Chapter 13

Chapter 13

What was Blake doing here?

Yasmin was surprised to see him. But in the next second, her surprise turned to fury. The entrance

to the villa had been cordoned off, and two bodyguards were standing guard.

Yasmin asked coldly, “Why have you cordoned off my house? Get out of my way.”

Malcolm said, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Ford, but Mr. Ford’s the one who ordered this. This villa is under Mr.

Ford’s name, and he’s given the order that no one is to move in here. Otherwise, they’ll be charged

with tres passing.”

This meant that whoever was charged would face some jail time.

Yasmin was so angry that she could murder someone. She turned to glare at Blake.

He said, “Come here.”

She took a deep breath. Her intention was to have a proper talk with him, so she walked over to the

car and got in.

As soon as she was in the car, he dragged her to him, making her land on his lap and fall right into

his arms.

Yasmin wore a dress today, so all she had on underneath was her underwear. The sensation of his

toned thighs under hers made her straighten up in surprise. She wanted to clamber off him. “What

the hell are you doing, Blake?”

Blake didn’t let her leave. He gripped her waist tightly and pushed her down onto his lap. He was

making her feel his obvious arousal.

Her mind went blank for a second. Then, she snarled, “Blake Ford!”

“You’re the one who said there’s something wrong with me and that I haven’t been satisfying you,

right? Put me to the test tonight, Ms. Starr. Let’s see whether there’s really an issue with me.” Blake

scoffed and gripped her jaw, making her face him.

Yasmin couldn’t move. She felt humiliated. “Let me go. We’re getting divorced soon, so you have no

right to treat me like this.”

“I’m just addressing your complaints about me. Since you have something to complain about, it

must mean that you’re not satisfied with it. And so, I have to satisfy you. From now on, I’ll f uck you

seven times a night. How about that?” Blake pressed her down and moved

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rhythmically upward.

Yasmin’s eyes widened, and her face turned crimson. She reached out to stop him. “Let me

go,

Blake. We can talk about this.”

“Are you still

gonna claim there’s something wrong with me?” he murmured dangerously while pressing his lips to

her ear.

Dam n it, he was getting seriously aroused. He was a monster!

Yasmin felt aggrieved but didn’t dare to run her mouth. She gritted her teeth. “I won’t say anything

anymore. Let me go so we can have a civilized conversation.”

“Not so obnoxious anymore, huh?” Blake chuckled. He watched her for a moment before letting her

go. He instantly returned to his usual elegant self, even straightening his shirt before saying, “Let’s

talk, then.”

Now that Yasmin was free from his clutches, she immediately opened the door. It would be more

convenient for her to make her escape.

Blake snorted. “Do you think you could get away if I really wanted to catch you?”

“I just wanted a breath of fresh air.” She took a few deep breaths to calm herself. Then, she turned

to him and said, “Why did you have the villa here cordoned off, Blake?”

“It’s my villa. I can do whatever I want to it.”

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Yasmin cursed under her breath, clenching her fists. “But in the past, you said it was a gift for me.”

He looked at her, suddenly recalling the night this had happened. They’d been married for about

half a year at the time. Yasmin had barged into his study while dressed in a skimpy nightgown. She

wanted him to buy the villa at Newphoria Bay.

She’d asked in a pleading tone, “Mr. B, could you buy the villa that my family used to own?”

Blake had watched her icily. Yasmin had acted like she didn’t see this, though. She’d walked over to

him and sat on his lap. That night, he’d lost control of himself upon seeing how red her eyes had

been.

From then on, he’d had become entranced by the allure her body emanated.

Blake’s eyes darkened at the thought of all the tantalizing and steamy things they’d done. “I was

giving it to my wife. Are you her?”

Yasmin’s heart twisted. This meant that if they were to divorce, she wouldn’t be getting the