, it’s not what it looks like. Nothing happened between us. Don’t pin anything shady on me!”

“Nothing?” Leon shot Eowyn a fierce look.

Eowyn nodded vigorously. “Relax, I might have a thing for handsome guys, but trust me, your nephew is totally off my list.”

She thought, ‘Seriously, I’m not trying to get myself killed here, Harvey’s a handful. Only Zoya can ever keep him in line.

‘If I had to deal with him, I’d probably be checking into the hospital every other week.’

Leon’s face finally eased up a little. He walked right in, gave Eowyn a look, and asked, “So, what are you even doing here?”

“Like I owe you an explanation!” Eowyn snapped back.

“Suit yourself. But if I start suspecting you’ve got some shady intentions, don’t blame me when the cops come knocking,” Leon said calmly.

Eowyn nearly choked, thinking of Leon’s undefeated record in court and his ruthless lawyer skills. With no choice but to swallow her pride, she decided to just come clean on the spot.

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“Harvey got wasted last night, so I brought him home. Since I was already here, I decided to spend the night

here,” she admitted.

Both guys‘ faces fell at her words.

Leon’s expression grew even darker.

Harvey had just grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge when he suddenly spat it everywhere.

“You two slept in the same bed?” Leon’s eyes narrowed, his voice sharp. After all, Harvey’s apartment only had one bedroom and one bed.

Eowyn blinked. She was genuinely unsure.

She’d woken up on the bed this morning, but she did not pay any attention to Harvey and just assumed she was in her apartment.

Wait, so where did Harvey actually sleep?‘ Eowyn wondered.

Eowyn shot Harvey a confused look, hoping he’d have the answer.

Leon turned his eyes on Harvey, too.