Romans & histoires Question For Your Ex

Ethan insisted, a cloud already forming on his expression. “Forget about her. Do you need something?” The question seemed to startle Ethan, but he didn’t look angry. Rather, he looked unsettled. “Where did you go?” he asked. If it was three years ago, her heart would have probably leapt with hope and a tinge of happiness because she would think it meant he cared, but now, she knew better. Ethan Grant didn’t like when things were out of his control. It was the only reason he asked questions.

“Marcus?” “Yes sir?” Adrian closed his eyes and swallowed. He had to ask it, even if it made him look extremely stupid. “Did you have feelings for my ex-wife?” Marcus paused, his eyes widened and his expression shifted from simple, to confused “... excuse me?” “You heard me.” “No, sir.” He answered flatly and he stood up. “Well if you'll excuse me sir…I'll leave now.” Before he got to the exit, Adrian called again. “Marcus!” Marcus paused and turned, still smiling.

"I thought you were with Cin and Jen?" "They were left there at the strawberry farm... v-vlogging." "Oh, okay." I've already made my face to open up to Harvey about the problem. I'm just so desperate to find any possible answers about tons of questions playing inside my head. "Hey, do you have an ex?" "Maybe an ex lover, ex crush, anything...?" I added, still not giving Harvey a single glance. "I have," I heard him reply. "And I already know what you're trying to ask."

“It was a misunderstanding, we’ve gone through this before, you just have to wait until your memories come back, but I never rejected you, Chris- “You said you’d rather- “Yeah I did say that but it was never about you, you aren’t the only Chris in the world you know, so…just wait until your memories get back- “What happens to me and Kayla then? If we’re married, what happened to my relationship with Kayla, did…did you separate us?” Why is he asking me that? I didn’t even know Kayla was his ex. “I know you’re curious right now, you want to know everything that’s happened but you’ve got time, don’t rush it also, I’m not sure what happens between you and Kayla, it’ll be much better if you’re as

She was smiling gently even as she squeezed her hands. Serena managed a smile. " You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, I won't force it. But..." She stopped, her expression turning serious. " I'm going to ask you a question and you will be sincere with me. I need an honest answer. Do you really want your ex-husband out of your life?" She asked.

he beamed with a faint smirk while I looked away in disgust. "I would rather go back to my ex than do that!" I spat. Theodore was quiet as his face went blank. The impressed expression vanished from his face as I squinted my eyes to look at him. "Do you love your ex that much?" he finally questions. "I…" "Let me see a picture of him?" he urged. "Why do you think I would show you?" I grimaced. "I want to know if he is worth it," he insisted. "No. I am not showing you his picture" I declined. "You know what? Let's quit the conversation about my personal life" I stood up and rubbed my palms nervously as I scanned the clock to check the time.

one of the reporters raised the question abruptly. “Yes.” I blinked back my ears. “And I'm back here to correct my mistakes,” I looked away from the camera quickly. “The question is…will my ex-wife, Marietta and my daughter take me back?”

I glanced at blushing Eve, her lips, I could guess the cameraman had zoomed his lens to our lips almost clashing. “We are still choosing how many to go for,” I finished. “How long do you think before you give us our little Vaughn?” She asked, holding her notepad for some writeup. I frowned, what kind of question was that. That's decisively asking us if Eve was pregnant, or how many times we fuck. When I didn't answer, neither Eve, Susan read the mood and asked another question. “Are you in contact with any of your exes?” Eve answered instead. “Yes, we broke up doesn't mean we've to be enemies.”

“You have to answer me” “I don’t have the answer you are looking for” “What did I do?you have been avoiding me like a plague. Did I do something wrong?” She scoffed, was he really asking her this question right now? “What should I tell you?” “Everything” he said almost in a whisper, “you just started giving me attitude” “So I am free to ask right?” “What?” “I thought you said you were done with your ex wife?why did I catch you sleeping with her?i thought we had something going?I thought you liked me?”

"But not this time?" You climbed up the bed to lay next to her. "Does that mean you'd want it at some point?" you asked. "You'd want me to get you dripping wet, your sexy lingerie getting soaked from all my teasing you, and then peel those wet panties off and say, 'Open your mouth' and you would do it knowing exactly where your sweet tasting panties were going to end up?" "Fuck, John," she exhaled heavily. "You're asking me questions I don't know if I want to know the answer to. My ex, he never-"