My Ex Kneels To Win Me Back Novels & Stories

You don't deserve us, you are cocky and end up with the pretty ones. Fighting an eye roll." Irene–my ex Katherine, Kathy my Wife Irene." A pet name I couldn't help noticing, he used a pet name for his ex. I told the two I needed a drink and walked away to use the ladies before the waiter came around again. I got back and looked around and could find no sign of them around, I took the hallway walking toward the garden I had seen her pointing to earlier. As soon as I stepped into the garden the cup dropped from my hands shattering against the floor. Right there was him, kissing her …

Phil said in the tone of a hypeman as he took the center floor and gestured to Reyona with a courtly bow. People hooted and clapped more. As the clap was dying down, Phil turned to Reyona and said, “I just want to say this once and for all. Because if I did not say this now, I might forever regret it.” People started snickering when he put on a showmanship expression and went down on one knee before Reyona. “Boss, I am in love with you.” Laughter went through the crowd as he raised his hand in supplication to Reyona. “What do you say, milady? Do you believe that I am in love with you?”

His hands found mine and he gave it a gentle squeeze. “You know, when I first got here, I never thought I'd find love...” I braced myself for the story of how his ex had shattered his heart and left him thinking he'd never be able to love again. I had heard that story a thousand times, and every sign that I showed to tell him I hated hearing about his story just flew over his head. Suddenly, he dropped to one knee. His gaze remained glued to mine—unwavering. What was he doing?

Rebecca said with an assured tone since her father required some comforting words. Klein stood up from the ground, turning to face her with a look of deep disappointment. "He was our hope because he was the only person who was willing to marry you. The scandal three years ago tarnished your reputation in the worst possible way. If Edward had agreed to marry you, people would forget the incident. However, his rejection- it sealed your character, brand you in a way no one will forget," Klein's voice cracked, losing his composure, " there is nothing left, Rebecca. You have to make Edward marry you if you really want to see me alive."

The towel dropped forgotten to the floor. "Isabella..." The gentleness in his voice broke something in her. Before she knew it, she was in his arms, tears soaking into his t-shirt. "I can't... I can't do this again," she gasped between sobs, her fingers clutching his shirt. "The comments... they're everywhere... just like last time... I thought... I thought I was done with this..." "Breathe with me, baby," Seth murmured, one hand rubbing slow circles on her back while the other cradled her head. "In and out. Nice and slow. I'm right here."

Did he think that I wanted him back? “No,” I said sharply, cutting him off. “No, Gideon, I don’t care about you and Alexa. I don’t care about your divorce. You’re wasting your time, and you’re wasting mine. I don’t need your pity or your apology.” His face paled, but he didn’t back down. “It’s not pity,” he whispered, almost pleading. “I would kneel if I had to, Amethyst. I would do anything to make it right. I owe you that much.”

For a moment, I saw his sadness disappear, and a small smile graced his face. I'm not sure why that smile made me snap back to reality, but it did. Reality crashed down on me hard and fast. I fought the urge to kneel and beg for forgiveness. I felt myself losing that battle. As my body began to drop, he pulled me up. “Don't you do that! Don't kneel. You don’t ever need to kneel again,” his voice trembled, and my breath was taken from me when my legs were swept out from underneath me. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, and I looked at him in shock as he carried me up the stairs like a bride.

“We can do this, together!” His faith in us as a couple made me believe we could overcome everything. It wouldn’t be easy; we’d need small steps, but there was a chance. I grabbed his strong hand, showing I was accepting his words, embracing this new opportunity. “We’ll make it work,” I murmured, leaning over to kiss his lips, sealing our promise. If I couldn’t go on as if nothing had happened, then the best thing was to try. Better yet, to make it work! Since we had a second chance, we should take it. After all, what did I have to lose?

I could feel everything in the way he held me. His strength. His desire. He slipped the straps of my lingerie off my shoulders. The fabric slithered down, pooling at my feet. Now I was bare. Almost. Then he dropped to his knees. He’s kneeling. I couldn’t believe it, not after what he said just days ago, swearing he’d never kneel for anyone. Least of all me. But here he is. Kneeling. For me. His hands slid up the backs of my thighs, slow and certain, thumbs hooking the band of my thong.

“I don’t think she’s fully forgiven me. But I told her we need each other—for our revenge. That seemed to calm her down. And… I got down on my knees.” “You? You actually did that?” he asks, stunned. “This is the end of the world! The great Nathan Dubois, begging a woman. Please tell me she took a photo.” I raise an eyebrow at him, but he keeps going like he didn’t just cross a line. “Whatever you drank last night must’ve fried your brain. There’s no other explanation for your behavior.” “Idiot. I knelt because I meant it. I’m not so pitiful that I can’t own up to my mistakes. It was the least I could do to earn her forgiveness.”