Meeting My Ex Novels & Stories

Then, he picked up another document and continued reading. Raeleigh stood up. Jepherson raised his head to look at her and asked, "Where do you think you are going?" Raeleigh sat down again. He lowered his head and said, "I would like to eat soon. What do you want to eat? You can put it in your order." "I'm not hungry. I don't want to trouble you." In her mind, exes could not remain friends after they broke up. It was only possible if the two people had never loved each other before.

He’d said too many things—things I didn’t expect, things that made me question everything. Blaze, on the other hand, sat at his desk, pinching the tip of his nose, clearly trying to remain calm after hearing my entire rant. I glanced at him and sighed loudly. “Ugh, how would I have known this would happen?” I groaned, turning over and burying my face in the couch cushion. “I’ve never met up with an ex before like this.” Blaze didn’t even look up from his desk, but his voice was full of that familiar teasing edge. “See? This is why I told you—meeting up with your ex all alone is never a good idea.”

I haven't come in contact with Elvis or anyone that knows me, not even my father knows I'm back. I wish to just finish up and go back to my daughter, Just the thought of her brightens my face. “Welcome Miss Tessa, the investors are already in the meeting room” the Ceo of the branch in New York greeted, somehow reminding me that I am already late. On getting into the meeting hall, as i scanned the room, my eyes landed on a familiar face - one that made my heart skip a beat, my mind went blank Elvis my ex husband. I took a deep breath, trying so hard to steady my breathing.

Let’s do this. I reply. Ava: Let’s meet at Sip n Snack then. On Monday. Monday’s perfect. I don’t have a full schedule, and I can head straight there after school. Sasha: Now that’s the energy I like to see, pretty. I roll my eyes just as another message follows. Sasha: Monday it is. See you then. I don’t bother replying this time, I give the message a quick thumbs-up reaction. Then the weight of it hits me. What am I even getting myself into? Meeting up with Kai’s ex? That’s the kind of thing he definitely wouldn’t want to hear about.

I took the last gulp from the cup of tea and stood up as I grabbed my suit jacket, “Are you leaving already?” “Hmmm, I have an early morning meeting with some client today” “Uhm wait” Ginny stopped me, I turned and face her, “Is everything okay?” “Hmmm, uhm I just want to tell you that I'll be meeting Michael today” “Wait, your ex?” “Yeah” She nodded, I took slow steps towards her and stopped right before her, “I thought you said you're done with him, come on Ginny you know how hard it was for you to get over him, why are you now going back to him again?”

“And you don’t find it creepy as fuck that he made a whole second account just to watch you, tip you, and call you a good girl for leaving your job?” I shrug even though she can’t see me. “You wouldn’t get it. Look, I have to go. I’m meeting him.” “What? I thought it was seven days no contact?” “Yeah, well, he messaged me a location. Guess we’re breaking the rules,” I say and force a laugh. “Come by the club sometime. Actually meet him. He’s not a bad guy.” “I’ll think about it,” she mutters and hangs up. I drive.

I tried to pull her so she would notice what was wrong, but she didn't break; she was too engrossed in the conversation she was having with her toaster. I swallowed hard. This is bad. Quite very bad. I looked away at once, buried in my eyes on the ground, my wine in my left hand shivering like I had seen a ghost. My heart racing, different thought running through my mind, I never thought in my wildest dreams that I would bump into my ex in such a gathering, I had thought to see him in the most random place, our favorite lounge, the mall, the road and maybe the ever busy park where we first met but then I avoided those areas like a plague so I don't bump into him by accident and of all the pl

his mouth curved coldly, “your ex-boyfriend? Or are you planning to drag him down to the basement and threaten him again?” I smiled slowly, sweetly, and dangerously. “Well,” I said, reaching for my coffee, “I don’t intend to go back to my ex.” He leaned back slightly, watching me like a predator waiting for the misstep. “But,” I continued, “I do have other plans today.” That got him. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “Such as?” “I have meetings,” I said. “Phone calls. Places to be.” “You don’t,” he corrected. I met his gaze. “I do.”

"Have no doubt it's a compliment. Can we meet? Perhaps the time has come to be face to face." "I don't know, I don't like meeting people I don't know. Besides, you have a woman you're going to marry; you even ordered a ring for her." "Well, about not knowing each other, that doesn't apply to me, because we've known each other and shared through this medium for over four years. There isn't a single topic we haven't talked about. And as for my fiancée, perhaps it's good for us to meet in person so I can explain."

On the seventh year after the breakup, I receive a package from Clarence Fraser. All 44 pounds of said package consist of the stacks of chat history I have with him in the past. Soon, Clarence's text appears on my phone screen. "Wanna meet up? I'd like to tell you something." I pause momentarily before responding with a "1". That number signifies rejection. Then, I turn my phone off. After wiping my sweat off with a towel, I pick up another crate of fruits and continue promoting them to the customers loudly, as though nothing has happened. It's been so many years, and I don't know why Clarence decides to text me all of a sudden. Similarly, he doesn't know that I've already become so