When I Drove My Ex Home

Synopsis

Tonight, working my night job as a driver, I accidentally picked up a Rolls-Royce client. The client turned out to be my ex-boyfriend from seven years ago. Nathan had one arm wrapped around tipsy Lillian, and with the other, he handed me the keys. I tugged my cap down lower, took the keys with a shaky hand, praying they wouldn't recognize me. The car started, and the privacy divider between the front and back seats slowly rolled down. Not long after, Lillian's sultry moans drifted from the back. Nathan's voice was dripping with affection. "Can't handle it already?" Lillian whined playfully. "No... we don't have one in the car." "Does it matter?" he said. "Oh, come on. What if I get pregnant?" she asked. Nathan paused. "Then we'll have it." My heart still clenched. He'd said those exact words to me seven years ago. Which was why we had a six-year-old daughter. He just didn't know it.