　　Tracey's POV
　　Laura?! Did he fucking just mistake me with his high school sweetheart?!
　　How could he...?!
　　I pushed him away and jumped off the bed, crossing my arms while looking at him with hatred in my eyes.
　　After all these years, he still couldn't forget about Laura!
　　I had to grab my own wrists, so I wouldn't smash his head with a lamp or something.
　　I went to the bathroom and took a cold shower to calm me down.
　　But as soon as I went back to the bedroom and saw Lucas' face, my skin felt boiling again.
　　Damn, he looked so good when he lay on the bed half-consciously like this.
　　What a body.
　　What a flawless face.
　　What a huge chunk of...
　　"Laura..." He murmured, stretching out his arm toward me.
　　Seriously?! Again?! Just when I was about to forgive you because you look so enticing?!
　　I picked up the lamp.
　　He suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me 

　　Tracey's POV
　　"Well, about that," I approached Jessica and lowered my voice, "You'll never know."
　　Then, I glanced at the paparazzi and said, "Make sure you take the pictures and post them online. The clock is ticking and subpoenas are pending."
　　After that, I walked out of the room like a champ.
　　-
　　The next morning, I was having breakfast with Nathan when the doorbell rang.
　　I opened the door and saw a tall, strong man standing outside.
　　I saw it was Darren, the PI I hired to investigate my father's mysterious death.
　　He used to be a senior in my college and we've stayed in touch for years.
　　"Tracey, I've been calling you all night..." Darren looked concerned.
　　"Darren!" Nathan jumped up and threw himself at him.
　　Darren picked him up with one hand and carried him on his shoulder.
　　"Well, you've put on some weight, little cub. What has mommy been feeding you?" He smiled a

