Sleeping With My Ex Novels & Stories

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.

I wish I could sleep during flights. Gosh, I wish I could sleep at all without dreaming about….him Fucking Kain Griffin. I blew out another breath and shook my head at myself, I can’t believe myself. Last night was a mistake and after crying my eyes out in the shower after we got home, I got in bed with my new husband and dreamt of my ex-husband fucking me until I couldn’t move. I woke up in a sweaty, flustered mess, my pussy pulsing distractedly.

I had been overwhelmed by the loneliness of losing Alice, by the helplessness of having Lucius back in my life, giving me advice about being with another man—a ridiculous idea considering how much I still wanted him, how much I still… loved him. And then I'd done it. I'd slept with him. I had had sex with my ex-husband. "No, no, no. This didn't happen. This is a dream…" I muttered, grabbing my hair in denial. I had to turn around and see who was in bed beside me, and sure enough, it was him. Lucius was fast asleep, looking like he was in a deep slumber. He was naked, with only a sheet barely covering his legs and… well, everything else.

I massaged her back in comfort and kissed her forehead. She sniffed hard and used her handkerchief to damp her eyes. “My best friend and i planned a three some with my ex boyfriend and that was probably when he figured out that she fucked better and i have been noticing some funny movements among them, they would always want to do things together and all. My instinct was telling me that they were sleeping with each other behind me but i could not bring myself to take it in. Guess i was right all along.” She stopped talking and heaved a sigh.

Does he truly care for her a lot more than she thinks? Nathan steps closer and hugs her. Halsey is overwhelmed by her own emotions and his hug is soothing her. “Nathan…” she slowly begins. “Thank you for this. There’s something else I want to tell you.” “Hm?” He doesn’t let go of her but continues to hold her in his arms, enjoying that small moment. “I…I can’t sleep with you!” Halsey blurts. “I know you want to and-and you slept with your exes. But I just-”

I stretch with a yawn as I wake up. My heart stutters when I realize I am alone in an unfamiliar room. I sit up from the bed with a gasp before remembering last night. Zeke. Oh, God. I slept with Zeke! My gut twists. Kristen! I slept with my friend’s ex. That had to be a violation of some friendship code. What was going on with me? I didn’t do things like this. I was the relationship type. I didn’t even consider going so far with a guy unless I was sure we had a chance at going long term. Hell, I dated Kirk for almost four months before we slept together.

"Of course, I kept you safe, I care a lot about my partners. And after the night we had, you deserve a breakfast treat." He was talking like we really slept together. It would be a huge blunder if it really happened. My best friend was getting married to my Ex and then I slept with her Ex. Though they dated for only a month or two and he was one of the many Exes of Sarah. I tried to calm down and remember how it felt like when I slept with Harry. I was not feeling anything like that but the mild pains of my body was telling me something else happened with me. "We did not have a hot night as you are implying, Alex. Stop lying."

I say, already regretting opening my mouth. She crosses her arms, her eyes wide with disbelief. “Complicated? Girl, you slept with your ex-husband during a full moon. That’s not complicated—that’s fucking insane.” I wince, jogging in place while she stands there, staring at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Yeah, well, it happened. It wasn’t planned. I was... I don’t know. The heat was too much, and I went to see him, and one thing led to another.”

Robert barked at his men to check the control room and check where things were going wrong. “Then, why did you divorce her?” The masculine voice asked again. “Because I got tired of her.” I laughed in the audio. People gasped and I saw women's faces turn at me like I was nothing but disgust. “Who then did you go back to after you divorced her?” The voice asked. “My ex-girlfriend who I ended up sending out of my life again” I was laughing again. It was like I had been drugged with something very strong, because giving out that information wasn't something I'd do in the right state of mind.

I’m not underestimating her capacity, but to get there in such a limited time? “Of course you know I’d always give you that look. You didn’t sleep in your room,” he snapped. I needed time and a moment alone to take in all that had just happened. I stared at him before plopping down on the chair. “Yes, I didn’t sleep in my room. As a matter of fact, I slept with my ex-wife,” I dropped the bombshell. “You see, that’s what I’m preventing—you sleeping with… Wait, what?” It suddenly dawned on him what I had just said.