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?”

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.

working its magic, fueling his flame of lust that had abated earlier. He took a deep

chuckled. “Of course, I do.

and cupped her chin. “Were you going out with a

but even though they were married, he still ran away from her in the

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

his identification data, so with one hand holding

in the bedroom, she suddenly pinned him down. There was a burning question in her heart which

bed, his gaze deep, his voice

event, but she wasn’t really great at this sort of thing, so she grunted, feeling defeated.

idea? Not that we’re stopping anyway though. Under the influence of alcohol, Sophia drifted to sleep, but John stayed awake. He looked up at the ceiling in the dark, his eyes

finding where John was, she leaned closer to

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