His Ex-wife Is An Heiress (Amara and Tobias)

Between the time of which Amara's brain could recover from Tobias's sudden visit and comprehend what he had said, the male had taken a step forward, shortening the distance between them and demanded. "We need to talk."

"Talk?" Amara intensified her glare, hating his nerves even more when she recalled the picture Melanie had sent to her.

He sure had some balls, being all chummy with Celestine and then coming to demand they have a talk.

"We have nothing to talk about," Amara firmly stated and stepped back, intending to shut the door in her ex husband's face.

But her plans were foiled when he placed his leg in the doorway, effectively stopping her.

He grimaced, obviously regretting the consequences of his rash decision. But despite the pain, he carried on. "No, there are things I need to talk about."

Amara was getting impatient, not only was the male being a pest, but his presence was also a nuisance.

And that fact was only taken to a whole new level when he literally forced his way into her house.

"The hell is wrong with you?" Amara questioned, having to take a few steps back when Tobias walked in.

He turned around, facing her with his usual stoic expression, but the irritation was evident in his tone. "We need to talk."

"I already said no," She was about to add an 'and I also don't want you here' but the male started speaking.

"It's about Celestine,"

"Your little mistress? Shouldn't you be in the hospital with her, rather than barging your way into my house?" She spat.

Tobias could only bring himself to sigh at this, because from what he was seeing, it was clear that what Austin had told him was true.

Amara despised him and as a way to get back at him, she was going to attack Celestine.

"It doesn't have to be this way, Amara," Tobias found himself taking a gentle tone with her. Perhaps it was because he didn't want the situation to escalate more than it already had. "Let's bring all this to end. Let's call a truce to this madness." "A truce?" Amara said with faux surprise. "You want me to give you a truce, Tobias?"

"Yes, whatever the cost may be, even if you want me to marry you, again."

Amara was still as a painful realization sank in. Tobias was willing to do anything for Celestine, even going as far as re-marrying her. Although she was aware of how strong their love was, she still felt stupid, because deep down, that love that she had harbored for six long torturous years, was still buried somewhere in her heart, once again causing the pain that she was feeling.

But Amara refused to let the pain show.

She chuckled, the sound was hollow and bitter. "Wow, I must have really underestimated your love for her,"

Tobias frowned, he didn't like the sound of that.

"You win. I'll stop it all, the price? You disappear from my life."

Tobias's expression shifted after hearing this and a foreign feeling of disappointment began to rise.

"I never want to see your face, hear your voice, name or anything that is connected to you, ever again. Be a stranger to me and forget I exist, because I'll do the same. Do you understand me, Tobias?"

"Of course. But," He took one long step forward and Amara was forced to step back. "Is that really what you want?"

Amara looked him square in the eyes. "Did I look like I was joking?"

Tobias remained silent, his dark orbs bore into hers, searching, looking for any sign of hesitation. But when he couldn't find it, he chuckled and spoke. "I can see through your lies, Amara."

That was enough to spark the anger bubbling inside her. "Are you sick? Do you think I'm-"

"If you really detest me and want me out of your life, like you claim," Tobias took another step forward, but Amara stood her ground this time around. "Them why did you passionately moan my name when we had sex the last time."

"I was drugged, Tobias." AmaraPlease check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

effortlessly pointed out, going the extra mile to jab her index finger into his chest. "And if that doesn't sink into your thick skull, then perhaps you should get tested for dementia. Now, get out."

Amara intended to shove Tobias towards the door, but she learnt quickly that the strength between her small, yet well developed body was vastly different from that of Tobias's toned build.

Because, despite her efforts, the man didn't even move an inch, he just continued staring her down.

Then he suddenly took a step forward and this time around, Amara unconsciously stepped back, causing the bag on her leg to make contact with the table behind her.

In a spilt second, the small impact shook the table, causing the brown box that sat atop, to fall, sending the content all over the floor.

Amara did not pay attention to the commotion, at least not until Tobias looked behind her and the expression on his face changed, morphing into amusement.

"You say one thing, yet do the other. You certainly are something."

Confused by his words, Amara turned around and looked at the mess behind her, and realized that the brown package was now open, its content laying scattered on the ground. Various varieties of sex toys stared back at her and her eyes went wide and a feeling of embarrassment washed over her.

She clamped her eyes shut and swore at the universe, cursing it out for its perfect timing.

"You-"

"That's enough," She interrupted Tobias before he could say anything more. "Leave, right this moment. If you still want to be stubborn then I won't hesitate to call the police." It was today Amara learnt that she hated Tobias's silence, because when he didn't speak, his visage showed no emotion, giving her zero ways to understand what he was thinking. Thus, it came as a shock to her when he walked past her and picked up the cucumber shaped vibrator that lay at his feet.

"This," Amara involuntarily flinched at the sound of his voice. He smirked at this and stepped forward, holding the sex toy between them as he looked down at her. "Can it satisfy you?" Amara's entire face went beet red, both from anger and embarrassment and she smacked the toy out of his hand.

"Do you derive pleasure from fucking with me?" She spat, glaring into his eyes and no longer paying attention to the little distance that now separated them.

But Tobias did. His nostrils took in

the scent of her intoxicating perfume and his eyes raked over her features. The thin fabric of her

nightgown left very little to the ine

imagination, nearly allowing him a clear view of her figure.

Her breast curves, her legs and her exposed thighs.

He could feel a stirring within him and the urge to touch her. He battles with his brain, trying his best to ignore the rising urges, but they were winning.

"Fuck this," He muttered and before Amara could question him, he had his arms wrapped around her waist, lips claiming hers.

Amara's eyes went wide with shock

and for the first few seconds of the kiss, she tried resisting. But

something in this kiss, slowly dampened the resistance she had mustered, and soon, her body had melted into the kiss, taking in all the emotions that could be felt in this one kiss.

All was blurry and filled with erotic bliss for Amara, until she felt Tobias's finger slipping off the sleeves of her night gown.