All Chapters of My Ex Wants Me Back: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Emily“So, how’s your dad doing today?” Marcos broke the silence, which was both good and bad.His voice so close, mixed with his scent inside the truck, wasn’t helping me stay focused. But talking about my dad would steer my mind to less heated territory.We chatted about random things for so long that I didn’t notice what he was doing until I started recognizing the road around us.Marcos had distracted me with small talk to drive me to the next town. We’d left São Fernando a while ago.“You cheater!” I shouted, shocked. Pedro was right—he’d been stalling me. “What are you thinking, Marcos? You can’t miss another day of work because of me!”He stayed silent for what felt like an eternity, then burst into laughter.There was nothing funny about being stuck with him all day. It’d be torture, like walking in desert heat with a water fountain beside you.“You took long enough to notice, don’t you think?” he said, trying to stifle his laughter. “I wasn’t going to let you take the bus. I

EmilyI woke up as the truck pulled into Marcos’ garage, having slept the entire ride back on his shoulder.“Was I terrible company on the way back?” I murmured, stretching and grabbing my bag from the floor, ready to jump out.“Besides your occasional snoring, you were great company,” he teased, that mischievous smile daring me to come closer.“I don’t snore, idiot. Thanks for bringing me back,” I said, pulling away. “Good night, Marcos.” I turned to leave, ready to end our adventure, but I felt him wrap his arms around me from behind.His arms encircled my waist, holding me tight against his body.I needed to go, to save myself from him before things got even more complicated.“Where do you think you’re going, missy?” he whispered in my ear, already sending shivers through me. “I brought you here because you’re spending the night with me. Otherwise, we’d be at your place.” He kissed my neck. “We’re going inside to take a shower together.” His tongue traced a path until he caught my

EmilyWhen we left the room, there was no sign of Bianca or Joshua, only our clothes, neatly folded and placed on the couch. We took a quick shower, and I jumped into the truck. I was starving, my stomach growling as if it might stick together, and I wanted some distance between us to process everything that had happened.We hadn’t talked since getting out of bed, and I was grateful for that. I didn’t want to think or make decisions in the heat of the moment.I knew things would change, but I wasn’t ready to discuss them. I preferred to let them unfold gradually. But since arriving in São Fernando, nothing had resolved calmly—things seemed to be racing to see which would knock me down first.“I know you’re scared,” Marcos said, catching me off guard after the deafening silence. He was still driving, and thankfully, we were close to the diner, or I’d be tempted to jump out just to avoid this conversation. “But we’ll figure this out, Emy.” I looked at the man beside me. His breathing wa

EmilyThe day was sunny, but not like yesterday’s scorching heat. No, today there was a strong breeze, signaling rain by the end of the day.The truck’s windows were all open, letting the wind whip my hair wildly. Marcos smiled, catching my attention, only for me to notice he was smiling at nothing in particular. When our eyes met, we grinned even wider, like two people sharing an inside joke. In our case, the joke was this overwhelming happiness that had exploded over us.“I’m terrified,” I confessed when he parked in front of my house. “Nothing stays this perfect for long.”His clear eyes looked at me with the same shine as earlier, but a shadow threatened to dim all that joy.“I know. The first time, I was scared you’d tire of the poor kid. Now, I’m afraid something will come and ruin everything,” he said, taking my hands in his.But I pulled them away and held his face. The one that had haunted my dreams for so long was now just a touch away, and all I could think was that I neede

EmilyMarcos was about to pull him off the other guy, but it wasn’t necessary since my dad followed me out of the place when he saw me.“Darling, I’m sorry. That jerk provoked me, and I lost my head,” my dad tried to explain, but all I really wanted to know was whether he’d been drinking.“Are you drunk?” I asked bluntly, not giving him a chance to explain anything else.“What? No, I didn’t touch a drop. You can ask anyone in there if you don’t believe me,” he almost pleaded, but it wasn’t necessary.“I believe you. I don’t care what happened in there. If he provoked you, he deserved every punch. It’s just a shame it ruined Carla’s show,” I murmured, heading to our car. I wasn’t going back inside to say goodbye to anyone. Marcos saw what happened and knew it was best to keep those two hotheads apart, which is why he was taking my dad home.But before I could drive off, Marcos caught up to us, running across the gravel parking lot.“I talked to Bete. She’ll watch Felipe until the show’