Sleeping With Your Ex Novels & Stories

God, please, don’t tell me it’s too late to fix this. “You need more time. I get it.” “No. I don’t think so. Go on with your life. The agreement still stands. Just . . . I don’t know just be more discrete if you must sleep with someone else.” “I’m not sleeping with another woman again unless it’s you.” “It’s definitely too late for that. And it’s best we don’t . . . sleep together again.” “Oh, no. Don’t do this. I wouldn’t be able to –”

“What a fucking day. From being attacked. A meeting your family. Being attacked again. And now sleeping with my ex-husband.” I pause. “Literally just sleeping.” I relax into his arms. No expectations. No stress. Just comfort. And I realize, that I actually do kinda like it.

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.

I heard he got sick, throwing up, shivering, and battling a brutal cold—because that idiot, drunk out of his mind, passed out by the lake and woke up completely soaked. I darted my eyes away, pretending to be busy with my phone. I couldn’t be the person she was coming to. I doubted that we'd even said hi to each other. Before I knew it, she stopped on the porch, sitting next to me. What the fuck was going on? “Hello,” I closed my eyes briefly, plastering a smile as I swung my head to her. “If Kian sent you—” “Why would Kian make his girlfriend meet his ex-wife?” She jerked her head back.

Pushing the blanket, he looked at his side and scanned the whole room for the lady he banged last night. His brows furrowed and his face turned into a frown as he couldn't see any sign of her. All he saw was the red blood stains on the sheet, a mark of what went down last night. However, he felt refreshed and rejuvenated from f**g a virgin last night. He sighs as he looks at his wrist watch. It was seven thirty. He had been a deep sleeper that he didn't notice when she left his side. "Fanculo! (F**k!)"

I slowly backed off and tilted my head up to see if he was sleeping. Ufff! He is sleeping. He should be sleep-talking. Okay! What should I do now? He is your husband D! You can sleep hugging him. Just go back to sleep like he said. You know what? you are right. I can hug him. WAIT A MINUTE! I remember everything. Every damn thing he said. How the hell did I end up sleeping with him? Hahahahahaha! How many times did I warn you to run for your life. OMG! You deserved it D. God hahahahah, See this is what you get when you ignore my words.

Grabbing Camelia by the chin, he forced her to keep looking at him. "Have you already forgotten your promise this morning? You promised to keep your mouth shut and never tell Vivian that I slept with you! But what did you do instead? You deliberately ruined my relationship by boasting about that damned night to Vivian!"

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.

With that, he hugged my waist, turned sideways, and pulled me into his embrace, legs interlocking, patting my back, "Be a good girl and go to sleep, especially after how hard your man just worked." After a while, feeling my breath steady in his arms, he sighed softly, closing his eyes. Lovebirds intertwined inside the window, flowers blooming under the moon outside. Finally, it was a cliché, but what did it matter? It was a perfect ending. He thought to himself, "It should be smooth sailing from here on out, right? After all, we've been through so many hardships and tests as a couple. God should cut us some slack now." But he forgot one thing, something he forgot to mention.

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.