The Returning Ex

The dream suddenly stopped as it was about to end, and John awoke hastily. Sophia’s face gradually faded into nothingness before his face.

He exhaled and slowly sat up without knowing the reason why he had such a dream. It was not like they weren’t on total abstinence; after all, they had already slept with each other twice for the past two days. Thus, he was really confused as to why he still had suggestive dreams like that.

John rose to his full height to distract himself from the dream that he had. After a while, he picked up his laptop and moved to the couch in the living room. Just as he placed his phone down on the table, it rang. He briefly glanced at it but did not answer the call.

The ringing stopped for a few seconds, and then, a knock on the door ensued. Surprised, he walked over to the door. The visitor’s figure could not be seen through the peephole, but to be fair, there was nothing to be afraid of in the broad daylight. So, he opened the door.

Standing outside was the woman from earlier, but she had somehow already changed into another outfit; she now wore a bikini set that was perfect for lounging on the beach. The woman had great skin and an admirable figure.

Her hair was let loose and fell behind her shoulders. She leaned against the door frame with her pose accentuating her body curve. Looking at John, she asked, “President Constance, let’s discuss a little more, shall we?” She spoke slowly with a suggestive tone.

John immediately understood her meaning. However, he only studied her from head to toe. In his mind, he tried to recall her name.

He was always good at recognizing faces, but oddly, he could never remember that particular woman. Standing still, he asked, “Did President McCaw tell you to come here in an attire like this?”

slowly straightened with the corner of her lips slightly curved. “No, President McCaw doesn’t know anything about this.” Her eyes were playful. “He also

“Does he know about

as she visibly struggled to search for the words to answer him. “I

without a look at her. He never liked people who endlessly pestered him as well as those who never owned up

his phone from

them. Constance Company was naturally happy to participate, but even so, that didn’t mean that John was willing to be used in

delight. “President Constance! I’m finally hearing from you.” In fact, he had indeed called John a few

temper; everyone in the industry knew that. So, he

initially didn’t know what he

coldly. “I think you’ve miscalculated when

was still

need to explain and hung up. He was a man of few words and had always preferred to use as few words as