[BL] Dear Hushand, I want divorce-Chapter 119: I’m not gay

Ryder blocked Noah’s path again, his eyes raking over Noah’s body, taking in every inch of him with a hunger that was impossible to hide. He’s quite shameless when he sees something he desires.

And it happens pretty rarely when someone or something gets his attention.

"You know, doll face," Ryder murmured, his voice a rough, seductive growl, "you might be the most frustrating person I’ve ever met, but damn, if you aren’t the hottest too."

Noah glared at him, his breath coming faster as he tried to shove past. "Move, ugly face. I’m not in the mood for your bullshit."

Ryder only smirked at the insult, stepping closer, his lips almost brushing against Noah’s ear. "What’s wrong with having a little fun? Something tells me you’re tired from a lotttt of things. Don’t you ever just want to let go, stop pretending you’re above it all, and just...feel?"

Noah’s jaw clenched, but Ryder could see the way his body was reacting, the way his breath hitched whenever Ryder’s hand slid up his arm. So, maybe Ryder does have a chance.

And he won’t let it go without giving it a try.

"You’ve got that fire, that energy... I want to see what you’re like when you’re not fighting it. When you’re just giving in."

"You wish! And I’m not gay so get off me," Noah snapped, trying to pull away, but Ryder wasn’t letting go.

"You’ve got that mouth on you," Ryder continued, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "But I bet it would feel a lot better wrapped around...something else. How about it? You could use that sharp tongue for something other than insults."

Noah’s eyes blazed with fury, but Ryder could see the heat there too, that spark that told him he was getting under Noah’s skin. "You’re disgusting," Noah disputed, and Ryder knew he was getting to him.

"Maybe," Ryder admitted with a smirk, his hand sliding down to rest on Noah’s hip, his thumb brushing dangerously close to the waistband of Noah’s pants making Noah shiver and wiggle. "But then why is your body reacting to my touch if you’re not gay? I bet you’re already half-hard just thinking about what I could do to you."

Noah’s breath hitched, his cheeks flushing with anger and something else. This is ridiculous. He’s straight. Straight as a pole.

Ryder moved his face closer to Noah’s who instinctively pulled his face back. "I’d have you begging in minutes. You’d be so fucking desperate for it, you wouldn’t even care who was watching."

Ryder’s hand drifted lower, his fingers teasing at the edge of Noah’s pants, but he didn’t push further—yet. He wanted to see Noah squirm, wanted to hear him admit, even just a little, that Ryder was getting to him.

He has never met someone like Noah. No one has ever dared to give him so much attitude. Ryder is used to getting what he likes. Both men and women are in line to get with him. But Ryder doesn’t do relationships. It’s not his thing.

Love and relationships are a waste of time for him.

"Imagine it," Ryder whispered, his voice a rough, seductive purr. "You, straddling me, riding me until you’re a fucking mess. I’d have you coming so hard you wouldn’t even remember your own name."

Noah’s breath was coming faster now, his eyes locked with Ryder’s in a heated, furious glare. It’s as if Ryder’s words froze him, making him unable to think straight.

But he quickly revived.

"You’re sick," Noah bit out, but Ryder only chuckled, his hand sliding back up to cup the side of Noah’s face.

"But I’m exactly what you need right now. Someone who’s not afraid to get a little dirty, to push you to your limits and then some. You can act all high and mighty, but something tells me. You want this just as much as I do."

Noah tried to pull away, but Ryder held him firm, his gaze locked onto Noah’s, filled with hunger and lust. Of course, he wasn’t going to do anything. He could see how much Noah was resisting. And getting sex out of someone after manipulating them isn’t his thing either.

He prefers when the latter knows what they want from him. Since consent is everything for him. So, until Noah says he wants it too, Ryder won’t force him.

However, what’s the harm in playing some more with Noah before he lets him go.

"Come on, doll face," Ryder murmured, his voice a husky whisper. "Let me fuck that attitude right out of you. I promise you’ll enjoy every second."

Noah’s eyes flashed with anger, but Ryder could see the hesitation there too, that tiny crack in his defences that told Ryder he was getting through. Ryder smirked, his thumb brushing across Noah’s lips.

