Ex on High Heat

On the third month after our breakup, my ex-boyfriend, Julius Rowe, pins me onto the bed and ravages me tirelessly. But the thing is, he used to be very gentle with me when it came to bedroom matters.

Scared out of my wits, I try to flee from him.

"Stop it! You weren't like this before!"

I dumped my boyfriend, Julius Rowe, with the excuse that we weren't compatible when it came to our intimate life.

He was a great guy, no doubt. In fact, he was an amazing caregiver.

It was just that he was too gentle with me in bed. Although I was immensely pleasured during each round, it just wasn't enough to satisfy me.

The breakup was swift. Julius stood where he was, his eyes already red-rimmed. Still, he didn't stop me from leaving.

He knew that stopping me was futile anyway. It wasn't like I'd stay for him.

Three months had passed since then. Yet, I kept thinking of Julius every now and then. This was definitely atypical of me. It bothered me so much that I decided to drown my troubles at a famous bar.

But I never expected to bump into Julius there. The server had invited him over to share the table with me. Every step he took rattled my heart to the core.

Despite my erratic heartbeat, I lifted my glass at him with faux calmness.

"It's been a long time since we last met. What a coincidence. Are you here to scope your surroundings for your next target?"

Julius took a seat next to me, his deep gaze pinned on me.

My smile was starting to become strained. I was about to set my glass down when he spoke up in an icy voice.

"It's been a long time, indeed."

After he clinked his glass against mine, Julius drained his drink instantly. He never responded to my question. We both ended up downing drink after drink together.

Neither of us spoke a word at all. The atmosphere between us was tense and awkward, to say the least.

My tolerance for alcohol had never been good, to begin with. Soon, I was starting to get tipsy. As I stared at Julius, I silently mapped his features and contours with my eyes.

I stared at his brows and eyes. Subconsciously, I noted how long his eyelashes were. The buttons on his shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of his chest.

I knew what Julius' chest was like. He'd often plastered his chest against my back in the past.

As my gaze traveled south, memories of the past began flooding my mind. My cheeks gradually turned crimson, and I couldn't help curling my fingers.

"What are you looking at?" Julius turned to look me in the eye.

The alcohol must have fried my brain and transformed my longing for him into a savage, uncontrollable beast. Without hesitation, I reached out to grab Julius by the collar and leaned over to kiss him.

He grabbed