All Chapters of My Ex Wants Me Back: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

EmilyEarly Monday morning, I was already up, buzzing with excitement for everything I’d planned for the cabin. After talking with Dad, we agreed to let Marcos help with the repairs. Dad stopped by the hardware store and brought everything we’d need—wood, nails, paint. Marcos and I loaded it all into his truck and set off, determined to finish as quickly as possible so we could gather everyone to celebrate.“Carlos and I looked over your résumé,” Marcos said casually, but I could tell he was eager for me to join them. “You’re way overqualified to work at the club, don’t you think?”“How did you… How did you get my résumé? I deleted those messages,” I stammered, curious how they’d gotten their hands on it.“I grabbed it from your house. Your desk was covered with them,” he replied nonchalantly.“Goodness, Marcos, that’s even worse than if I’d sent it by email!”I hadn’t sent it precisely because I didn’t want to take advantage of our relationship or my friendship with Carlos to get a j

Emily“Emily, you don’t understand—”“You’re the one who doesn’t understand what it means to have a child on the way!” Marcos shouted, cutting him off. “You should be by her side, supporting her, telling her everything’s going to be okay. Pregnancy is tough enough—imagine how she’s feeling right now? Alone, confused, lost.”Fernando looked at him awkwardly, almost ashamed, and I hoped he’d finally hear reason.“I already told her the best thing to do, for all of us, even the kid!” he insisted, still resolute, making me curse.“I don’t know what the hell’s gotten into you, but you need to man up,” Marcos growled, as indignant as I was. I didn’t know what was holding him back from punching Fernando—he clearly deserved it. “Get your shit together and go make things right with your wife. Support her. That’s what a real man does!”As quickly as the words hit him, Fernando’s expression shifted. He was determined not to be diminished despite his obvious stupidity. He wasn’t going down withou

I woke up early. Helen was arriving, and I wanted her to have a hearty breakfast when she got here. I left Dad finishing preparations with Sara’s help and rushed to the bus station. We were all pointedly ignoring Fernando, pretending he wasn’t there, so he didn’t need to be told anything.My phone pinged with a message, and my heart leapt, thinking it might be Marcos. But seeing “Bi” crushed my hopes.Bi: Hey, Emy. Marcos went to work today, still hasn’t talked to me, still distant like I told you. But he left the house for the shop—that’s something, right?I sighed, relieved. Him leaving the house and seeing people was a good start. Talking to others would help him process until he was ready to talk to me.Bi: Don’t forget we’re meeting this afternoon. I can’t stand not knowing why you’re both suffering like this.I’d forgotten about our meeting today. I didn’t want to leave Helen alone with Fernando. Dad would be at rehab, and Sara would be working all day. Looks like it’d be four w

EmilyFive days had passed since I last spoke to Marcos—five damn days since he ran out of the cabin, leaving me behind. I tried to keep my mind occupied during that time. I went out with the girls, shopped with Helen and Sara in the next town, and finished painting the cabin.But nothing I did made time move faster. I kept catching myself thinking of something from my day I wanted to share with him or seeing something that would suit him perfectly. Everything circled back to how much I needed to talk to him and fix things.Like today, I woke up with an overwhelming need to see him. My heart was heavy, and I couldn’t stand the silence anymore when all I wanted was to be with him.“What are you going to do at the cabin, Emily? It’s Sunday, and it’s pouring outside,” my dad complained for the hundredth time since I told him I was leaving.“I just have one thing to do there. It won’t take long.”The truth was, I had nothing to do there, just like I had nothing to do at home. But I couldn

He flipped us, laying me on the floor, and stripped off his sweatpants and underwear. His caresses continued as he struggled with my jeans, which clung to my body. We laughed, fumbling to get them off quickly, but the moment his lips touched my skin again, my laughter turned to desire.He kissed me slowly, his tongue tracing mine as his hands roamed my body, leaving me in an almost torturous state of anticipation.Our ragged breaths clashed, and when Marcos touched my clit, I moaned. It was torture after five days without him, his mouth, his touch.“Marcos,” I moaned his name, hoping he’d speed up. I was in a hurry.His cock entered me slowly, drawing a long moan from me. He pressed our foreheads together, thrusting slowly as we locked eyes. I dug my nails into his skin—he was driving me insane.I couldn’t help it and ground against him. Marcos growled, his rhythm shifting to harder thrusts. Soon, the sound of our bare skin slapping together and our increasingly loud moans filled the