　　Lucas' POV
　　I had never seen Tracey walking like that when she got out.
　　She has always walked in a very lady-like way, but on that day, she was almost staggering.
　　Is she drunk?
　　No way. I used to see her drinking with her bride's maids on our wedding night. Everyone ended up being drunk, but somehow she was the only one who remained sober.
　　That woman is a walking miracle.
　　I didn't know what had happened to me, but being stuck in this suffocating VVIP lounge, I felt particularly missing her.
　　I missed her slim figure. Who could ever believe that she had pushed a baby out of such a tiny body?
　　I missed her beautiful green eyes. They were always full of witty sparkles and only occasionally filled with anger or tears because of me.
　　She was angry because of me. She cried for me. For me and only me.
　　I used to own that woman. She was completely mine. What kind of idiot am I to let such a perfect woman run away from me? I really wished I could hold her in my arms and rip off her clothes, and...
　　What happened to me?
　　I had never felt so horny.
　　I desperately needed a fuck.
　　Jessica's voice brought me back to reality -
　　"Lucas, are you feeling hot? Let me remove your jacket for you."
　　As she was saying, she leaned against me.
　　To my surprise, she was almost naked, wearing nothing but underwear.
　　Seriously? She exposed herself on a sofa like this in the lounge?
　　I know it's a VVIP lounge, but who knows what kind of shitty things happened on this sofa.
　　As much as I wanted to fuck someone, I still pushed her away.
　　"Put on some clothes. You look so dirty," I said.
　　Jessica didn't seem to notice my genuine disgust. She thought I was flirting with her.
　　So she leaned forward and said, "Yeah, Luke. I'm a dirty, dirty girl. Do you like it dirty?"
　　"For fuck's sake, Jess. There must be billions of germs on this couch! Put on some clothes and stay away from me!" I said and pushed her again, this time with a bit more strength.
　　Jessica was pushed to the side.
　　She looked cross and indignant -
　　"I don't understand you, Luke! I know you're a hygiene freak. That's what you've been telling me these years whenever I want to have sex with you. But you were literally fucking Tracey in the lavatory a moment ago! Why don't you want to fuck me?!"
　　I ignored her nagging and walked towards the sink, washing my face and hands with soap.
　　The cool water made me conscious again.
　　The drink! Tracey became weird after drinking that glass of wine!
　　"What the hell did you put into the drink?!" I grabbed Jessica and asked anxiously.
　　Jessica opened her eyes wide -
　　"Me?! I didn't do anything! I swear, Luke! I just grabbed the drink from the table and..."
　　I looked around in the lounge and saw Jerry Fisher was gone.
　　Fuck! That dickhead! He must have drugged the wine! I saw it in his eyes! He just wanted to get into Tracey's pants!
　　I headed toward the door.
　　"Where are you going, Luke?" Jessica grabbed my arm and asked.
　　I walked off without saying anything.
　　There was nothing in my mind except Tracey.
　　I had to find her before that fucking asshole Jerry Fisher made a move on her!
　　Tracey's POV
　　When I opened my eyes, I saw a bright light projecting into my eyes.
　　Then, I saw the giant, fat naked man on top of me.
　　He was holding a video camera in his hand.
　　Jerry Fisher! That sick bastard! I couldn't believe that he was tapping me!
　　I wanted to sit up and escape, but I couldn't feel my arms and legs.
　　Jerry noticed that I had woken up, but he didn't stop tapping.
　　"I know you're Lucas Plarre's ex-wife and I'm not supposed to mess up with my boss' woman, but I am your biggest fan, Miss Stewart! I've been dreaming of this very moment for so many years in my life and I would kill myself if I missed a great opportunity like this."
　　I looked around and tried to look for something that I could use as a weapon.
　　I had already got a plan in my mind -
　　I would bash his head, chop off his dick, stick it into his ass along with the camera.
　　But at that moment, the door was pushed open.
　　A giant, muscular figure stormed inside.
　　Within a blink, I saw my ex-husband pulling Jerry Fisher off me.
　　He first stepped on Jerry's head to knock him off, then he stepped on the video camera to destroy it.
　　After that, he immediately approached me and held me up in his arms -
　　"Tracey, darling! Don't worry, I'm here with you. I will never ever let anyone hurt you again!"
　　As I slowly regained control of my limbs, I had a brilliant idea.
　　I mean, technically speaking, I fucked Lucas nine years ago and that was the last time that I had had sex.
　　I'm not a sex addict but nine years of dry period was too fucking long for me.
　　There were times that I had caught up in the moment with some other guys, but I just couldn't possibly have sex with them.
　　Whenever I close my eyes, I could see Lucas' face in my mind.
　　I know it sounds pathetic, but my ex-husband remains to be the first and only man that I've had sex with in my entire life.
　　And I'm certain that he hasn't had sex with anyone else, either. And my assumption is confirmed by Jessica's underfucked face.
　　I don't know. Maybe now is the perfect time for us to celebrate our reunion by fucking each other's brains out... again.
　　I mean, after all,  I am conveniently naked. This is the best hotel in town, and the room has already been paid for. And having sex with Lucas will certainly piss off Jessica.
　　And if after we fuck, things get complicated, I can always blame it on the influence of the drug.
　　That's what he owned me as my ex-husband.
　　So...
　　I wrapped my legs around my ex-husband's torso.
　　"Please don't go away, handsome," I whispered next to his ear, flickering his ear with the tip of my nose, blowing wind into his hair.
　　"Tracey, you're confused right now. Do you know who I am?" he asked.
　　He was panting heavily and I could feel the hard-on between my legs.
　　Great. Mommy always gets what she wants. I still get it.
　　"I know who you are," I whispered. "You are my man, and I am your woman."
　　Lucas placed me gently on the bed.
　　I knew he was hesitating, so I decided to give him one more push.
　　I twisted my legs and wrapped his legs like a snake.
　　Then, I said in a soothing voice, "Please, stay. I know you want me. Come here and warm me, darling..."
　　Lucas couldn't hold it anymore.
　　He moaned in despair and eventually mounted on top of me.
　　"Sir, do you need a ride back?" I heard his assistant's voice.
　　"No. Leave us," he said without looking back.
　　His assistant dragged Jerry Fisher out of the room and closed the door.
　　I lifted my legs in the air and that was when he said in an enchanting voice -
　　"Laura..."

　　Tracey's POV
　　Laura?! Did he fucking just mistake me with his high school sweetheart?!
　　How could he...?!
　　I pushed him away and jumped off the bed, crossing my arms while looking at him with hatred in my eyes.
　　After all these years, he still couldn't forget about Laura!
　　I had to grab my own wrists, so I wouldn't smash his head with a lamp or something.
　　I went to the bathroom and took a cold shower to calm me down.
　　But as soon as I went back to the bedroom and saw Lucas' face, my skin felt boiling again.
　　Damn, he looked so good when he lay on the bed half-consciously like this.
　　What a body.
　　What a flawless face.
　　What a huge chunk of...
　　"Laura..." He murmured, stretching out his arm toward me.
　　Seriously?! Again?! Just when I was about to forgive you because you look so enticing?!
　　I picked up the lamp.
　　He suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his arms.
　　"I miss you so much... I shouldn't have let go of you. Please don't go away. Please

Chapter 10