Sleeping With My Ex Novels & Stories

There was a brief pause. “I meant what I said earlier,” I added softly. “About tomorrow.” “I know,” she replied. “And I’m looking forward to it.” “So am I,” I said. “Goodnight, Tulips.” “Goodnight, Xavier.” After ending the call, I stood there for a moment longer, letting the quiet sink in. For the first time in a long while, things felt… right. I went back inside, exchanged a few more laughs with Oliver, and finally headed to bed.

My toes are twisting and curling, but it only makes me sleepier, and soon I stop fighting and fall asleep in my husband’s arms. I am awake before Ben. I have been awake for almost twenty minutes now. Our bags are packed, ready to return to Boston because my brother-in-law—who also happens to be my ex-boyfriend—is getting married soon. My chest feels heavy. The past two weeks have been the best times of my life and I wish I could just stay here with Ben forever. We have all the money we need; we would just rot in bed all day and fuck every chance we get.

he teased, kissing me once more, sucking my tongue and lips eagerly to prove his point. I felt a flutter of excitement in her chest as I thought about it. It had been a long time since we had gone out just the two of us, enjoying each other’s company without the weight of our responsibilities pressing down on us. Memories of our early days, the laughter, the late-night walks, even the silly arguments filled my mind. I miss those days; I miss him. Tonight presents another chance to surprise him with the news of my pregnancy, and I just can’t wait.

He explains. I smile at him and tell him I understand. We order drinks and our dinner. We have a good conversation, and I enjoy being with him. We talk about many things. I even tell a little about what happened with my ex. “We were only together for six months. He freaked because I didn’t want to sleep with him. It just never felt right. And no before you ask, I am not a virgin. I just never felt comfortable doing anything sexual with him for some reason.” I tell him.

I resorted back as I looked down at my nails. My mom sighed. "Can you stop with the remarks? It's getting annoying?" She asked and this time I turned to her, a frown on my face. "It's true, isn't it? I mean you must have sneaked in on my ex a lot of times without Dad knowing before I found out you were sleeping with him." I said and she rolled her eyes as if this was untrue or she had heard it a lot of times. But in all honesty, Mom and I haven't had a real conversation about the fact that she was sleeping with my ex. I mean, what was there to discuss? She broke my trust and that was all about it.

Ruby’s POV I knew it the second I opened my eyes. Sleeping with Austin again was a mistake. The night had been intense, so much heat and feeling, but by morning, all of it felt hollow. He was gone. The space beside me was cold. No note. No goodbye. Just his scent lingering on the sheets. Of course he left. I pulled the blanket tighter around me and stared at the ceiling, feeling stupid for letting it happen. Again. Maybe that’s all I was to him. A convenience. Something to pass the time. He got what he wanted. Then he was done.

As the sun began to set, Lena suggested they order some dinner and watch a movie to take Ava's mind off things. As they settled in for the night, Ava's phone buzzed with an incoming message. She hesitated for a moment before picking it up, wondering if it might be Ethan. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the message was from an unknown number, but the words "Meet me at the old oak tree in the park at midnight. Come alone." made her blood run cold. The message was unsigned, but Ava's instincts told her it was from Ethan. Why would he be contacting her now, after breaking up with her? And what did he want to talk about?

“You yourself were telling me days ago that you didn't want anything to do with Jansen Grimes, and today you're telling me that you guys slept together? Like, what’s your problem?” I sighed. “Me and him just ended up drinking, you know? And things ended up happening,” I shrugged, tucking my hair behind my ear. In fact, I didn't even know how to explain what had really happened. I hadn't planned on sleeping with my ex-husband, not while my goal was Finn Sawyer.

He’s wearing sweatpants and a hoodie with his hair messy like he barely slept either. He stops a few feet away with his hands in his pocket. An old habit. “I saw you leave from the upstairs window,” he says. “Couldn’t sleep too?” I shake my head. “You?” “Sleep?” He scoffs. “You can’t find sleep when your ex is just a few doors away from you and your wife. It’s hard.” My breath stutters at the honesty in his words and the weight of everything we never said last night comes crashing back. He takes one step closer.

Eugenia said ruefully. "Ex, ma'am, my ex. I must have slept on the side where it hit me and affected me. It's also started to hurt. Well, my whole body hurts. So I would appreciate it if we could leave so I can continue sleeping. I'm still sleeping all the time, but I'm an excellent sleeper." I explained feeling embarrassed.