Hi Ex, Your Uncle Is My Hubby Now - Chapter 126: Chapter 126

Aiden's car had just pulled out of the club's underground garage when Irene's taxi arrived.
On the way, she'd bought a cap and pulled it low to hide her face.
After getting out, Irene kept her head down, the brim shadowing her features. She turned a corner into the underground parking lot and took the elevator upstairs.
When she found Jeremy's private suite, her fingers trembled as she entered the passcode.
It was her first time doing something like this. Her heart raced with a wild mix of excitement and fear.
Adrenaline surged through her veins.
"Password accepted."
Hearing the electronic chime, Irene took a deep breath and pulled the door open without hesitation.
The room was pitch black.
Only a few spotlights lit the small living room, glaring at her like the eyes of a devil, sizing up the intruder.
Suppressing her voice, Irene deliberately disguised herself as a stranger. "Sir, I'm in. Are you..."
Jeremy's voice snapped from behind her, low and commanding: "Get out!"
Startled, Irene spun around.
Only then did she see Jeremy standing in the corner behind the door.
Under the effect of the drugs, his usually cold, dark eyes were now burning with desire, bloodshot and wild.
Just one look from him made Irene feel like she might be torn apart.
Irene walked toward Jeremy, instinctively reaching out to steady his arm. "Mr. Tucker, are you okay?"
"Don't touch me!" Jeremy batted her hand away.
Clinging to the last shred of his self-control, he opened the door and warned her in a tight, stern voice, "Irene, get out. Now!"
But Irene stood her ground.
She watched him quietly.
She watched him suffer, watched him endure, watched him sweat as he tried to stay calm.
'Damn!' she cursed in her mind.
Jeremy's fierce, tortured look hit her right in her kink.
He was criminally tempting.
"I'm not leaving."
Irene lifted an arm, her cool skin wrapping around Jeremy's neck, offering him a fleeting moment of relief.
But that coolness was quickly devoured by the fire raging inside Jeremy, and even Irene's arm began to burn with heat.
"Mr. Tucker, you took me to the hospital last time. I still owe you for that. Let me repay you tonight, okay?"
Irene rose on tiptoe and pressed her lips to Jeremy's.
Jeremy gritted his teeth and turned his head away.
With one hand braced against the wall, the other gripping the door, he tried again to drive her out. "Irene, do you even know what you're doing?"
"Go home. Now! Don't make me call Dorian and have him come see..."
Suddenly, Irene grabbed Jeremy's face with both hands and boldly kissed him.
Her kiss was fierce, invading his mouth and forcing Jeremy to retreat step by step.
He backed up until he hit the wall, nowhere left to go.
Irene's sweet scent surrounded him, battering what little reason he had left.
Letting him go, Irene gave a mysterious smile and asked, "What did you call him here to see?"
She flicked Jeremy with malicious intent, lips curling in a wicked grin as she taunted, "See how his girlfriend sleeps with the man he respects most? Or maybe he wants to hear how sweet my moans sound?"
Jeremy's mind buzzed.
"Irene, you..."
'How could she be this wild!' he wondered.
Jeremy's gaze dropped to Irene's chest, his eyes flickering with struggle and hesitation.
Suddenly, Irene slammed the door shut with a hard kick, locking them in together.Irene slammed the door shut with a hard kick, locking them in together.
Grabbing Jeremy's crooked tie, Irene launched a seductive assault. "Earlier on the phone, you asked why I call you Mr. Tucker. What should I say then? Every time I dream, you make the perfect fantasy, Mr. Tucker."
Irene smiled slyly, kissed Jeremy again, then pressed his hand firmly against her waist, teasing, "In my dreams, you're quite capable. Now, show me just how good you really are."
Jeremy's eyes burned with unrestrained fire. In one swift motion, he seized Irene by the waist, pressing her flush against him, locking her body tightly in his arms.
"Irene." His voice was rough with warning. "Don't you dare regret this.""Don't you dare regret this," he growled.
Taking complete control, Jeremy gripped her chin and claimed her mouth with bruising intensity, conquering her as if storming a fortress.
The spotlight overhead cast a pool of light on them.
He pressed Irene into the dim corner, yanked off her baseball cap and tossed it aside, then stripped away her clothes, trampling them underfoot.
His scorching hands became the only thing covering her skin.
There in the shadows, they became nothing more than two reckless lovers, consumed by passion, afraid to be seen by the light.