The Returning Ex

John’s car was parked on Sophia’s lawn.

Did that guy come here early in the morning?

Sophia rushed downstairs but saw no signs of John.

After standing in the living room for a while, Sophia turned around and ran upstairs.

The door to the guest room that John stayed in previously was closed, but it wasn’t locked from the inside, so Sophia managed to open it with one turn.

John had already gotten up. He had worn his pants and was about to wear his shirt.

Sophia was standing by the door entrance and staring at John while he was midway wearing his shirt and staring at her.

The two of them stared at each other for a moment before Sophia yelled in anger, “John, you shameless little prick! How could you sleep over here yesterday night?!”

Sophia then dashed inside and grabbed the pillow by the bedside before throwing it toward John.

late yesterday, and I was tired, so

to believe his excuse and started bringing the pillow down on John. “You shameless man! How could you stay over when we are

stopping anytime soon, he reached out to

by her wrist. “It’s not like we never stayed together in the past

that the same?” Sophia was so pissed off she stomped her feet. “John, I really didn’t expect you to

and pulled Sophia into his embrace.

he grinned, causing Sophia’s eyes to widen in anger. “Of course you are! Do you really

John suddenly grabbed her

movement was slightly rough, leaving Sophia with no chance to

was about to fall. Although she tried to push John away and step on his

side of the bed. Then, he pushed her

hands so that his body was lifted

she looked at him with alertness.

seductively. “Didn’t you say that I’m shameless? Let me show you what’s the true definition of

and tried to get up. “Move

shoulder before pushing her back onto the bed. “Sophia, I feel like it’s inappropriate for me to stay over right