บททั้งหมดของ MY EX-BOYFRIEND WANTS ME BACK: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Cool air hit my eyes as I stepped out of the mansion gates. I tilted my left hand a little bit, it was already past six. The sun was beginning to disappear.I texted Sara a few minutes after I got into the room. Our favorite coffee spot would be a good place for us, calm, suitable, with the smell of fresh beans and pastries filling the air.I slipped the phone back on the dresser and grabbed my old knee-length jacket from the hook by the door. It was faded gray, soft from too many washes, but it covered the tight black dress I’d thrown on, simple, sleeveless, hugging my curves just enough to feel like a sexy teddy bear. Flung the jacket over shoulders, zipped halfway, and walked past the kitchen.My eyes caught a shadow. Maria, wiping the counter, grease streak on her apron.“Uhm! Maria… I’m heading out for a quick coffee,” I said quietly. “I’ll be skipping dinner too. Tell Ms. Langford if she asks?”Maria nodded without looking up. “Alright, Sam… Be safe.” Her voice low, I guess sh

Fast, like I was up against time, my black sedan pulled into the parking lot, nosed my way to the far end. The lot was almost empty, just a couple of cars scattered far apart. No music thumping from inside like I last remembered. No line of people laughing and smoking by the entrance. The place looked dead in the late afternoon light.Marched on the brakes like it had caused me pain, the engine went dead. I sat there for a second, hands still gripping the wheel, my mind telling me it was dead on arrival but I still had to give it a try.My heart was hammering like I’d run the whole way here. I stepped out, slammed the door, and walked toward the clubhouse.The air felt dry and still. A couple of cleaners in green uniforms swept the sidewalk near the side entrance. One of them glanced up, nodded once, then went back to pushing his broom. No buzzing crowd. No bass vibrating the ground. No girls in tiny and skimpy outfits like other times.I reached the main doors. Locked. Chain looped

The Saturday evening sun glowed on my face as I pulled the kitchen blinds. I had stayed in my room after the incident with Marcus earlier this morning, timing myself to come downstairs only when I wouldn't bump into him. I hated the idea of meeting him anywhere around the house, and alone, even worse now that I had had his lips on mine. “That bastard!” I had cupped my hand into a fist while leaning against the sink, water running over the mug in the other hand. How did he get so lucky today? My mind cursed, I was going to be very careful, I was never going to let him get five feet closer to me again. Never. “Hi Sam,” that familiar high-pitched tone hit my ears, forcing me to turn instantly, erasing the thought of that man from my head. It was Victoria. I quickly grabbed a towel, rolling both hands on it. Her eyes bright, just like the first time I arrived at the penthouse. She took a sip of whatever was in her paper cup. “I see you've locked yourself indoors all day.. Is

I strode across the foyer, heels clicking softly yet steadily, head tilted slightly to the side in exasperation, a lazy yawn left my throat. Flipping the heavy envelope over to the hand where my bag rested, I managed to tuck my hair perfectly, catching my shadowy image on the floor-to-ceiling window by the side.A weak smile tugged at my lips at how good I still looked. Then my feet halted when I caught sight of Maria in the kitchen.“Hi Maria,” I smiled and my heels clicked further into the kitchen.“Oh! Sam, you look exceptionally good,” she stood, both hands folded across her chest, eyes ran through me from head to toe, like she was sizing me up.“Thank you, Maria,” I responded while returning her smile, “Ma’am Victoria won't be coming home until later tonight, she's having dinner at her father's. She asked that you don't wait up… I'll be skipping too.” Casually lifted the takeouts I got enough for her to see, the last words left my mouth by the time my feet reached the door.My be

My brushed softly against the curtains feeling the luxurious warmth that emanates from the expensive fabric, throat gulped hard on the liquid in the glass after I had twirled it for a while.My blue eyes darkened instantly the moment they caught on her, Samantha… my ever gorgeous Samantha, shy, nerdy and naive, I smiled, grabbing a fistful of the curtains, parting them so I could catch every glimpse of her.Luck seemed to be on my side today again, Victoria had called to inform me she'd be heading to her father's for dinner, I had winced on the phone.. Putting up the perfect act of a lover boy missing his woman.Truth is, since the last day my lips caught on Samantha's soft, delicate lips, I have not been myself. I ache badly each time I stood by this window watching her stride in or out the house. I could still feel her soft breasts in my palm.My cock jerked even harder, throbbing harder against my tight boxer shorts as I thought of that moment even now, watching her curvy backside