The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Everything after Sophia came out of the bar was a blank for her. It wasn’t after she puked did things become clearer to her. She took the glass of water John gave her and gurgled before standing up, the fog in her mind cleared. “God, that felt better.”

John was leaning against his car as he lit his cigarette and unbuttoned his collar. “Get in right now if you’re feeling better. I’m leaving,” he hissed. The night might be cool, and it might have eased his frustration, but it was still there.

Sophia leaped up, shocked. “John? Why are you here?”

John puffed and frowned. “If it wasn’t for me, you would have been sleeping with a random guy.”

Sophia stood up and looked around, noticing that she was at her home’s doorstep. She looked at John. “So you went to the bar earlier? Were you the one who brought me back?”

John said nothing. He wanted to ask his driver to send her home, but with how drunk she was, John’s driver was worried something might spiral out of control, so John had to do this himself.

Sophia was less than thrilled. So this guy went to celebrate after all. Her anger was fueled further by the alcohol she drank, so Sophia went ahead and leaned against him, smirking. “So, were you trying to catch a fling too?”

John noticed what she was trying to say, and he looked into her eyes. “Too?”

this daring, but now Sophia was tugging at John’s belt, her tone suggestive. “You messed up my fling, so

looked at her. Now the alcohol was working its magic, fueling his flame of lust that had abated earlier. He

chuckled. “Of course, I do. Why?

his unfinished cigarette away and cupped her chin. “Were you going out with a fling

the feeling of dejection sprang up within her again. She loved this man for a long time now, but even though they were married, he still ran away from her in the

arms. “Great. You’ll be getting what you came for.” Sophia gasped

Sophia didn’t delete his identification data, so with one hand

bedroom, she suddenly pinned him

bed,

this sort of thing, so she grunted, feeling defeated. She didn’t know how she should continue with

we do this? Is this really a good idea? Not that we’re stopping anyway though. Under the influence of alcohol, Sophia

while later, she turned around and moved around like she used to do. After finding where John was, she leaned closer

through, he said, “I want you to look into