Derek Ramsay Ex Girlfriends Novels & Stories

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?

Flashing me a grin, he said, "Want a photo? Oh, wait a minute. This isn't the one you brought with you the last time!" I didn't think much of it, assuming that the photographer—whose name was Derek Norris, according to his flyer—was just kidding. However, Christy stopped in her tracks and scrutinized Derek. "He told me I'm his first girlfriend. How can you make things up like that?" Unexpectedly, Derek took off his sunglasses and studied me carefully before letting out a cold snort. "This hunk here comes by every six months. He brings a different young lady with him and takes photos with her each time. I still have the photos to prove it!"

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 offer her. “No, I just needed to see him, I wish he could hear me, I just wanted to tell him th-” Alexandria was cutoff when the door burst open and in came the she devil herself. “Derek, oh my goddess baby, what happened to you” Izzy says while running to Derek’s bed shoving Alexandria to the side in the process. “Baby? Who the hell are you?” Alexandria asks, raising an eyebrow at her. “I’m his girlfriend, who the hell are you?” Izzy shoots back, putting a hand on her hips, giving Alexandria her full attention. Oh shit; this is bad, very bad.

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?”

I reply. She chuckles sarcastically. "Let's get you guys drinks. I'm up for a dance with Dean tonight." She winks at him. I roll my eyes at her statement and ignore it. Dean pulls me into his arm and kisses me on the side of my head. "Dean! What are you having?" Madison asks. "Whatever my girlfriend's having." I smile at him. Madison sighs and looks at me. "So?" "Cherry vodka." I say.

Dexter denied and exempted himself from the drama. " You can deny it all you want but guess what? I am getting married to Ciara and there's nothing you or anyone can do about it," Derek vowed. His voice was so loud. He almost forgot that he was in the police station. Dexter placed his hands below his jawline as he reflected on what Derek just told him. He nodded his head to complement his profound thought. Then he went back to Dexter. "Please make this make sense to me. You don't even know this Ciara girl. Did you only meet once, and you're already falling for her? That's delusional,"

Kaitlyn’s brows and lips trembled and the rim of her eyes turned red in anger and she clenched her fist tightly as she stared at dated pictures of her being intimate with different guys and Derek’s intimate with Nirvana’s. What was worse was the article beneath. HOT SCOOP: DEREK JULES IN A RELATIONSHIP IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH NIRVANA RYAN UNTIL THE DAY HE GOT MARRIED TO KAITLYN MOORE?

I opened my laptop and pulled up everything I'd gathered on Derek over the past two years. His divorce from Tania—finalized eight months ago. Messy. She'd accused him of being "emotionally unavailable" and "obsessed with work." His previous teaching position at Riverside High—left "voluntarily" but rumors suggested a student complaint, never proven. His current weakness—Lydia fucking Martins. I studied her social media, what little of it existed. Bookish. Quiet. Nothing special, really. Not particularly pretty, just... ordinary. So what did Derek see in her that he didn't see in me?