"Stop fighting it. Just give in, Noah. Let me show you what it’s like to be completely, utterly fucked out of your mind." frёewebηovel.cѳm

Noah finally shoved Ryder away, but Ryder could see the conflict in his eyes, the way his body was betraying him, responding to Ryder’s every word. Ryder’s smirk only widened as he watched Noah try to regain his composure.

"Stay away from me!" Noah growled with a death glare.

And with that, Ryder stepped back with a playful laugh surrendering his hands, letting Noah go for now. A sadistic smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

But the thrill of the chase was coursing through him, and this was far from finished. Noah might fight him every step of the way, but Ryder was determined to break through, to see what Noah was really like when all that anger finally gave way to pure, unbridled desire.

Noah cursed under his breath as he stormed down the dim hallway, trying to shake off the unsettling encounter with Ryder. He could still feel the ghost of Ryder’s hands on his body, and it made his skin crawl. "Who the hell does that bastard think he is?" Noah thought, seething with anger. "What kind of perverted friends does Elijah have? Of course, just like him."

But as much as Ryder’s words and actions had infuriated him, Noah’s concern for Ash was stronger. He needed to find him, to make sure Elijah wasn’t up to something equally disturbing. Still, the thought of Ryder made his stomach turn. He needed to compose himself before he faced anyone else.

Noah detoured into a nearby washroom, desperate for a moment alone. He leaned against the sink, gripping the cold porcelain as he took deep breaths to steady his nerves. "Get it together," he muttered to himself. "You can’t let that asshole get to you."

He straightened his clothes, trying to brush off the invisible filth Ryder had left on him. As he adjusted his shirt, the door creaked open behind him. Noah glanced up, expecting someone to walk in, but instead, he saw two men in the mirror’s reflection, both of them eyeing him with creepy smiles.

"Looks like we found ourselves a pretty one," one of them sneered, his eyes roving over Noah with a crooked kind of hunger.

Noah stiffened, his heart racing. "What the hell do you want?"

The second man stepped forward, blocking the door as he locked it behind him. "Just a little fun, sweetie. You looked like you could use some company."

Noah’s pulse spiked, and he took a step back, his eyes darting around for any possible escape. "Get the hell away from me," he growled, but his voice lacked the usual confidence, a creeping dread settling in his gut.

The first man grinned, pulling a small vial from his pocket. "Oh, we’ll get away...but not before we have some fun with you first."

Before Noah could react, the second man lunged at him, his hand covering Noah’s mouth as he tried to fight back. Noah’s strength, however, was no match for their combined force, and he struggled in vain as the first man uncapped the vial and brought it closer.

Noah’s muffled shouts echoed in the small washroom as the man forced the contents of the drugs against his nose and mouth, the sickly-sweet scent filling his senses. His vision began to blur, his movements slowing as the drug took effect. His body weakened, and soon he could barely keep his eyes open.

Noah’s mind turned into a foggy mess, a swirling haze of confusion and dread. The drug coursing through his veins made it impossible to think straight, his limbs heavy and uncoordinated. The two men had him pinned, their hands roaming over his body as he tried to resist, but he was too weak, too out of it to put up much of a fight.

"Please...stop..." Noah mumbled, his words slurring as his head lolled to the side. His vision blurred, the faces of his attackers swimming in and out of focus.

They didn’t listen. They laughed, their grip tightening as they started to tear at his clothes, his shirt ripping under their rough hands. Noah’s skin felt like it was on fire, a strange, uncomfortable heat spreading through his body. His breath hitched, and he could feel something else—an unwelcome arousal that made his stomach churn with disgust. He was terrified, humiliated, and completely at their mercy.

Just when he thought he was about to lose himself entirely, the door burst open with a loud crash. The men turned in shock, only to be met with the sight of Ryder strolling in with a lazy grin on his face.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Ryder said, whistling as he surveyed the scene. "I leave you alone for five minutes, and you’re already causing trouble, doll face. Tsk tsk, what am I going to do with you?"