Sleeping With Your Ex Novels & Stories

Because of Asher, Elena felt extremely uncomfortable and didn’t know what to say. “Since I’m his ex-wife, that means there’s no relationship between us anymore.” If it had been about the Foster family, Elena might have been able to speak with Nora. But when it came to Asher, there was nothing for her to say. Elena opened the door, and Nora followed her inside. “Did you see the news online? Last night, Asher and I slept together, so we’ll probably be holding the wedding soon. I think you’ll congratulate us, won’t you?”

I leaned back in my chair in my home office and sighed. I didn’t know how to explain to him I was in love with my ex-wife and wanted her back, even though her new husband was a psychopath. “Sasha and I are like an old couple that has no spark anymore and are just living together in the house as roommates because they settled instead of being with the people they wanted.” “Oh, no. Is that how you feel?” “That’s how I’ve felt for years, and I won’t settle anymore. I don’t remember the last time we were happy and not fighting about anything. There’s always been something we are fighting about.”

We're both still naked. The memories come flooding back. His hands on my skin. My hands in his hair. The way he said my name like a prayer. The way I said his like a curse and a benediction all at once. Heat floods my cheeks. "Smart choices, Rae," I mutter to myself. "Really great decision-making." I groan quietly, careful not to wake him. Sleeping with my ex-boyfriend was definitely not on my to-do list. Especially not when we're supposed to be focusing on taking down his psychopath father. Especially not when Edward literally just threatened me about keeping things professional.

The realization sinks in that our relationship, whatever it may be, has taken an unexpected turn, and I can't help but feel a sense of unease. Sure, we may not have crossed any physical boundaries last night, but the weight of our unspoken actions hangs heavy in the air. I can't shake the feeling that we need to address what happened to clarify where we stand with each other. After all, sleeping with someone implies a level of intimacy and connection beyond mere physical attraction. I pause, my fork halfway to my mouth, as a sudden realization dawns on me. Did he see me as more than just a means to a release? The thought sends a shiver down my spine, leaving me both intrigued and apprehensiv

I could use a cold brew with an extra shot or two of espresso since I’m running on 5 hours of mediocre sleep. I’ve always been a rotten sleeper and adjusting to sleeping alone again isn’t going as smoothly as it had in the past. It had been 4.5 months since I split with my now ex boyfriend, Tyler. After 3 years, what once was a burning hot relationship, we became 2 people just simply existing under the same roof. Despite that, it was always nice to be able to have someone laying next to me at night. It helped me unwind after the traumas my job brought me that day.

I leaned to his forehead and kissed it as I whispered, "Good night. Hopefully by the next sunrise, all the bad memories will be erased. I want to spend the rest of my life with you... I hope you are too." I can't stand to sleep with Henrix in bed tonight. Knowing that I cheated on him... that I had a sex with my ex-husband, but not even once with him... I feel that he will hate me. "Mama will sleep next to you for tonight, hmm?” And I made my folding arms a pillow beside sleeping with Audrey who was still sleeping like a sleeping horse. ***** I accidentally saw Jessica with Lucile at the supermarket. It looks like I’m craving to tease someone, so I met them in the chocolates section.

“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.

I couldn't hold the moans back, as my eyes rolled. She laid her hand on my chest and the other behind me. God, I grabbed her waist, gently assisting her as she went up and down on me. Again, she squirted on me and I came—right inside her. We went from fucking heart-to-heart to dressing so we could leave the gym. “When will you finally tell me what's between you and Sophia?" She asked on our way home. Again. The second time. My heart raced. I didn't know the words to put together.

"Because it's not just Arthur. It's Marcus. It's the baby. It's a whole web of lies that you've been weaving that at any moment is going to blow up in your face. And here I am, in the middle of all this, not knowing whether to scream or hug you." "You're pregnant," she continued, her voice trembling slightly, like a crystal glass set down too hard. "Pregnant with your ex-fiancé's child. And you're sleeping with his father. Emily. Do you hear yourself? Do you realize what you're building?" "It's complicated…"

"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..."