Playing The Other Woman's Game - My Ex Wants Me Back の小説・ストーリー

Camella demanded. This idiot must have thought she's a naive woman. She has the effrontery to tell her she wants to speak with Andre. Is she stupid? “No matter what happens…” Jasmin was saying when she interrupted her sharply “No Matter what happened, you can't get him to fuck you again because he is already mine. You see, when a woman leaves her ex and gets married to a man who is incompetent in bed like her ex, that's what happens. They come crawling back to see if they can get a one time drilling from the ex.

Yet here I am again. Back in his life. Back in his bed. Back in his chaos. No matter how much I try to dress it up as strategy or pride, the ugly truth stares me in the face: I came back for him. For us. Because walking away the first time nearly killed something inside me, and I refuse to let that happen twice. And then there’s her. That woman.

I said to him, "Actually, it is. I need to know if she feels threatened. You see, women can come around for many things to their ex. They obviously have not gotten over them yet and are only trying to heal one step at a time, hence, this makes them seem a little irrational. Then when they discover that the man is moving on, it gets them worked up and pissed. It has to be them as they have been waiting for him to come back. So, do you think she's back for any of these reasons?" He demanded.

Quite frankly, he still had me in the balls, but I had him at a vital jugular point. I was expecting Jeff at the office today. He was my realest man and my closet pal. I wanted his take on my involvement with my ex wife. I still loved Anna. Everything I did, I thought I was doing it for her own good. Hell was I wrong. Making amends was not an option, she was done with me. Notwithstanding, I still wanted her by my side even if it was as a business partner. “Man is your wife crazy. She broke my balls.” Jeff walked into my office with a limp and an amused scowl.

“Get back inside!” I didn't listen. “You know, you really know how to play your game well. You're manipulating Theodore on one side and wanting to get in bed with Nolan on the other hand. Talk about playing your cards well.” “Oh, I don't want him back. You can have him. You have no competition.” “Of course,” I said, staring down at her. “You couldn't dare compete with me.” “I wasn't ever going to. And to be honest, there's not much to compete with.”

She needs to know I am truly looking forward to her support in everything, even though that includes I am going to need my ex-mate back. Kyrie…if I can’t have you back, I’d use all the forces I have instead to make you mine again. To be continued…

The table between us felt like a thread, thin, fraying, ready to snap. He leaned closer, his voice just above a whisper. “You keep thinking I’m playing a game, but I’m not. I’m reminding you what it feels like to be wanted. I am reminding you what it felt like when the two of us were newlyweds, when the two of us chose to be against the world by each other’s side.” “And when you get bored?” I asked softly. “Do you go back to Annalise? Or do you find yourself a new mistress?”

Ask her how many lies she fed you to keep me blind. Mrs. Clara’s mouth opened, but no words came out. Ryan stood. Slowly. The movement of a man who had made a decision and was done negotiating with the past. Mom, he said. His voice thundered through the room, bouncing off the marble and the crystal and the lies they’d all lived in. I want Sandra back. And no one is stopping me. Not you. Not Jasmine. Not the whole world if it comes to that. Mrs. Clara’s voice dropped to a whisper. But it cut sharper than any shout.

"So consider this game started from tonight and I hope you'll be able to play with me long enough." He walked back and looked at me with a smirk on his face. Then I did something that was absolutely stupid and went against my sound voice of reason. "Why do you want me? I mean you have other women that can satisfy you, so why me? Can't you just let me go and pretend that I never existed? I'm sure you can get any woman you want and any of them would be more beautiful than I am."

“You want to come back? Play house in this shithole motel room while I figure out how to destroy my ex-wife?” Jade’s eyes flickered. She tried to smile but it looked forced. “We could rebuild. Together. I still have some contacts. Some money saved. We could start small. Get you back on your feet. Then go after her. Make her pay for what she did to us.” Us. The word tasted wrong in her mouth. I sat down heavily on the edge of the bed. The room spun a little. “You left me, Jade. When I had nothing, you ran. Now that I’m even lower, you suddenly want back in? You think I’m stupid?”