Novel & Cerita Derek Ramsay Ex Girlfriends

My scum Ex-Husband. Derek. He leaned against a marble pillar, posture almost perfect, sipping wine as though the world revolved around him. Annie stood beside him in her fitted white gown, glowing, almost flawless. Unless she was dirty. The memory of her kissing another man at that bar few days to her wedding, flashed through my mind. 'Annie and Derek. Two red flags meant for each other,' I thought, the words tasting like venom. "Hey," Ryker nudged, and I turned toward him. "Come with me."

“Hey, at least you have someone. I’m still out there struggling every weekend.” “Please,” I said. “You change girlfriends more than I change suits.” “Exactly. That’s the problem,” he said. “I can’t find a good one. They start amazing and then… boom. Crazy shows up.” We both laughed. For a moment, it felt good. Normal. Like when we were broke college kids drinking cheap beer and dreaming big. Then Derek leaned back and said the one name I never wanted to hear. “Remember Serena?” My chest tightened instantly.

My throat went so dry I could barely swallow, words sticking on my tongue, heart pounding in my chest. But the weirdest part was, I couldn’t look away. Oh, I wished I could. Frozen like a wax statue, I watched him press a kiss to her cheek, lingering for longer than necessary. Who was this Jessica, anyway? “Hailey,” Derek shouted over the music in a gravely tone, glancing at my awe-stricken face. “This is Jessica. My girlfriend.” My stomach plummeted. Girlfriend?

My wife Rachel and I had thrown a small get-together at our place, and as the night grew late, most of the guests had filtered out. The only ones still lingering were Derek and his brand-new wife of just a few months, Isabella. She was an absolute knockout — a fiery, exotic Hispanic beauty with a body that demanded attention: long, silky jet-black hair cascading down her back, full, swaying hips, and a pair of big, mouthwatering tits that strained against whatever she wore.

"Want me to tell her to leave?" "No. I want to hear what she has to say." I find a bra, thank goddess, and start getting dressed properly. "Besides, I'm curious why Derek's ex-girlfriend is suddenly showing up." "Ex-girlfriend who he cheated on with you, technically." "We never actually… it wasn't like that at all. We were just very close, nothing more." I pull on the shirt. "And now I'm wondering if even that was part of his manipulation." "Probably."

I tell myself it’s because I hate her. I don’t fully believe that either. DEREK Rufus calls me that evening about the supply contract, and somewhere in the middle of a sentence about tariffs he mentions, offhand, that his wife saw Vanessa at brunch on the Upper East Side “making a scene with some girl.” “What girl,” I say, too fast. “I don’t know, man, my wife wasn’t specific. Dark hair, apparently. Vanessa was going off about you and some deal with her father.” He laughs. “You dating someone new? Because Vanessa’s telling half of Manhattan you’re basically engaged.”

She quickly tidied up the kitchen and walked upstairs to the laundry room, where she got to folding her clothes. She still couldn’t believe what Brett had told her, that Dexter had retained his ex-girlfriend memories but in his mind, she was no longer his ex but his girlfriend. What was surprising was that she had not known he had an ex-girlfriend called Freda Pryce, one he obviously had a lot of history with, if she had to go by everyone’s vague and very much uninformative say on the matter.

Derek said as he walked over to embrace his friend. With a feeling of indifference, Rhett shruggingly returned the gesture. He stopped talking to Derek a few years ago after his wife’s scandal and he wouldn’t stop talking about it. Generally, his circle of friends had reduced since then. He fought them all trying to defend his ex-wife. This is enough reason to keep things from Derek, he was part of those friends but he never left like others. It was like he stayed to find a reason to mock him. “What are you doing here out of the blue?” The friend, Derek questioned. His towering figure is the best of his features, followed by his pointed nose and deep set of brown eyes.

Nicole’s eyes narrowed as she responded, “What you have in mind might be totally different from what I want.” “Okay, if you want to play it this way,” Ellen said, shrugging. “Hmm, hmm,” Nicole murmured. “I am sure you are aware that Travis Ashford got married to my stepsister," Ellen started. “Married? Travis?” Nicole asked, feigning surprise. “Oh please, it was a secret, but half of New York knows you were once his girlfriend.” Ellen waved in dismissal. Nicole’s eyes glittered with interest as she leaned forward, saying, “Now you’ve gotten my interest up. And what else does half of New York know?”