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?”

off his jacket, revealing the white shirt underneath. She never used to be this daring, but now Sophia was tugging at John’s belt, her tone suggestive. “You messed up my fling, so

of lust that had abated earlier. He took

chuckled. “Of course, I do.

tossed his unfinished cigarette away and cupped

at him, 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

her in his arms. “Great. You’ll be getting what you came

data, so with

her, but when they were about to get down to things in the bedroom, she suddenly pinned him down. There was a burning question in her heart which she longed the answer for. “Have you cheated on me

on the bed, his gaze deep, his voice

this sort of thing, so she grunted, feeling defeated. She

anyway though. Under the influence of

do. After finding where John was, she leaned

After the call went through, he said, “I want you to look into the deal with Focker. See if he spiked the