The Returning Ex

Everything after Sophia came out of the bar was a blank for her. It wasn’t after she puked did things become clearer to her. She took the glass of water John gave her and gurgled before standing up, the fog in her mind cleared. “God, that felt better.”

John was leaning against his car as he lit his cigarette and unbuttoned his collar. “Get in right now if you’re feeling better. I’m leaving,” he hissed. The night might be cool, and it might have eased his frustration, but it was still there.

Sophia leaped up, shocked. “John? Why are you here?”

John puffed and frowned. “If it wasn’t for me, you would have been sleeping with a random guy.”

Sophia stood up and looked around, noticing that she was at her home’s doorstep. She looked at John. “So you went to the bar earlier? Were you the one who brought me back?”

John said nothing. He wanted to ask his driver to send her home, but with how drunk she was, John’s driver was worried something might spiral out of control, so John had to do this himself.

alcohol she drank, so Sophia went ahead and leaned against him, smirking. “So, were you trying to catch a

she was trying to say,

revealing the white shirt underneath. She never used to be this daring,

hand and looked at her. Now the alcohol was working its magic, fueling his flame of lust that had abated earlier. He took a deep breath and gazed

course, I do. Why? Don’t

tossed his unfinished cigarette away and cupped her chin. “Were you going

were married, he still ran away from her in the end. She had nothing to lose now, so Sophia stood on

arms. “Great. You’ll be getting what you came for.” Sophia gasped and held his neck, while

his identification data, so with one hand holding her, John unlocked the door and went