The Woman Trapped in a Sexless Marriage - Chapter 24: Chapter 24
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"How do you like it?"
"I love it! Like, seriously obsessed!"
"It's getting late, and you're definitely feeling that wine. Why don't you just crash here tonight and test it out?"
"Wait, really? You sure that's okay?"
"Of course. You look dead on your feet. Go ahead and hop in the shower first."
Too buzzed to think straight, I bolted into the bathroom before realizing—oops—no change of clothes. Only when I was already sunk in the tub did it hit me.
"Vivian, brought you some pajamas. Leaving them right here."
"Ah—" Before I could even react, Ian had already strolled in and dropped the sleepwear on the vanity.
"Ian, you—" My breath hitched at the sight of his bare chest.
"Just gonna use the shower next to you." His casual tone made me feel ridiculous for freaking out.
Even with the glass divider between the stall and the tub, it might as well have been invisible. My face flamed at the thought. Just as I debated making a run for it, Ian walked over—completely, shamelessly naked. I sank deeper into the water, heart pounding. But then—
"Mmm… Perfect. Exactly what I needed."
Effortlessly, he stepped into the tub behind me. Too nervous to turn around, I shivered, gripping the edges.
"I—I think I'm dizzy. Should probably get out." Wobbly-legged, I scrambled out, snatching the pajamas on my way.
No clue which room was mine, so I didn't dare wander. Ended up changing in the living room—only to realize the "pajamas" were basically lingerie. The neckline plunged, the hem teased, and I immediately grabbed a throw pillow to cover myself.
"Pfft— What are you, a startled turtle?"
"Stop laughing! I'm just… cold. And exhausted. Which room's mine? I need sleep."
"Alright, alright. You're cute when you're flustered. Have a nightcap with me first. Loosen you up."
He poured two glasses from the dining nook's mini-bar. Before I could protest, my hand was already holding one. One sip—smooth as juice. Next thing I knew, the glass was empty.
"Told you. Another?"
"No, Ian—I mean, Big Brother Ian, I'm good. Seriously."
"Ugh, drop the 'Ian' after hours. Sounds like a business meeting. And lose the formalities—it's weird."
"Oh… Okay. Big Brother Ian."
"Then cheers to you joining the team. Welcome aboard."
Between his charm and the wine's deceptive sweetness, I downed three more glasses. The room spun, my eyelids turned to lead, and everything melted into a warm, blurry haze.
"I love it! Like, seriously obsessed!"
"It's getting late, and you're definitely feeling that wine. Why don't you just crash here tonight and test it out?"
"Wait, really? You sure that's okay?"
"Of course. You look dead on your feet. Go ahead and hop in the shower first."
Too buzzed to think straight, I bolted into the bathroom before realizing—oops—no change of clothes. Only when I was already sunk in the tub did it hit me.
"Vivian, brought you some pajamas. Leaving them right here."
"Ah—" Before I could even react, Ian had already strolled in and dropped the sleepwear on the vanity.
"Ian, you—" My breath hitched at the sight of his bare chest.
"Just gonna use the shower next to you." His casual tone made me feel ridiculous for freaking out.
Even with the glass divider between the stall and the tub, it might as well have been invisible. My face flamed at the thought. Just as I debated making a run for it, Ian walked over—completely, shamelessly naked. I sank deeper into the water, heart pounding. But then—
"Mmm… Perfect. Exactly what I needed."
Effortlessly, he stepped into the tub behind me. Too nervous to turn around, I shivered, gripping the edges.
"I—I think I'm dizzy. Should probably get out." Wobbly-legged, I scrambled out, snatching the pajamas on my way.
No clue which room was mine, so I didn't dare wander. Ended up changing in the living room—only to realize the "pajamas" were basically lingerie. The neckline plunged, the hem teased, and I immediately grabbed a throw pillow to cover myself.
"Pfft— What are you, a startled turtle?"
"Stop laughing! I'm just… cold. And exhausted. Which room's mine? I need sleep."
"Alright, alright. You're cute when you're flustered. Have a nightcap with me first. Loosen you up."
He poured two glasses from the dining nook's mini-bar. Before I could protest, my hand was already holding one. One sip—smooth as juice. Next thing I knew, the glass was empty.
"Told you. Another?"
"No, Ian—I mean, Big Brother Ian, I'm good. Seriously."
"Ugh, drop the 'Ian' after hours. Sounds like a business meeting. And lose the formalities—it's weird."
"Oh… Okay. Big Brother Ian."
"Then cheers to you joining the team. Welcome aboard."
Between his charm and the wine's deceptive sweetness, I downed three more glasses. The room spun, my eyelids turned to lead, and everything melted into a warm, blurry haze.
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