Her Ex-husband Is A God Of War

3

_____Bar_____

Charles lit another cigarette. He took a long drag as he stared at the picture on his phone.

A man on his wife. What hurt him the most? No. He's not hurt.

He shook his head.

Only weak people get hurt. He's just mad. He's mad at this woman—mad at her for making him waste his two years vacation on her and her damn family. And he would never forgive her.

The same woman that had never allowed him to have sex with her since they got married. It was either she complained of him being too hungry for sex like a dog or made some sarcastic statement about being tired.

“Hey, what are you staring at?” A voice across his table called him out of his thoughts.

He raised his head to see a woman—she didn't exactly look like a woman. Too young. Her hair was packed in a ponytail.

She flashed him a seductive smile. “I have been sitting here for the past five minutes.”

“What do you want?”

She looked around as if checking to see if anyone was watching them. “Sleep with me. I'm a virgin.”

Charles choked even though there was nothing in his mouth. “W-what?”

She giggled. “You are behaving like a kid.”

He should be the one saying that! She looked like a kid in middle school.

“Are you drunk?” He found himself asking even though it was none of his concern.

She laughed heartily. “Now that you mentioned it, shall I get drunk?” She raised her hand. Long hands. “Two shots of espresso, please!”

A chuckle escaped Charles' lips despite himself. She must really be a nerd. Who the hell gets drunk with coffee?

“Where are you parents?” Charles asked.

She shook her head. “You can't tell them I came here. I really need to escape— let's have sex. Please!” She was about to get up when she fell back on the chair like she was really drunk.

She hit her head on the table, causing some of the drinks to pour on the table.

Charles frowned. What's wrong with her? He stretched his hand across the table to feel her temperature. She was perfectly fine.

He felt her pulse. She was breathing fine too. There was nothing wrong with her at all.

Charles hissed. If at this age, she is already seeking attention, what would l become of her when she is older?

He resumed smoking again. When she is done pretending, she will get up and leave.

Some minutes later, the woman opened her eyes. Her neck was sore and her head hurted like she hit it against a rock.

The first thing she noticed were her legs. Shoes? Where was she?

The place smelled of smoke.

She quickly scattered her hair to cover her face. She was Sadie Wyatt. She was the face of New York when it came to beauty. Only a few men in the city could challenge her in business.

She owned multiple companies all over New York and the U.S. Just last night, she had given a lecture at Harvard. Two days ago, she had sat down with men from the Forbes list. But lately, strange things had been happening to her…

She had been sleepwalking. And when she woke up, she had no idea what had happened during that time.

So, she couldn't let anyone here see her face.

Slowly, she stood to leave. No one seemed to have recognized her—at least for now. A scandal would have broken out, and the place would have been swarming with reporters, if anyone had.

All for her to raise her head and see a man smoking away opposite her. She fell back on her seat.

What the fuck happened?

“Hey,” she tried to get the man's attention.

The man did nothing but nod. “You can go, I paid for your espresso.”

That not only make Sadie's face go red in embarrassment, it made her fucking furious. No one has ever spoken to her that way in her life.

“Who are you?” Was the first thing she asked but the man didn't seem in the mood for a conversation and that only made her more mad.

“As a matter of courtesy, you should reply when someone is talking to you.”

“As a matter of courtesy, you should know when a man needs privacy,” the man fired back, something about his voice annoyed her and made her nervous at the same time.

Did the man perhaps think she was a night stand? Wait a fucking minute. Her eyes went to her clothes. She was not in her night dress. She was in a short skirt and a crop top with a belly ring.

What the fuck! She darted a sharp look at the man in front of her. The man tossed his cigarette in the ash table, shook his head and brought out his wallet.

He tossed a thick wad of dollar notes on the table and got up.

“Hey,” she tried to find her voice. There was no way she was going to allow this man to go. Obviously, he knew her. Probably someone close to her, a rival maybe. Or could be someone in her family.

“Speak, woman,” the man said with a note of annoyance.

“Did you sleep with me?”

The man's lips curled into a mischievous smile. “Virgin, huh? You shouldn't be around here. Lots of bad men,” he said, glancing around.

And that was when Sadie looked around. She almost slipped out of the chair in fear of someone already recognizing her.

They seemed to have attracted a lot of attention—a few bored men were staring in their direction.

Without thinking, she got out of her seat and buried her head in the man's jacket.

“Let's go,” she said, not giving him the chance to reply before she half dragged half walked the man out of the room.

Outside, she cleared her throat and moved a bit away from him. She looked at him. He would definitely recognize her now.

“There are a lot of things I have to tell you,” Sadie said.

“I'm not interested,” the man said flippantly, further irking her.