Sleeping With My Ex Novels & Stories

How can he be so cute and sexy at the same time? “I don’t, but it’s not like he’d care. He’s married now, and he should be happy that his sexy mom has not one, but two hot young men pleasuring—” I shushed him with my index finger. “I don’t want my son to know I slept with his ex.” “Sleep-ing. Not slept,” he corrected and bit my finger with a dark look on his face. I felt a small smile tugging up the corner of my lips and pulled back my finger.

He's drinking coffee with a girl, smiling like an idiot, and acting as if nothing has happened. He didn't just come from heartbreak, for example. He acted as if he didn't care about me at all. These last few days have been hell on earth for me. I tried to divert my attention away from studying for the finals, but sometimes before I could even close my eyes to sleep, my thoughts were drawn back to the heartbreak I was experiencing. I used to have sleepless nights all the time. But it appears that my ex-boyfriend enjoys his life so much that he quickly finds a new girlfriend.

He’s awful. I repeat it over and over until I’ve managed to shove the dream from my mind. I will not let my subconscious trick me into letting him off the hook. Good in bed or not, he’s got some serious groveling to do, and even that might not be enough. No, it’ll never be enough. I’m stronger than that now, and I won’t get back together with my ex. Not now, not ever. Luckily, the dinner rush is especially frantic, and it helps me shove thoughts of that dream from my mind. But unfortunately, like most nights, the rush doesn’t last forever.

“I might not remember who I am, but I know I was raised with manners.” “You can keep your manners,” I said, tossing him a pillow. “And get some bloody sleep.” “We can change it tomorrow.” *** That night, I lay on the floor wrapped in a blanket, as I looked at the ceiling. What the hell had I done? I’d lied to an ex. Fine. People do that. But now I had a grown man with a head injury sleeping ten feet from me, thinking we were in love. That we had a whole history. That I knew his favourite colour and how he took his tea and what he dreamt about at night.

It felt like home, and deep down in my heart, I knew that this was where I was meant to be. I’ve never slept so peacefully in my whole life. I actually turned off my phone before I slept, and if it wasn’t for my aching bladder, I would have slept on like a princess. I just came to the realization that it doesn’t really matter if Nathan and I go ahead with the divorce or call it off. I’m still going to feel this way for him no matter my status in his life. I have no idea when I fell this hard for him, but that’s the damn truth. I am attracted to my ex-husband and I don’t know how long I can keep hiding my feelings from him.

I let out shallow breaths and kissed her temple. "I love you." She murmured sleepily. "I love you more." I remove the condom and wrap it on a tissue and throw it in the waste bin. I slipped on my boxers and my PJ pants. She moved a little and I spoon her. Having her with me again was like a dream. When I have fallen asleep, I always dream about her and our endless lovemaking. I woke up hard and needed to jerk off. Sleeping with other women makes me sleepless. I tried taking sleeping pills but didn't work as well. Because of guilt and everything that I did wrong for her.

I woke to the sounds of people gathering outside. Groaning, I was reminded the 'festival' wasn't over. Melite murmured in her sleep, snuggling closer to me. I smiled, remembering how after we had sex against the wall, I carried her back here, and she fell asleep cuddled next to me. With a sigh, I carefully slipped out of bed, getting dressed.

"You mean he's still hung up on an ex?" I lean on the backrest. "I'm not sure. He keeps mentioning her name in his dream and..." She raises her palm. "In his dream? That's some...wait, you guys are sleeping together?" Her eyes widen. "You've been sleeping with him?" I scrunch up my face. "Get your mind out of the gutter. He only slept in my room because of the injury." She winks at me. "Hmm." "Can you just focus?" "Fine." She adjusts her sitting position." So, he mentions her name in a dream?"

"I slept with Sebastian Sanchez." "Huh?" "My ex-husband. I slept with him." "WHAT?!!!" I bit my lip and looked at her, who had an expression as if I had just grown two heads on my neck. She gaped wide again and was dumbfounded. My breath caught. "Like I said, it was an accident. I was really drunk, he came over, he was wearing a mask and I didn't know it was him. He asked me to dance and he took me to a hotel. Then..."

Aldo pulled Sofia into his arms, and they slept together under the blanket. Nisa was grateful to have met Aldo, who had managed to let her go. She couldn’t imagine if Aldo’s attitude was still the same as when they were dating—possessive and jealous. At least, those were the fragmented memories she had of Aldo. “I will sleep soundly tonight, and tomorrow I still have one day to laze around.” Nisa was already imagining relaxing the next day. Her phone vibrated again; she grabbed it and put it to her ear.