Trading My Ex for His Uncle



"Anyway, intimacy is important for women. A lack of a good sex life can mess with your hormones," Valarie warned.

Nyla mulled over her words. There might be some truth to it, though she wasn't entirely convinced.

"But he's so busy... I don't want to add to his stress," she replied.

"Stress? Please. It's not stress, it's bonding. It's the most direct way for you two to connect," Valarie said matter-of-factly.

"Fine..." Nyla relented.

Valarie raised an eyebrow, refusing to back down despite Nyla's lack of enthusiasm. "Let's eat quickly, and then we'll go shopping. We're getting some clothes."

Before long, Valarie had dragged Nyla into a boutique specializing in lingerie-and not the ordinary kind.

Valarie selected a set and held it up against Nyla, grinning. "This one is perfect for you."

Nyla glanced at the sheer fabric in Valarie's hands. The material was practically transparent, covering only the bare essentials. Her face flushed bright red.

She walked over and whispered, "Valarie, we don't need this. Let's go look at coats instead."

Just imagining herself wearing this in front of Damon made her want to dig a hole and hide in it, overwhelmed by embarrassment.

Valarie raised an eyebrow but refrained from teasing her further. Turning to the sales assistant, she said, "I'll take this one in size S, please."

After paying with her card, Valarie took the bag from the sales assistant and smoothly pulled Nyla out of the shop.

It took more than ten meters before Nyla could breathe a sigh of relief.

The mall was huge, but she was still worried about bumping into someone she knew. That would be awkward!

Valarie couldn't help but tease her. "Why are you acting like you've got something to hide?"

Nyla glared at her. "Well, thanks for taking me to that kind of boutique."

"What kind of boutique? Please, are you from the last century? This is normal now," Valarie replied.

"As if you have tons of experience..." Nyla muttered.

Valarie scoffed. "Not like I haven't seen things. Besides, it's about entertaining both the other person and yourself. If you don't want to wear it, just have Damon wear it."

Nyla nearly choked. Asking Damon to wear lingerie? Right, unless she was tired of living.

Despite herself, certain images

flashed in her mind-images she definitely didn't want to entertain.noveldrama

She quickly shook her head, trying to dispel the disturbing thoughts.

"Are we still shopping or not?" she asked, trying to steer the conversation elsewhere.

Valarie grinned. "Nope, let's go."

Back at the villa, Valarie handed Nyla the lingerie. "Here. It's yours. The rest is up to you."

Nyla instinctively wanted to reject it, but Valarie shoved the bag into her hands. "I can't fit a size S, and this was over 700 dollars."

Nyla's eyes widened. Just a few pieces of sheer fabric, and it cost over 700 dollars? They might as well have just robbed her... "Can we return it?" she asked, shocked.

"How's that possible? Just take it. Not like I'm asking you to wear it right now. You'll know when the timing is right. And if you really don't want to wear it, just toss it," Valarie assured her.

"Fine..." Nyla replied, resigned.

When she entered the villa, she felt like she was carrying a ticking time bomb.

As soon as Nyla stepped into the living room, however, she froze.

Damon was sitting on the couch, reviewing some documents.

Alarmed, she instinctively hid the bag behind her.

Damon glanced up just in time to catch her frantic movement. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "What's that you're hiding?"