The Genius Ex-Wife’s Revenge Portfolio novel Chapter 216

David glanced up, his eyes catching on a slim, familiar figure. Ella was here.

He pressed his lips together, trying to keep his cool. “Why are you here? Who told you to come?”

Ella stepped into the living room, stopping right in front of him.

“Aiden!” David called out, his voice sharp. “Aiden, where are the people I asked for? Why aren’t they here yet?”

No one answered. The silence stretched.

Ella didn’t say a word. She just stood there.

David tugged at the collar of his shirt, feeling the heat rising in his chest. “Leave.” His tone was cold.

Ella lowered her lashes, her gaze soft but unreadable. “Fine, I’ll leave then.” She turned to walk away.

But before she could take more than a step, a strong hand grabbed her arm. David’s voice was tight with anger, his words low and rough. “Ella.”

He almost sounded like he was grinding her name between his teeth.

Ella turned back, mischief sparkling in her eyes. “What, David?” she teased, acting as if nothing was wrong.

David’s patience snapped. He yanked her closer, and she landed in his lap. His body burned with fever, his self-control hanging by a thread. The air between them felt electric.

He pulled her against him, burying his face in her hair, his lips finding her neck. One of his hands slid under the edge of her shirt, seeking out her warmth.

Ella shivered in his arms.

He noticed. “Why are you trembling? Never been with a man before?”

She met his gaze, and for a moment, David lost himself in her eyes. The intensity there was almost too much. He stared at her like he wanted to devour her, his usual cool mask gone. Did he really think she was so casual with men? Did he think she’d been with so many that this meant nothing?

As she bent down, her long dark hair slipped over her shoulder, soft and glossy against her skin. Her profile was stunning, her beauty almost unfair in the warm glow of the room.

David couldn’t look away. He’d never thought he had a type. Everyone always assumed he liked girls like Jessa—bold, glamorous, impossible to ignore. For a long time, he’d believed that too.

But then there was Ella.

Something about her just hit him in all the right places. She was exactly what he never knew he wanted.

His gaze lingered on her delicate features as his hand moved to his belt. He unfastened it, then leaned over her, the heat of his body pressing her into the sofa, surrounding her.

He whispered her name, his voice rough and low. “Ella.”

Her fingers brushed the needle on the carpet, almost there, but then she felt her skirt being pushed up. Her breath caught in her throat.