The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

The aphrodisiac was strong, and Sophia wondered what the perpetrator wanted from him when that person did this. Halfway
through, she winced at him. “That should be it, John. The aphrodisiac should be dying down now.”
John regained some of his composure, so he snorted. Sophia could hear his breathing, for he was right beside her. “Don’t you
love this?” he said hoarsely. John wouldn’t say that, usually, but the aphrodisiac worked too well.
Sophia closed her eyes and let herself go. “Oh, of course I love it. I want it that way.”
John paused, and Sophia knew her luscious voice lit his flames. Well, he can’t be angry, since he doesn’t have the right to. Not
when he forced himself on me.
A moment later, Sophia heard someone twisting the doorknob. “What are you doing locking the door, Sophia? Come out right
now! I can’t find Boss!” Sophia pursed her lips and patted John’s shoulder, then he stopped, responding to the request.
Sophia tried to catch her breath before replying, “He’s with me.” She tried to sound normal, but Zack kept quiet for a long while.
Closing her eyes, Sophia thought whether she should explain.
Then, Zack said, “Oh, um, carry on, then.” He sounded awkward, and Sophia covered her face.
John waited for a moment, then Zack left. Panting, Sophia asked, “Don’t you feel embarrassed, Mr. Constance?”
John smiled and kissed her. “No.”
He’s shameless! She didn’t know what to say. It was merry outside, and since this room wasn’t soundproof, she could hear the
sounds of heels and laughter from outside. “Can you tone it down?” She thumped his shoulder.

Instead of answering, he asked, “Why are you here?” He was trying to find somewhere to cool down alone, or until Zack found
him, but after coming into this room, he saw her.
Why am I here? Sophia’s mind was muddled with answers, so she paused for a moment. “Maybe it’s because I don’t like her.”
The woman beside John back then looked worse than her, and she must be poorer too. How dare she look down on me and
scoff after that disdainful look of hers?
Even though she knew that John would marry someone else sooner or later after the divorce, she hated it. She just hated that
kind of woman standing beside him.
Even if he wasn’t hers, that woman shouldn’t be his next partner. She came here on this day to trip them up, especially that
woman.
John grunted, and he didn’t ask what she meant. As Sophia stared at the ceiling, she thought that she was being childish. She
slowly closed her eyes, and another question popped up. “John, were you drugged that night too?”
John didn’t hide it. “Yes.”
God f*cking d*mn it. Sophia wanted to curse. Why is it every time he has sex with me, he’s drugged? Even though Sophia was
f*cked now, she wasn’t going to admit it. “Thank me then. If not because of me, you would have been sleeping with a random
woman,” she said after a cold snort.