Chapter 56

"Are you insane?!" Esmee coughed when i left her mouth. "You almost suffocated me! What the hell is going on?"

"I'm sorry, i'm so sorry! my mom caught me coming in with a pharmacy bag, and when she asked what it was, i told her i bought medicine for you because you were sick,"

"Okay, wait," Esmee said, stepping closer and pointing at the bag. "What is even in there that was worth making your mom think I’m on my deathbed?"

Since it was Esmee, i couldn't lie to her. I reached into the bag, pulled out the small rectangular box, and held it out to her.

Esmee took it, reading the bold lettering on the front. Her eyes widened, and her mouth formed a soft 'O'.

"Wait... are you pregnant?"

"No! I'm not pregnant!" God, no. Never!! That’s the last thing I need right now. "I'm not pregnant, I'm only preventing pregnancy."

Esmee’s shock quickly melted into a slow, knowing smirk. She raised an eyebrow, tilting her head as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"So... why exactly are you needing to prevent pregnancy?"

"Because I had sex,"

"Ohh... hope you enjoyed it!" Esmee winked, her smirk widening as she nudged my shoulder playfully.

Of course she had to tease me. I hid my face in my hands for a second, my cheeks burning off from pure embarrassment.

"Stop it!" I groaned, but she just giggled.

"Well, it's fine, you did the smart thing. What i need you to do is you are going to go back next door, grab that delicious breakfast your mom is making for 'sick old me,' bring it over here, and we are going to eat every single bite,"

"Deal. But wait... what were you going to tell me before I almost suffocated you?"

"Get the food first, Victoria. Spilling secrets requires proper nourishment."

"Fine, fine. Just... stay right here and act like you're recovering from a deadly fever while I go play dutiful daughter."

"Good,"

~~Sophia (Victoria's mom) pov~~

I leaned back against the headboard, slide my hand down the front of my underwear, and stared at the screen. The p**n video was playing on low volume, but honestly, it barely did anything for me. I closed my eyes and moved my fingers faster, trying so hard to get there, but it just wasn't enough. It was never enough.

It had been two years since David and I got divorced. Two long years. But even after the papers were signed, we couldn't stay away from each other. We kept meeting up in secret for months just to have sex. I hated to admit it, but no one could touch me the way he did. I loved his body, loved the way he made me feel, and I couldn't get enough of him.

Then everything went to hell. A few months ago, I found out he had gotten a new girlfriend.

The realization hit me like a slap in the face: I was still madly in love with my ex-husband. I was so angry, hurt, and bitter that I cut off all contact with him immediately. Since then, it had just been me and my fingers, trying to fill a void that wouldn't close.

I even tried moving on. A few weeks ago, I went on a date with a guy and ended up back at his place. We were making out on his couch, his hands under my shirt, and he started fingering me. It felt good at first, but the moment he unzipped his pants and tried to push inside me, I pushed him off and stopped everything right there. My mind kept rushing back to David. His hands, his voice, his touch. I couldn't do it with anyone else. I craved him so badly it physically hurt.

I pulled my hand out of my pants and pulled up my underwear. Sitting up on the bed, I stared at my phone on the nightstand.

Well fuck this, I didn't care if he had a girlfriend. I didn't care if he was engaged to her, He was my ex-husband after all, the father of my daughter, and I needed him more than life.

My heart pounded in my chest as I started to call his number.

"Hello?"

David’s voice came through the speaker. Just hearing him say that single word sent heat between my legs, so intense it made my breath catch.

I took a deep breath, squeezed my eyes shut, and spoke.

"Hi, David."

"Well, well. Look who finally decided to call me," he replied smoothly. "I was wondering how long you were going to keep ignoring me,"

Every nerve in my body was screaming at me to beg him to get in his car and come touch me.

"Don't flatter yourself, i was just going through my contacts and figured I'd see if you were still alive."

"Well, i'm alive, thanks for checking in," he replied, his tone infuriatingly light and nonchalant. "Now, if that's all, bye,"

"W...wait.! Won't you even ask how Victoria is? Do you realize she's your only child?"

As the words left my mouth, my chest tightened. Didn't he miss me at all? I wondered, a ache spreading through my chest. Was he really this unaffected by everything? Am I the only one losing my mind over this?

"Sophia, i talk to my daughter every single week," he said, amused chuckle trailing off the speaker. "Victoria and i are completely fine. So..... do you want to tell me the real reason you called, or do you want to use my daughter as an excuse?"

"I'm not using our daughter as an excuse, David. A responsible father should also check on the mother of his only child!"

Goddness, you sound so transparent sophia, my mind screamed at me. Just tell him to come over. Tell him your bed is cold and you're losing your mind without his hands on you.

"I do not miss you at all, i was only concerned about my daughter father not checking on her, Look, I need to tell you something important. Are you free to meet up?"

"Ummm...?"

A woman's soft voice drifted through the line on his end. My stomach dropped, instantly turning sour. His fiancée.

God, I hated her!