Sleeping With My Ex Novels & Stories

Or maybe that’s just the stars I saw when I came, her name on my lips. I carefully lowered her legs before carefully leaning back over her, not wanting to collapse despite feeling like I just had the workout of my life. I stayed there, holding her a moment or two longer, kissing her shoulder and neck before pulling out and laying in the hay next to her, wrapping her in my arms and pulling her close. I wasn’t sure if she was the type who’d want to cuddle after sex. I was hoping she was. We did end up cuddling in our sleep when I stayed at her hotel. Even with my ex, I was never the type of guy who could sleep with someone and leave. I enjoyed a good post-orgasm cuddle. Holly took a few breath

she asks as she walks to a chair next to me and takes a seat. "No," I look back up at the sky. Go back inside the fucking house, Via. "Me either." She looks at the roses in my backyard. "Why can't you sleep?" How could I tell her, "I heard you moaning my son's name, and I feel like shit, Via. That's why I can't sleep." That wasn't a path I wanted to go down, especially not now. "I had a conversation with my ex-wife." She tenses at that. "Oh," her voice comes out barely above a whisper.

He was still asleep and his chest rose up and down in succession. "What have I done?" I grabbed a fistful of my chestnut hair as I groaned. "Why did you get yourself drunk, you idiot?" My mouth still felt bitter from yesterday's drinking spree. Oh well. I shook my head hard. I have to get out of here before he wakes up, it's already bad enough for me. I mean, I'm not even divorced yet and I already slept with someone else. My soon-to-be ex-husband's uncle, for that matter.

“I just want to say hi. And please be prepared, because very soon I’ll claim you and my children again. I admit, I chose gold over a diamond like you, Lia. But just tell your husband, tell him your ex is back. Tell him in a way he’ll understand, like this: DEAR HUSBAND, MY EX IS BACK.” Her trembling fingers almost dropped the phone. Her world tilted for a second, and she almost forgot how to breathe. No. No, this couldn’t be happening.

He glanced over at me for the briefest moment before both of us silently stared out at the city without a word. However, Edrick’s cold demeanor hadn’t changed much all day. Even now in this peaceful moment, he seemed sullen. “I’m sorry if I upset you by asking not to fire my ex earlier,” I said, breaking the silence. Edrick didn’t answer for a few moments, but I could see him tense up beside me. Finally, after a long time, he spoke. “It’s not that,” he said. “Then what is it?” He shook his head and stared down at the city street beneath us. “Did you really sleep with me on the same day that you two broke up?”

Staying in this room meant another endless cycle of back-and-forth with her, and I couldn't handle that right now. She was a bad habit I needed to break. “You really don't remember?” she asked again. I caught the sincerity in her voice, but I refused to take the bait. I got scattered flashes from the pill-induced dreams sometimes, but that was it. Nothing solid. “No,” I sighed, shutting down the room for any more teasing banter. “I don't.” “You could at least make me breakfast before kicking me out," she said, rolling her eyes. She tried to look nonchalant, but I didn't miss the subtle way her fingers dug into my bedsheets.

It has been over five years, and I still can't get her out of my mind. Five years of living without her, and if you ask me, I'll say that is the most difficult five years I've ever got by. I still find myself craving for her every night. I still find myself looking over her picture and tracing her smile. The door to my study made a creaking noise and I kept the picture inside a file as the door opened. “Hey!” Nora greeted. Since we got married, Lucas has been living with us. “Do you want something?” I asked. Although we've been married for five years, I have never slept in the same room as her. She has tried to talk about it; maybe she thought I'd fall for her again.

But I was thinking about what my husband would say if he found out I had left the penthouse wearing a two-piece bikini. I knew there were CCTVs scattered all over the island, but my husband had no interest in watching it. He prefers to watch a live show. A making-out show, to be exact. The memory of my husband sitting in front of me while several men ganging up on me, made me close my eyes. No! I am not going there! It was nearly seven o'clock in the evening, and it was getting dark everywhere. However, I still see some couples having sexual intercourse in the recliner seat or on the sand. There were also couples f*cking on a bench along the pathway to the penthouse where I am staying.

"You don't deserve to know her name." "Why? Because it's someone I know?" Her eyes widened. "Is it someone from the company? Is it some model? Is it Nathalie?" "Stop." "Then tell me, Arthur!" She screamed. "Tell me who the fucking bitch is that you're screwing while I sleep alone for ten years!" The silence that followed was heavy. Deadly. "You sleep alone because you chose to," I said. My voice came out low. Calm. Icy. "You betrayed me, Vivienne. You put another man in our bed. Don't come at me with this victim speech now."

Zach informs, and just with the mention of her crying, I was on my feet, ready to go and see for myself if she was safe or not. She moved to New York one year ago when she got the job and since then I have been keeping an eye on her, she doesn’t know that, but I always do. Yeah, we had sex, but it was only once, three years ago. We decided to forget about it and move on without letting Zach know about it. I don’t know if she has forgotten about that night, but I am sure I haven’t as that beautiful night, hunts me every night in my dream. “What? Did you ask her what happened?” I asked, worried as I made my way out of the hospital.