The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

The aphrodisiac was strong, and Sophia wondered what the perpetrator wanted from him when that person did this. Halfway through, she winced at him. “That should be it, John. The aphrodisiac should be dying down now.”

John regained some of his composure, so he snorted. Sophia could hear his breathing, for he was right beside her. “Don’t you love this?” he said hoarsely. John wouldn’t say that, usually, but the aphrodisiac worked too well.

Sophia closed her eyes and let herself go. “Oh, of course I love it. I want it that way.”

John paused, and Sophia knew her luscious voice lit his flames. Well, he can’t be angry, since he doesn’t have the right to. Not when he forced himself on me.

A moment later, Sophia heard someone twisting the doorknob. “What are you doing locking the door, Sophia? Come out right now! I can’t find Boss!” Sophia pursed her lips and patted John’s shoulder, then he stopped, responding to the request.

Sophia tried to catch her breath before replying, “He’s with me.” She tried to sound normal, but Zack kept quiet for a long while. Closing her eyes, Sophia thought whether she should explain.

Then, Zack said, “Oh, um, carry on, then.” He sounded awkward, and Sophia covered her face.

Zack left. Panting, Sophia asked,

smiled and kissed her.

know what to say. It was merry outside, and since this room wasn’t soundproof, she could hear the sounds of heels and laughter from

find somewhere to cool down alone, or until Zack found him, but after coming

muddled with answers, so she paused for a moment. “Maybe it’s because I don’t like her.” The woman beside John back then looked worse than her, and she must be poorer too. How dare she look down on me and scoff after that disdainful

someone else sooner or later after the divorce, she hated it. She just hated that

his next partner. She came here on this day to trip them

didn’t ask what she meant. As Sophia stared at the ceiling, she thought that she was being childish. She slowly closed her eyes, and

hide it.

it every time he has sex with me, he’s drugged? Even though Sophia was f*cked now, she wasn’t going to admit it. “Thank me then. If not because of me, you would have been sleeping