CHAPTER 54: 54-HIS PORN HISTORY

Iris:

I rushed straight to my bedroom. I didn’t even try to lock the door, it would’ve made noise.

I jumped into bed, pulled the blanket over myself, and closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep.

I wanted him to believe he was wrong, that I wasn’t on the other side of the door.

For a moment, I thought maybe he’d opened it, found no one there, and left.

But then I heard footsteps in the hallway. My heart began to pound harder in my chest.

I listened as he moved closer to the children’s room. The door creaked open, and he went inside.

’Okay, he’s just going to kiss them goodnight and then leave,’ I told myself.

And as expected, I heard the door close softly.

However, instead of the footsteps fading away, they grew louder.

I clutched the pillowcase tighter. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing myself not to blink even behind closed lids.

Then my door creaked open.

My fists clenched harder. Thankfully, I was still under the blanket, otherwise, he would’ve seen how shaky my body was.

His footsteps stopped right beside the bed. For a while, there was no movement.

Part of me wanted to open my eyes and catch him doing whatever he was doing, but the other part was terrified I’d find him staring right at me.

"Boo," he whispered suddenly in my ear.

I jumped, rolling onto my side and staring at him as he hunched over me, smirking in the same spot where I’d been lying.

"What the fuck was that?" I hissed, pressing a hand to my chest.

He had his fists planted on the mattress to support himself, his eyes fixed on me, looking so beastly handsome that I hated him for it.

"Why the fuck are you here? I was sleeping. You woke me up!" I continued to lie, feeling embarrassed.

He gave me a look that was creepily sexy.

He finally straightened his back, cracking his knuckles while keeping his eyes on me.

Then he began giving little nods, as if trying to understand the situation.

"Why did you keep cutting my calls?" he asked, completely ignoring my complaints.

"Because I don’t have to accept your calls. Got your answer? Now leave," I said, pointing toward the door.

He tilted his head, still holding his fingers, and then got onto the bed.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I crawled back as he settled in the spot where I had been lying.

"Kash, you cannot just lie down here," I panicked, glancing at the door, worried Scarlett, my mother, or anyone else might see us.

"What? Your boyfriend will get upset if he found out there was a man in your bed?" he commented, sounding utterly ignorant as he brought up my boyfriend again.

Even knowing our relationship started after we had separated, he never missed a chance to mention him.

He had a fiancée he was traveling to the South to mend things with, yet he acted like me having a boyfriend was the worst thing.

He knocked me back to reality when I felt a tug under my body.

He had grabbed the blanket I was sitting on and pulled it so hard that I rolled off the bed.

I landed on the floor with my butt hitting the ground and winced.

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed, hands on my waist.

"Sorry, I didn’t know you were that light," he said, sounding apologetically arrogant.

He then snuggled in, getting comfortable under the blanket.

"You women always have the best-smelling beds and comforters," he commented, closing his eyes.

"You cannot just lie down here," I said, leaning across the bed and snapping my fingers in front of his face, "open your eyes."

He opened his eyes, and they moved insolently down to my cleavage.

"Sure, is that all you want me to see?" He asked in a husky voice.

I quickly looked down, noticing he could see my boobs hanging down through my cleavage.

I immediately placed a hand on my chest and pulled back, covering myself.

He chuckled and wrapped his arm around his eyes, closing them.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I complained, reaching across while keeping my distance because he was so unpredictable.

He could grab me at any moment, and the thought gave me goosebumps.

"Now go let me sleep," he urged, not even opening his eyes.

"What exactly are you trying to do?" I asked, folding my arms across my chest.

"Nothing. I’m just resting," he replied, his presence still dominating the bed.

"Fine, you made your point. Next time you call, I won’t hang up on you. Now get out of my bed," I hissed, hoping that would be the end of it.

I kept staring at his face while he didn’t move a muscle. Then an idea came to me.

It was a rather evil one, but I just wanted him out of my room.

I noticed his coat lying to the side, he must have taken it off when he entered my room.

I reached for the pocket, feeling guilty for doing it.

But if he could climb into my bed without permission, I could certainly check his pockets.

The first thing I found was his cell phone, as I expected.

Or maybe I was expecting something else, like a bunch of condoms.

I shook my head and then, moving quietly, got closer to his bed and held the phone to his face for the face ID.

"The kids are awake." As soon as I said that, his eyes jolted open, and that was when his phone unlocked.

I pulled my hand back. It took him a second to realize what had just happened.

He tossed his head toward me and then growled.

"So, you’re going through my phone? My search history? Are you curious about what kind of porn I’ve been watching lately?" He spoke in his usual casual, sexy tone.

Making the hair on the back of my neck stand up, I acted like I was unbothered.

"No, I’m actually going to call your beloved fiancé." The minute I said that, he reacted quickly.