บททั้งหมดของ MY EX-BOYFRIEND WANTS ME BACK: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I heaved, swayed and turned recklessly, with Sara occasionally whispering into my ears, the music was loud, we could barely hear ourselves, I looked at her happy face, the only person who wanted to see me happy.Colored lights flashed into our faces. Sara dragged me deeper into the club, her laughter cutting through the loud music,“Happy birthday, girl! You deserve to be happy!” I could barely hear her but I also read her lips, shoving another shot into my hand. Tequila. I threw it down my throat immediately like some doctor's prescription, it burned, but not as much as my heart from the heartbreak that Marcus had dished out to me.I hit the empty glass on the bar, and let the music pull me. We danced, hips swaying, arms up, hair flying. Sara is such a vibe queen, the only reason I have kept it together. For a few minutes, I almost forgot Marcus. Almost forgot the promises he’d whispered before he left for his “big business trip.” Almost forgot how his texts stopped coming, how he o

I pushed the door open with my hip. Praying Sara should be at work already, Sara is such a gist-hungry animal. She wouldn’t allow me air until she’s heard everything. I walked on my toes, the place was small, cluttered, but it smelled like home, the best place I could lay my head. I kicked the door shut behind me, flung my purse onto the couch, and let myself fall backward onto Sara’s spare bed. The mattress bounced once. I stared up at the cracked ceiling, chest rising and falling fast. For a second, Marcus flashed back to my mind. His smile. His promises. The way he used to kiss my forehead and say he’d call every night. Three months of nothing. Ghosted. Gone. I shut my eyes tight, bit down on my lower lip to chase him away, he’s the last thing I want on my mind at the moment. Sara was right, I need to let go and nurse my shattered heart. And then, oh God! A tiny sting bloomed where my teeth pressed. A small, sweet pain from last night. Alex’s mouth had been there, possess

The nanny, Maria, she’d introduced herself with a quick nod and wide smile, grabbed the second suitcase from the front step without a word. She wheeled it smoothly beside mine as we stepped into the foyer. Marble floors gleamed under our feet. I was just too conscious of everything, everything here costs real money. My eyes roamed around, a faint smile clung to my face.The air smelled expensive, like I had to drop some cents to breathe comfortably here, fresh linen and citrus filled my nostrils.We turned into the sitting room and my stomach twisted tighter. I jammed my lips together immediately, I can't be found drooling.Victoria Langford sat on the biggest couch I’d ever seen, cream leather, wide enough to swallow my whole frame. Her laptop balanced on a glass table in front of her. My eyes ran through the masterpiece of a human in front of me, blonde hair stuck behind her ears perfectly, a free-sized dress that allowed her skin shine effortlessly, diamond studs catching the lig

“What was he doing here?” I furrowed my brows, carefully drew on the transparent bathroom linen, enough to cover a bit, his shadow still visible to me.“Move away now, or I'll scream the loudest!” I felt my blood surge. My voice cracked, louder than I expected.I stretched. This time, his shadow was far gone, I guess he had moved away a bit, then I tried again, this time I was able to reach another towel, thicker and fluffy.The floor soaked as droplets of water splashed on them from my soaked chestnut wavy hair, my feet hit the wet floor before I slid on the slippers by the bathroom counter.Cedar and darkwood hit my nostrils as I stepped into the bedroom, same smell I've known about him, then my eyes flickered.Marcus stood near the nightstand. He had picked up the framed photo of me and Mia. His thumb brushed slowly over the glass, right across Mia’s smiling face. Something hot and furious exploded in my chest.I lunged forward and snatched the frame from his hand. “Don’t touch

Victoria left first. Marcus had helped dab her lips with the napkin, smiled that sharp, polite smile, she said something about emails waiting upstairs. Heels clicked softly down the hall, fading off slowly into our ears.The dining room went quiet.Marcus stayed seated. His eyes never left me. Half-filled glass of juice tilting in his hand.My eyes caught the half-eaten chicken on my plate. I grasped the fork, no longer a cutlery, had become a weapon, digging fiercely into the chicken again and again.My appetite hung with each stare. His voice cut through the silence, low and smooth, the way it used to make my knees weak, get my body worked.“Sam…” His voice cold, calm.My face remained glued to the plate. The fork scraped the bowl.“…you really are so pretty.” He continued.His fingers moved, reached for my face, slowly but deliberately. My left hand moved faster, crashing against his, hard, leaving a mark.He pulled back, surprised. A red mark bloomed on his skin, My fingers marke