The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

Sophia almost screamed as she pushed him away and tried to cover herself up with what little fabric was left. “What are you
doing? There are people out there! Can’t you hold it in?”
John let her go and took a deep breath in an attempt to push his lust down. Meanwhile, Sophia took a few steps back, but she
didn’t look away from him. “What’s wrong, John? You seem off.”
John panted. “Lock the door.”
Sophia frowned, but before she could say anything, John came to pull the blinds down, much to her chagrin. “Just go,” John told
her.
He raised his voice, looking flustered. Thinking about the situation, she recalled that John never talked that way to her, so Sophia
went to lock the door, but she leaned against the door. “Tell me what happened.”
John closed his eyes, and his chest heaved. Snorting, Sophia said, “Zack told me someone set you up. Why? Wh—” Before she
could finish, John suddenly went up to her.
He pinned her against the door and kissed her again, this time stronger than earlier. Noticing that he felt hot to the touch, Sophia
also realized that his hair was wet. His sweat slid down to his chin and fell to the ground.
Sophia was shocked by the sudden kiss, and she wanted to push him away, but he knew she was going to do that, so he held
her hand and pinned her down. Even though she was surprised that he would do that, Sophia wasn’t afraid of this, since they
were married for a year, so kissing was normal, but John certainly looked off.
John started moving randomly. After kissing her for a bit, he bit her neck. A stab of pain shot up, and she gasped. Sophia tried to
struggle free, but she couldn’t.

After she failed to push him away, Sophia gave up. She was here to mess things up in the first place, and with him here, her plan
was considered a success. So, she leaned back against the door and took a deep breath. “Are you drugged, John?”
John paused for a moment, and he regained some sense. “Yes.” He buried his head in her neck.
Sophia snorted. “It’s that woman, isn’t it? You don’t like her?”
John started kissing her neck. “I can’t get used to anyone aside from you.”
Sophia blinked. “I wonder if I should feel honored,” she said quietly.
John held her shoulder, then he yanked her from the door and switched places with her. A moment later, he pushed her to the
sofa.
Sophia stopped struggling, so after a moment of thought, she hugged his neck. “Do you love me, John?” John heard that, and he
understood her, for he paused for a moment, but then he continued stripping her off quietly.
Being a germaphobe, John even took his suit off and put it under Sophia. When Sophia lay down, she frowned in disdain for
herself. John was just going with his instincts because of the drug, so it had nothing to do with how he felt about her.
She should have pushed him away, for they were now unrelated, so she wasn’t obliged to do this for him. Even though that was
what she thought, Sophia still held him tightly.
He was who she loved, but her love was torturing her. Feeling disgusted by how hypocritical she was, she closed her eyes when
he kissed her.