My Ex-Husband is Out of Control Novel by Glory Writes

Sophia’s POVThis content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

I opened my eyes the next morning and gasped as I realized I was being held tightly in Elijah’s arms wearing nothing!

My heart raced as memories of last night flooded back. The craziness, getting carried away in the middle of the night–I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks. Carefully, I slipped out of his arms, not wanting to wake him.

The rain was still pouring outside, a steady rhythm against the window. I made my way to the bathroom, cleaned up, and got dressed. When I returned, I noticed Elijah was awake too.

The words caught in my throat as we stared at each other for a while.

“Hey, good morning,” he said a little awkwardly. Perhaps he too was unsure how to address what had happened between us.

“Uh, good morning.” I replied, my voice squeaking out in a weird way. I tried to suppress the fluttering in my chest.

Elijah sat on the bed, shirtless, already engrossed in answering emails. He didn’t say anything else but went back to what he was doing.

I sat on the couch, looking out the window at the rain, the silence between us filled with unspoken thoughts and the soft patter of raindrops.

Checking my phone, I saw that my daughter had a message for me. It made me smile and feel better. I quickly wrote a reply and sent it to her.

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“Sophia,” I suddenly heard Elijah’s voice. It was so close to me that I spun around quickly in surprise, heart pounding hard. He was standing right in front of me, his chiseled build and broad shoulders sticking out in the daylight. In that instance, flashes of last night’s no–holds–barred intimacy came rushing back to me, making me feel flushed.

“Did Trevor call?” I asked, wanting to avoid talking about last night.

“Uh, he sent a message,” Elijah answered, looking distracted. “He said it still doesn’t look good, so we can’t go to the project site yet. And Connor also told me that the head architect and engineer have sought refuge in a different hotel in the meantime.”

“-see.” My chest wouldn’t stop hammering. Damn, that means we’re still stuck together here for one whole day.

To my astonishment, Elijah sat beside me with a serious expression on his face. “Sophia, I’ve been meaning to ask you…”

Jheld my breath, waiting for what was to come.

“Have you… forgiven me… for everything?” he continued slowly, his eyes studying mine. His voice was laden with a weight that threatened to crush me.

I hesitated, unable to find my voice. My mouth felt dry. I remained silent, my heart pounding so loudly I feared he could hear it.

Elijah’s brows furrowed, confusion and hurt blending in his gaze. “How could you sleep with me if you weren’t attracted to me?” he asked, his voice tinged with frustration. The question stung, and I felt a pang of guilt twist inside me.

“I… attraction is different from forgiveness, Elijah….

I turned away after saying that. The truth was, the physical attraction was undeniable, and last night. had been a moment of weakness, of giving in to the desire that had simmered between us for so long. But maybe it wasn’t love, or even forgiveness.

He reached out and placed a hand on my arm, his touch making my hairs stand on end. My heart leaped. “Sophia, didn’t it mean anything to you?”

I took a deep breath and faced him again, my eyes meeting his with a steely resolve. “I guess I just indulged in lust yesterday.” I admitted, though I knew that somehow there were some real feelings involved. “It was a moment of weakness, a fleeting escape from the pain and confusion. But that doesn’t mean everything is forgiven. It doesn’t erase the past.”

Elijah’s face fell, the hope in his eyes dimming. He took a step back as if the distance could protect him from the harsh reality of my words. Regret filled me, but I knew it was necessary. We couldn’t move forward with lies or false hopes.

Silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating. I wanted to reach out, to offer some form of comfort, but I couldn’t. Not yet. Not until I had made peace with the past and found it in my heart to forgive him truly.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered, barely audible, but it was all I could offer at that moment. Elijah nodded slowly, accepting my words even if they brought him no solace.

However, in my mind, I couldn’t help but replay the memories. Elijah had an incredible body, every muscle perfectly defined, and he knew exactly how to use each part. The way he made love was addictive, an experience I craved more than I cared to admit.

In this strange, isolated place, it felt impossible to ignore my physical needs, especially with him so

close.

To my surprise, Elijah didn’t lash out. Instead, he moved closer to me on the couch, his expression softening. He took my hands in his, his touch gentle and warm. The sensation sent a shiver through me, and I looked up into his eyes, confused by his reaction.

He rubbed my hands slowly, his thumbs tracing small circles on my skin. “Since we’re stuck here,” he began, his voice low and soothing, “we might as well take the opportunity to give in to our desires completely.”

J blinked, taken aback. “What do you mean?”

“No one here knows us,” he continued, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “When we leave, everything will be forgotten. We can be whoever we want to be for now.”

His words hung in the air between us, tempting and dangerous. I searched his eyes for any sign of mockery or deception, but found none. He was sincere.

The idea was intoxicating. Here, in this isolated bubble, we could lose ourselves in each other without consequences. It was a reckless thought, but one that thrilled me. The weight of our past, our future, everything seemed to lift off my shoulders, leaving only the present moment.

Without waiting for me to answer, he slowly lifted my hands and placed them on his chest. His eyes seemed to burn a hole into mine as he leaned forward and traced my lips with his fingers. Then very tenderly, he let his fingers travel down my neck, heading lower and lower.

I swallowed hard as the familiar desires took over my body again. They were just as intense as last night, perhaps even more.

But he’s right, I thought. We can just let things be for now, because once the sun is out again, we’ll have to face reality again.

And at that moment, as our smoldering gazes locked with one another, we both gave in to our deep, raw desires. Logic flew out the window.

Our lips met in a torrid, ravenous kiss. We tore away all our clothes and made love on the couch. This time, we could see each other clearly every curve on our bodies, every change of expression on our faces.

Both dripping with lust, our bodies thirsty for one another, we gave our all to please and be pleased until each of us came to the climax, our voices indicating ultimate pleasure. We didn’t care. The pouring rain would drown out the sound, anyway. And no one was coming to stop us.

Throughout the day and night, our bodies mostly did the communicating, letting go of all our pent–up emotions and attraction. We did it by the window, on the table, in the shower… I’ve never done anything like it in the past or even close to it.

It felt amazing. There was only one thing that frightened me- knowing that I would keep wanting more after this.