After Divorce, Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant-Chapter 219 Special - : #5

“Lloyd Riley, I’ll make this a night for you to remember.”

It was like a promise, or maybe even a declaration, but regardless, it was one Anastasia was determined to keep and she knew just how to do so.

Over the course of years, she had dealt with boys like Lloyd, players, the call themselves. They waltz into your life, mess up your emotions and end up using you as a one night stand.

Anastasia’s first experience at that had been painful, so right now, as she walked back to where she and Lloyd had been seated, she wondered how Lloyd would feel if the tables were turned on him.

“You done?” Lloyd asked as she took her seat from across him, fingers curling around the glass of her whiskey.

“Yes. The bathroom here didn’t really have much to offer.” She flashed him a smile, deciding to move on to her plan rather than delaying an further. “So, do you have any plans after this?” She asked, placing the tip of her glass on her lower lip and looking at Lloyd through her lashes.

He narrowed his eyes at her sudden question and the look in his eyes.

Was he missing something? Did something happen back at the bathroom?

Or was it perhaps the whiskey?

Whatever the answer was, Lloyd had it to thank.

“Are you asking me if we’re going back to your place or mine?” He asked.

“Maybe,” She purred, leaning in. “But if you ask me, I’d prefer your place. We can always do a repeat of the other day.”

Lloyd was surprised by her forwardness, but he didn’t have a single complain. If she was willing, he was more than willing.

“Then let’s head out.” He said, reaching for his wallet and paying their bill.

Anastasia watched him and couldn’t help but smile. Teaching his stupid ass a lesson was going to be more fun than she had experienced in this shitty, expensive looking night club.

Lloyd held out his hand, helping her out of the barstool and once they were both standing, they left the nightclub, his arm wrapped around her waist.

They were silent on the drive back to his place, but the tension between them was high, and not just that, the sexual tension was even higher.

Lloyd had to resist the urge to reach over and place his hand on her tights.

Be a gentleman, he reminded, not wanting things to progress too fast with Anastasia and he’d end up causing her discomfort.

That was the last thing he wanted tonight.

“We’re here.” He said, parking the car in his driveway and walking around to open the door for her.

“Such a gentleman.” Anastasia teased as she stepped out, purposely closing the proximity between them and staring into his eyes as she did so.

Lloyd gulped. She was playing a dangerous game, and he wasn’t sure he could keep himself together if she kept doing that.

“I’m a man of class, you see.” He replied and began leading the way towards his house. “Something many of your ex’s didn’t have I presume.”

Anastasia laughed, genuinely, because what Lloyd had said was right. She had dated a total of 11 men who claimed to have wanted to be serious with her, but it was all a lie, a façade to get into her pants.

And sadly, Lloyd was going to be number 12.

Her dating history truly was questionable.

“I’ll take that laugh of yours as a confirmation.” Lloyd said as he unlocked the door and they stepped in. “Wine? Whiskey?” He offered.

Having another round of drink right after leaving a club, how healthy.

“Just water.”

Her answer had Lloyd looking back at her, his gaze once again narrowed on her. “Just water, eh?” He laughed and Anastasia found that the sound, free from all the club distractions, was quite pleasing to the ear.

As soon as the thought crossed her mind, Anastasia rebuked it, reminding herself that this was just a little revenge project to show Lloyd how girls felt after he messed with them.

“Yeah. Just water. I’m not much of a heavy drinker.” She answered.

“Really? Because you look like the type of girl who has a drink in her hand 24/7.” He said as he poured himself white wine then grabbed a bottle of chilled water from the fridge. “But I guess I’m wrong.” He leaned on the island which was between them and stared into her eyes as she cracked the cap open. “It looks like there’s a lot I still have to learn.”

Anastasia hummed, taking a sip from her water before looking at him. “Well, those information don’t come easy. You’d have to earn it.”

Sadly you’ve lost the chance too.

“I guess I’ll have to work hard for it, then.” Lloyd said as he gulped the remainder of his wine down and rounded the island, walking up to Anastasia.

His sudden closeness had her looking up, eyes locking.

“Lloyd.”

She called his name, and it sounded so damn sweet coming from her lips, it had his head spinning.

Damn, now he saw what Gabriel felt. These two friends could really effortlessly make people trip head over heels for them.

“Yes?” He asked.

“Let’s move this somewhere more... Comfortable.” She suggested.

Lloyd nodded and without wasting a moment, he lifted her up, his arms wrapping around her waist. She giggled and circled her legs around him, arms draped over his shoulder as he carried her into his bedroom.

“Your room’s huge.” She said as he dropped her on the bed and she rolled over, getting a better view of the familiar interior.

“Thanks.” He replied, joining her. “What now?” He asked, lying beside her, his fingers brushing her hair.

“Whatever you want.” Anastasia answered, moving to straddle him.

Their eyes locked and in an instant, Lloyd leaned up, brushing his lips against hers and waiting for the moment she gave her consent before he pressed his lips onto hers, his tongue darting out, asking for entrance which she gladly gave him.

As they kissed, his hands explored her body, feeling the softness of her skin and the curves of her figure.

He had to admit, It felt like he was a teenager again, experiencing his first time.

As the kiss progressed, Anastasia reached for his belt, removing it and unzipping his pants. Her hand dove into his underwear, and the moment her palm came into contact with his shaft, Lloyd couldn’t stop the moan that escaped his mouth.

“Fuck,” He cursed, and Anastasia smirked, pulling him free from his pants.

Her fingers curled around him and slowly, she moved her hand up and down his length, the sensation enough to have him groaning.

“Damn,” He cursed once more and grabbed her wrist, stopping her.

“Is everything okay?” Anastasia asked, concern laced in her tone.

“I’m not a virgin, but if you keep doing that, I might as well be.”

He said, sitting up and pulling her close, kissing her, and she kissed him back, her hands cupping his face.

This was the part of the plan she was unsure about.

Kissing him and having sex him was one thing, but kissing him back with all these emotions was a whole different thing.

She tried to resist the emotions, the feelings, but as his hand came up to her shoulder, his finger hooking the strap of her dress and pushing it down, she couldn’t deny the fluttering feeling in her stomach and the quickening of her heartbeat.

“Anastasia,” Lloyd called out her name as his hands roamed her body, her name sounded so right coming from his lips and for a second, she couldn’t tell if she was actually doing this out of revenge, or because she enjoyed his presence.

“I know you said to do whatever I want,” Lloyd said, pulling away and looking up at her. “But can you tell me what you want?”

For a moment, she was left speechless. What did she want?

To have him feel what it feels like to be used. To have him know what it feels like to have someone toy with you.

To have him realize that despite his good looks and charms, he was no different than her other ex’s and that she’s not be put under his charms.

Yeah, that was all it and nothing, not the fluttering in her stomach, the look in his eyes or the feeling of his hand on her waist could change that.

“I want you to do anything, except hold back.” She answered and leaned in, whispering against his lips. “I want you to take me.”

Her words sent a chill down his spine and with a smirk, Lloyd pushed her back against the bed, hovering over her as he kissed her, his lips moving from hers, trailing a line of kisses along her jawline and down her neck.

“You won’t regret this.” He whispered.

Anastasia bit the inside of her cheek, a small voice at the back of her head telling her that yes, she was going to regret this because no matter what step she took after this, Lloyd’s touch was going to linger in her mind and haunt her.

But that was a problem for the future. Right now she needed to teach a certain Billionaire playboy that not all women could be easily played with like sex toys.