The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

It was apparent that Sophia was still under the influence of alcohol, as her sense of time was muddled, which made her think that they were still bound to each other in a marriage that ate away at their patience. Anxiety kicked in while she was still immersed in her own world, thus she looped her arms around his neck before kissing him.

If there was ever a reason that rich individuals had a higher probability of cheating on their partners compared to those who were poor, whomever that decided to step in between the married couple would be to blame. Besides, those who stepped in tended to have good looks, which made it hard for men to resist the temptation.

Such was John’s predicament. Logically, he knew he should push her away, as he should stop associating himself with her. The fact that they were still living under the same roof was already inappropriate in itself, while physical intimacy would only further complicate matters.

However, thoughts were merely thoughts, as he had a hard time restraining himself, which led him to fall onto the bed with Sophia in his arms while she begged in a low voice, “John, can you not dislike me?”

Her words came as a shock to him while he was overwhelmed by uncomfortable feelings. “I never did.” Which was the truth, as he merely thought that they were incompatible. In fact, they were only ever in sync when it came to sex and nothing else, for she was never his type from the very beginning.

Sophia seemed so happy about it, as if having gotten his promise, so she was being cooperative. That wasn’t their first time having sex. John reached out to turn off the lights before opening up in the dark, “Please don’t blame me.”

“It’s okay. I never did blame you.” Unwary of what he truly meant, she let slip a chuckle before kissing him again.

The dark was where dark desires bred, in which mumbles and sounds of tangled limbs could be heard even from outside the room. It was the only way for John to let loose his desires of wanting her.

kept on telling him she liked him while in a muddled state of mind, which John didn’t take seriously, as he figured she was but a drunken woman who couldn’t tell where and when she was, so she could

movement, they finally fell asleep, with Sophia holding onto his arm as she slept soundly. On the other hand, John woke up after a short nap before checking the time to realize that he needed

she slept soundly. It was thus he had to push her

contact after their divorce, which John was beginning to get used to, thus didn’t have much

began dreaming after he left. The dream itself was chaotic, as it presented her with scenes of John

aloof nature to tell her some sweet nothings, which pleased her enough for her

failed to recognize

the blanket kicked aside, while a frown formed on her face when she slowly moved her hands across her body to

have a habit of sleeping with my clothes on, Sophia figured as she scanned her surroundings

she knew, but she couldn’t recall how she got in there. Something felt off about her body when she lowered her gaze to check

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