Dear Ex Do I Know You Novels & Stories

my everything. "I love you" I whispered, "I love you too" he whispered back giving me a deep kiss. "It's cold outside...come inside....mom and dad are not at home" he said as he locked the doors. I couldn't see my sister's tears so I decided to confront Sunny but my Sunny....he wasn't involved in this, thank god.

I lay on my back and stared at the ceiling, counting the small holes in the plaster. Something I always did when I needed to calm down. Six more months. Just six more months and I would walk out of this basement forever. I would forget this mansion existed. I would forget Dominic Winter's cold eyes and sharp jaw. I would forget the way his voice softened sometimes, just enough to give me hope. I would forget all of it. Yes, I would forget all that mind-blowing kiss we shared. I would forget how he kissed his way down my shoulders and then fell asleep beside me.

“I’m completely broken, dad. How come you didn’t tell me this world was this wicked? How didn’t you prepare me for a time like this? How come I never found out how many tears I could cry when left alone? How dad? How? “Just today, I was finally sure you were killed, and then my ex…but wait dad, am I even safe? Whoever killed you, won’t he come for me? Why were you killed in the first place? Dad, I need answers pleaseee.” I continued crying and crying and crying. I was mad at myself. I didn’t know what to do.

I sighed deeply. "How do I assure you that Sia would not even make any move?" I looked at her. "I have been with this lady for years now and even though I never loved her through one day of it, I know her so well. If she is going to do something, I know. And for this one, no one is going to hear a thing from her. Did you see the look of dejection on her face?" "Yeah that should be the face of a miserable loser," Zeba commented.

I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, as if my name meant something to him. “I’m Elijah.” The name sent a ripple of recognition through me, but I couldn’t place it. It felt familiar, like something I should know, but in my haze of alcohol and pain, I couldn’t grasp it. “You’re a Beta’s mate, aren’t you?” His question was soft, but it cut through me like a knife. I stiffened, my grip tightening around the glass. “How do you know that?”

Was about to reply, when another text popped up. Unknown number 💬: Need me to remind your little ex why he never should’ve messed with my ice-tongued princess?

" I love you..." Bam!

he looked at me as if he is 100% certain that I and the one he talked last time was the same person. "Do I know you?" He didn't answer what I asked him so I asked another question thinking that he will answer it for this time. " Why do you know me? And how much do you know about me?" This thing seems to work so slow. Is he a sloth? Or maybe it is just me who wanted to rush things so that I can hear his answer about my question...? I guess... the reason is both of that. "I knew you very well. I am sure that there are no other person in this world who knows you too well as much as I do"

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"Did you miss me?" ****