Hi Ex, Your Uncle Is My Hubby Now - Chapter 83: Chapter 83

Dorian stepped into the steamy bathroom, slipped his arms around Irene's slim waist from behind, and buried his face in her neck.
His scorching breath hit her neck, and Irene couldn't help but shiver.
"So sensitive?" Dorian murmured against her neck.
Dorian was clearly pleased with how Irene's body responded to his touch.
He was no rookie—he'd slept with Amaris when he was twenty.
Having spent eight years exploring Amaris's body, Dorian could read a woman's every reaction like an open book.
Dorian could tell right away that Irene was clearly a virgin, totally inexperienced.
'Sensitive and shy? What a joke!'
'Bullshit!'
Irene thought, 'I'm utterly repulsed by him.'
During those terrible years, Irene had to watch Dorian and Amaris hook up over and over again.
Honestly, she could probably map out every single mole on their bodies and pinpoint exactly where they were.
Just the memory of their passionate lovemaking made her stomach churn with disgust.
Suppressing her nausea, Irene forced herself to turn around and put on a shy act. She reached out to tug at Dorian's tie, loosening it with practiced motions.
She'd done this for him before, so her movements weren't exactly clumsy.
But whether from nerves or revulsion, her fingers wouldn't stop trembling.
Dorian's predatory instincts flared at Irene's innocent nervousness.
In one swift motion, Dorian lifted Irene and perched her on the edge of the sink counter.
Dorian tilted Irene's chin up and claimed her lips in a domineering kiss.
Irene clenched her fists, repeating to herself like a mantra, 'Just endure it. Think of it as being licked by some filthy mutt.'
But as Dorian's breath came just millimeters from her lips, Irene couldn't suppress the wave of revulsion and terror rising inside her. At the last moment, she jerked her head aside, avoiding Dorian's kiss.
Dorian's lips, however, landed on the dimple on Irene's left cheek instead.
Dorian narrowed his eyes, a flicker of irritation flashing in them. "Are you avoiding me?"
Dorian's voice was low and husky with barely restrained desire. "Irene, what exactly are you trying to avoid?"
Irene wouldn't dare to admit it.
She tugged at Dorian's tie, pressing herself against his chest, her face blushing furiously. "I don't have any condoms in my place," she murmured.
"Dorian, will you go buy some?"
Her shy, coaxing tone instantly dissolved the anger in Dorian's heart.
So that was it.
Dorian grinned. "Got a favorite scent? I'll go pick some up."
Irene deliberately put on an innocent face and asked, "Wait, they actually come in different scents?"
Irene's innocent reaction only served to brighten Dorian's mood even more.
"Of course they do. I'll pick something nice for us," Dorian said with a smile.
Dorian released Irene and turned around, only to freeze mid-smile when he caught sight of his own unmistakable arousal.
He'd sworn Irene was just a life-saving tool for Amaris, yet time and again, he couldn't help his physical response to her.
If this kept up...
Dorian's voice suddenly turned cold as he said, "Wait here for me."
Dorian refused to admit he was falling for Irene.
Dorian told himself, 'I'm just a guy having a normal reaction to an attractive woman's advances. That's all.'
'I need to have Irene—and soon.
'Once I've had her and had my fill, I will lose interest soon enough.
'Amaris is the only woman I will ever call my wife.
'Irene is nothing but a tool to keep Amaris alive. Just a tool—she must never interfere with my plans.'
As soon as Dorian left, Irene slid off the sink counter, grabbed a washcloth, and scrubbed her face vigorously.
She rubbed until her cheeks turned red, then touched and sniffed at them with obvious disgust.
'I wish I could just douse my face in disinfectant,' she thought bitterly.
Irene poured herself a glass of red wine and carried it to the shell-shaped sofa on her apartment balcony.
Her living room faced directly onto the street outside.
Sipping her wine, she browsed online for home decor preferences of people with social anxiety.