The Returning Ex

Upon entering the hotel room, Sophia did not go straight into her room.

Instead, she sat on the couch. “You’re going to use the bathroom, aren’t you? You can go first.”

John looked at her, remained silent, and went to grab his pajamas before entering the bathroom.

The bathroom door was not closed all the way, so if one paid enough attention, one could hear the sound of running water.

While she sat on the couch and was on her phone, some strange images appeared in her head.

Those images were vague before this, but all of a sudden, they were now clear as crystal.

One of them was the image of the naked John standing below the showerhead, and she recalled that he was frightened when he saw her undress upon entering the bathroom.

D*mn it. She had way too much alcohol that day, so she should not be remembering all these details.

Why did everything come back to her now?

Not only that, but she even recalled how John tormented her in bed.

down her phone and sighed before putting

the beginning, John was resistant to her, but she kept throwing herself at

just like that one time before this where she became extremely bold and shameless

in them. She tried

his

sound of him coming out of the bathroom, she quickly jumped down from the

the bathroom

though the bathroom was still damp, it

paused for a few moments before undressing and jumping into the

a cold shower, but for health reasons, she had to

she turned the water temperature slightly down and stood

more she tried to forget those images, the more her brain would not

landed on her body, she started to recall even more images, including

that was not a pleasant experience; apart from pain, she could not

bodies were indeed

her and still did not, but he could still get so excited when making