The Returning Ex

Chapter 66

Abstention from alcohol being the first of the five precepts in Buddhism was not without basis; drinking could really get people into trouble.

Actually, Sophia kind of knew what was happening

She seemingly knew what she was doing, but she just could not take charge of her body.

She swiftly took off all her clothes and moved to stand below the showerhead.

The cold made her shiver. “What’s wrong with you, John? The water is freezing.”

Her words were soft and gentle.

After that, she turned around, walked a few steps, and hugged John as if she was trying to get some heat from his body.

John gnashed his teeth. Even though he also had a good amount of alcohol in him, he did not get it as bad as her.

At this point, perhaps because John’s body was not as warm as she expected, she snorted, “Why is your body so cold as well?”

If it was not because Sophia’s eyes were closed the whole time, John would have thought that she did all this on purpose. Right at this point, she was carelessly rubbing his chest.

In the end, she could not find a spot that could warm her up.

So, she wiggled her hips. “Could you please make the water warmer?”

John stood there for a while, staring at the bathroom door.

Eventually, he got an idea. He slowly exhaled before placing his hands on Sophia’s shoulder. “Sophia.”

She did not respond.

Using one hand, John lifted her chin. The water that was hitting her face irritated her.

As such, she turned away. “Stop bullying me.”

Her voice sounded pitiful.

John grunted. “That’s because I’m giving you a chance.”

Holding her chin, he wondered how much beer he had earlier which made him feel hot.

And now, not even cold water could cool him down.

He tilted her head backward and kissed her.

Startled for a moment, Sophia proceeded to put her hands around his neck.

At this point, John still remembered to turn off the water. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

He then wrapped his arms around her and walked a few steps before grabbing the towel next to him.

He then swaddled her in it.

The two eventually made their way out of the bathroom and onto the bed while tangled up.

There was a moment where John knew that he should not be doing this, and he could not help but mock himself.

He knew for a fact that this might have happened the moment Zack invited Sophia over to his room; there was no way he could suppress his lust.

While they were in bed, there was a moment where Sophia almost regained her consciousness.

She opened her eyes and said, “John.”

John grunted and continued to finger her.

At this moment, Sophia began to gasp while looking at the ceiling.

She then commented, “I can’t even get rid of you in my dreams.”

It was obvious that she was not fully awake yet.

Eventually, when John landed his last kiss on her, he added, “Have a good sleep.”

To his surprise, Sophia gradually closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Thanks to the alcohol, John was feeling excited and aroused today—it was a feeling he had never had before.

Somewhere in the middle of their lovemaking, he recalled the scene when Sophia lay with her face down in the bar.

She was weak and fragile, looking like a little girl that had never seen the real world.

He also recalled that moment when she sat cross-legged on the chair with her greasy hands while nibbling at a crab claw, which contrasted her ladylike manner when she was still at the Constance Residence.

Furthermore, he recalled the last time he saw her, which was also what he hated to see the most. It made him think that she was merely putting up a show; it was tedious.

At this point, he felt sorry for her; he was unsure if he was still under the influence of alcohol.

The pitiful Sophia, who was all by herself in somebody else’s family.

At this juncture, John began to pound her even harder.

Sophia looked like she was not feeling too comfortable. She grabbed John by his back and moaned before saying, “A*shole, I hate you.”