I like the way she speaks, and the way she looks at me when we’re in bed. 😏 It might sound silly, but it’s true. I also like the color pink—especially that soft, pinkish shade. 🤫 Don’t tell anyone. Hahaha.
Anyway, let me introduce myself. I’m Drivon, the ex-husband.
I know love hasn’t always been good to me, but obsession… that word is serious, bro. She always pushes me away, but somehow we end up close again. There were times when she’d pull me back in, wrapping herself around me, and then she’d start moaning—okay, maybe that’s a little too rough to say out loud. But every time we were together like that, I couldn’t stop looking at her and thinking: How did I ever let a woman like this go?
Sounds like something a bastard would say, right? Maybe. But I still hope she keeps showing up in my life.
Last night I saw her again. She was wearing a fancy pink dress—yeah, pink, my favorite. 😏 When I stepped forward to approach her, a man suddenly grabbed her waist right in front of me.
You probably expect that I just stood there and watched, right?
No. I grabbed her hand, pulled her close to me, and kissed her like she was the only person in the room. The way her lips moved… it was hard to let go. 😮💨 The man who had been holding her waist just stopped and watched us. I’ll never forget the look on his face. Jealous? I’m not sure. All I know is that he looked completely stunned. 🤫😆 I almost felt bad for him.
Before the night ended and it was time to leave, she grabbed my arm and wrapped her hands around my neck.
“Take me home, darling,” she said.
Of course, I followed her.
I carried her outside and carefully helped her into my Ferrari. While we were driving, she kept looking at me, and I finally asked, “Am I really that handsome?” 😏
After that, her hand started wandering somewhere that definitely belonged to me. I laughed softly and said, “Oh, honey… hold that thought. We’ll get there soon.”
She bit her lip, teasing me, trying to seduce me.
Hahaha. She’s adorable.
And honestly… she’s perfect for me.
