Filed to story: My Husband Regrets Divorcing Me (Audrey & Cornell)
Audrey inquired, “Are you still exclusive to that Italian brand? I can order a custom set for you.”
Cornell gave her a look, a faint smile playing on his lips, and gently replied, “No need for that. Janey mentioned there are clothes for me to change into, right?”
Audrey was at a loss for words. She couldn’t comprehend what experiences had led Cornell to change so much. He now seemed unfazed by the prospect of not wearing his preferred clothing. Even though Erick’s size was close to his, for someone like him used to tailored outfits, off-the-peg clothes would likely feel uncomfortable.
Audrey proposed, “Maybe you should head back and change?”
“I’ve got a meeting coming up soon,” Cornell explained his situation.
Left with no choice, Audrey led him upstairs to get the clothes.
There was a room specifically prepared for Erick in the house, where his clothes were kept.
Just as Audrey picked up the clothes, she was surprised by the scene when she turned around.
Cornell had already taken his shirt off. His smoothly defined abs and taut chest muscles were fully exposed. His belt was loosened, but his pants were still on.
The zipper was slightly open, revealing the overly firm contours of his abdomen. It was such a hot view that it could make anyone blush with just an extra look.
Suddenly, the air was filled with a palpable tension.
Audrey, in her rush, ended up covering her face with the clothes, blurting out, “Who said you could undress yourself!”
Cornell said nothing when he approached Audrey for the clothes.
Stripped of the clothes to cover her face, the heat of the moment overwhelmed Audrey.
Cornell, very matter-of-factly, responded, “How else am I supposed to get changed?”
Then, his long fingers moved to his trouser button, about to unfasten bis, Audrey’s face turned even more crimson. She muttered to herself, “Was he really about to undress right in front of me?”
Audrey’s cheeks were on fire in an instant. She couldn’t tell if it was from anger or embarrassment. She took a deep breath and said casually, “I’m going out.”
With her mind set on sidestepping Cornell on her way out of this room, Audrey failed to notice the stool nearby and stumbled over it.
Bracing for impact with the cupboard door, she closed her eyes and yelled, “Ah!”
Her shout morphed into a muffled noise as Cornell swiftly reached out to catch her.
With a thud, Cornell fell to the ground with Audrey lying atop him.
What happened next was a bit embarrassing.
Audrey found her face pressed against Cornell’s solid chest, her lips touching his nipples.
Cornell moaned, overwhelmed by the sensation.
Audrey was dumbfounded.
The air was filled with awkwardness.
Audrey quickly sensed his erection, and her face turned a deep shade of red.
Right then, Annis’ voice reached them from outside. “Miss, are you okay?”
Annis had gone upstairs to pick up a toy. Upon hearing the commotion, she made for the sound, worried.
Despite her question, no response came from either Audrey or Cornell.
Annis’ worry deepened. “Miss, are you there? I’m coming in…”
Audrey felt a surge of panic. She doubted she could explain if she and Cornell were seen in this position.
Audrey hastily got up from Cornell, her knee accidentally brushing against him, making him let out another muffled groan.
Cornell caught her ankle, his face going white and his voice raspy.
“Are you trying to kill me?”
Audrey then realized where her knee had hit. She felt utterly embarrassed.
Suddenly, the door lock clicked, and Annis was about to come in.
Audrey’s eyes went wide, and in a hushed tone, she said, “Let go of my…”
But before she could finish, Cornell suddenly held her waist and pulled her into the wardrobe.
The door opened just as Cornell shut the wardrobe door behind them.
The wardrobe was spacious, but it felt incredibly tight with both of them inside.
Cornell’s tall build only made the space feel more constricted.
Audrey, left with no choice, found herself so close to him that any minor movement could cause her to brush against his pronounced Adam’s apple.
The dim lighting revealed the enticing movement of Cornell’s throat, making her heart race.
Audrey looked away, regretting not having gotten up from him and leaving this room early. This closeness between them only served to deepen her regret. Being seen by Annis would have been less awkward than enduring this intense discomfort.
Upon checking the surroundings and finding no one, Annis concluded she must have been mistaken. She noticed some clothes out of place and straightened them up.
Audrey’s posture was tense, and inadvertently, her lips grazed Cornell’s Adam’s apple.
The next second, Cornell’s body tensed in reaction.
Like a bird spooked into flight, Audrey tried to pull away quickly, but Cornell caught her firmly by the back of her neck. “Stay still,” he said in a low, raspy voice, his breath warm against Audrey’s ear.
Audrey’s ear was sensitive, his breath causing an involuntary shiver from her.
Cornell, his palm on her waist, felt her sudden shudder and looked at her more intently. As he slightly tightened his grip, his breathing uneven, he asked quietly, “Are you ticklish?”
His tightened grip on her waist sent a jolt through Audrey. Her ears and waist were highly sensitive spots.
Audrey’s first instinct was to push Cornell away. However, he held her wrists tightly and whispered a warning, “Stay inside. I don’t want us to be seen.”
Audrey’s anger flared even more. He had been bold enough to undress in front of her before, yet now he was concerned about being spotted?
She shot him a piercing look and whispered back, “No touching.”
Cornell kept quiet, his eyes locked intently on her. He hoped Annis would take her time leaving, so he could linger a little longer with Audrey.
Indeed, Cornell desired more than just her company. He longed to kiss her, to explore further… But he worried Audrey would be mad at him and never allow him near again. Therefore, he proceeded with utmost care, not venturing any further.
Audrey, under his steady gaze, felt exposed, uncomfortably so.
At last, the sound of Annis’ steps receded.
Without a moment’s delay, Audrey tried to escape. But just as she reached for the door, a buzzing noise from outside halted her.
It was the sound of a vacuum cleaner. Annis had told the maid to come in and clean the floor.
Cornell quickly pulled Audrey back, accidentally brushing against her soft breast. Instantly, the desire he had been suppressing surged.
Memories of their intimacy flooded back. He swallowed hard, his voice tinged with desire. “Can I kiss you?”
The air inside the wardrobe felt tight, leaving Audrey feeling a bit dizzy, almost as if she couldn’t breathe properly. She didn’t quite hear him clearly.
Before she knew it, Cornell had leaned in and kissed her, a kiss he had longed for.
Audrey took a second to react and then pushed him away with all her might.
Cornell held her wrists more firmly, pressing them against the door, their struggle drowned out by the sound of the vacuum cleaner.
Audrey was livid, ready to yell at Cornell, but when she opened her mouth to speak, he took that moment. His kiss deepened effortlessly, their tongues intertwining.
Audrey’s eyes fluttered, her angry words turning into a mix of gasps and soft cries. Fueled by anger, she finally wrenched her wrists free, shoved the door open, and both of them stumbled out of the wardrobe.
Cornell, noticing the stool in their way, quickly moved to shield Audrey by holding her in his embrace.
“Thud.” A loud muffled sound.
Cornell bumped into the stool, and a sharp pain raced up his back, causing his attractive face to lose color.
The disturbance they created was quite noticeable. luckily, the maid had already left.
Audrey quickly pulled away from his embrace, her cheeks flaming red.
“Slap!” As Cornell tried to get up, Audrey slapped him firmly.
Audrey’s eyes were intense with anger as she questioned, “Cornell, don’t you have any decency?”