Derek Ramsay Ex Girlfriends Novels & Stories

It’s a little disappointing to be honest. "You’re really going to ignore me? I’m right here Derek…” Scar my girlfriend complains. I glare at her. She knew exactly what she was getting involved in when we started dating. She used to date Justin, Julliet’s ex before we captured and caught him with her, she’d asked me if she could stay, and I let her. She’s been working for me, and we started dating a couple of months ago. She’s no stranger to my work but she can be a pain in the ass.

Damon smirkes "she's not my wife yet but she would be, very soon". Derek didn't know what to say, this was the first time his boss was going after a lady, a lady who obviously knew nothing about his reputation about the fact that he couldn't stand women being too close to him. But how come he couldn't stop thinking about Ryella after they shared a kiss that she initiated. How strange. Meanwhile, Ryella was able to obtain a last minute spot to audition, she was ready to face Susan head on and reveal the dirty secrets about her.

Derek then hung up the phone and put Karin's cell phone back on the table. Karin immediately took her cell phone and put it in her bag. She felt annoyed with Derek's rude attitude, who just took her cell phone to talk to Ryan. "No need to be angry, weren't you just trying to avoid Ryan? We'll see, whether he will continue looking for you or whether he will become more intimate with the woman he was with earlier! And if that happens, I feel sorry for you, Sis! "Janned after being Ryan's lover for only a short time," sneered Derek.

Stacey replied in capital letters. “Thank you for that… wanted to be extremely sure” he texted, showering her with smiling faces. Stacey chuckled and typed, “Lol. Derick, do you have an ex too?” Her fingers hovered nervously over the keys. “Not official,” Derick replied. Stacey’s heart sank slightly. “How?” she asked, curiosity pricking at her chest. “I’ve had some flings, but never brought any of them close,” he answered. A twinge of doubt curled in Stacey’s stomach—who were these girls? Were they from Blueville? Was Monica one of them? She remembered Lily mentioning Monica dating King to get close to him.

“It was like somebody flicked a light switch. One day he was sitting around with two weeks’ worth of stubble and Cheetos dust on his lips, and the next he was showered and ready to go find a guitarist and a drummer and start recording. And the shit that poured out of him… it was dark. At first. And then, finally, the good stuff won out… the good memories. And that was the stuff that eventually made it on the first album. So, yeah, I think it’s probably safe to say that you mean more to him than any other woman that I’ve ever seen him with.” My heart was racing in my chest. It was filled with pain for Derek… and tenderness… and the hope that maybe, just maybe, I’d been wrong. Then I made the

interesting. Derek slightly curled his lips, unnoticed by anyone. He remained quiet and retraced his steps as Alyssa had her hands locked in his. He noticed Alaric was constantly trying to stop the conversation between the designer and Alyssa because it was making Sara uncomfortable. It recalled what his friend said about her having an affair. The guy he claimed Sara was having an affair with was probably Alaric. Could that be possible? Derek frowned. “I’m a little thirsty, I need a drink,” Alyssa said, snapping him out of his thoughts as they walked to the other side to get a drink for Alyssa.

Then he turned to face Ryan fully, positioning his body slightly in front of mine like a shield. "Listen carefully," Derek said, his voice turning cold as ice. "I do not care who you think you are, Ryan Richmond. I do not care that you used to be the star player before I took that title from you. What I care about is that you just dragged my girlfriend through the hallway like she was a piece of property. What I care about is that you were yelling at her loud enough for the entire school to hear. What I care about is that she is standing here crying because of you."

he shrugged. OK. I mind-linked him and calmed down. I should’ve thought of it. Emma was his ex-girlfriend. It was only natural that they had sex. I was just so angry when I heard about it. “Wait for a second, you are jealous of her, aren’t you?” Derek asked and raised his eyebrows at me. I rolled my eyes at him, stood up, and was about to leave. He was talking nonsense. How could I be jealous of a dead woman?

The woman gave Rachel a thorough once over with a look of disgust on her face before she burst out laughing. “Seriously, Derek. Is this the best you can do?” Cassie asked while struggling to stop laughing. “This is the reason you wanted me to go back to New York today? This?” “Don’t talk about her like that,” said Derek, trying not to lose his temper. “Who is this?” Rachel asked. “His girlfriend,” replied Cassie with a smug look. “Who are you?” “She’s not my girlfriend,” said Derek quickly. “Not really.” Rachel sighed and shook her head slowly. “What is the meaning of this, Derek? Only a few minutes ago, you were telling me how you wanted us to start all over again, and now this? Really?”

“And why would I be jealous? And must you help every woman who asks you for something?” Derek’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Of course. I can’t leave a beautiful lady stranded.” My jaw tightened as I dropped my spoon and stood. “I was joking,” he said quickly, rising as well. “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.” He reached for my hand gently… I stared at it for a moment before meeting his eyes, then I leaned in slightly. “So I’m more beautiful than all your exes combined?” Derek chuckled. “And just so you know,” I added flatly, “you’re nowhere near half of my ex.”