Read Online Sex with the Ex by Tyne O’Connell - Free Book Online

mean.”
    â€œYeah,” I agreed, even though I wasn’t sure I did. When we broke up initially it was just meant to be a break. I told him I needed space but the truth was I didn’t really know what I needed. I just needed all the fighting to stop. We’d spent the first few months at one another’s flats crying and arguing and crying some more. Sometimes we even had sex. Actually, we probably had more sex in that first few months of breakup than in the last three months of marriage. But after a while my friends got to me. When Richard’s dot.com dived, it wasn’t just his shirt he lost. His debt was my debt, and while I know he did all he could, my friends and family couldn’t believe how reckless he had been.
    They couldn’t cope with the fact that Richard was financially dependent on my earnings while he tried to put his business back together. I didn’t mind, though, like I said, as long as I knew he loved me I was happy to trust his dream. Kitty and Martin offered to help but both Richard and I said no. “We’ll sink or swim together on our own,” we’d assured them.
    As it happened we sank.
    Ironically, ten months after our split, his company had a breakthrough and he was able to pay me back, but it didn’t seem to matter so much then.
    The decree nisi, the declaration that our divorce was now six weeks from being final, had come through. We’d both moved on.
    Jean hopped over to me and I bundled her into my arms for a cuddle.
    â€œHey, I’ve got another call coming in,” he said, and I could tell he was obviously hoping it was Sally. “But listen, why don’t we get together sometime?”
    â€œYeah, sounds good,” I agreed. “What about tonight?”
    But he had already hung up.

five
    Reading the letters of Lady Posche, it soon becomes apparent that her marriage to Charles, while successful in many ways (they had three children) did not dampen her ardor for Edward. In fact, she had a secret staircase from her bedroom chamber built into Posche House so that he could visit her in the night after his gambling.
    Â 
    Posche House was built by the eminent architect Sir Richard Ables, a highly respected and honorable man paid by Lord Posche. Yet such was Hen’s charm that she was able to convince Sir Richard to omit the secret staircase from his plans.
    Â 
    Edward was so impoverished that for most of her married life he virtually lived at Posche House, and for many years Lord Posche appears to have been accepting of the arrangement, if not thrilled. More interesting is that records and anecdotal evidencesuggest London society never guessed at Henrietta’s liaison with Edward.
    Â 
    It seems the only person she confided her secret love of Edward to was her sister, Elizabeth.
    Â 
    Secret Passage to the Past:
A Biography of Lady Henrietta Posche
By Michael Carpendum

 
    H aving enjoyed life’s greatest luxury, a good long sleep, I was sharing a late-afternoon breakfast coffee with Clemmie. Either Clemmie, or Elizabeth and I, always squeezed in a late-afternoon coffee/breakfast before I start work. We’d talk about work, men, fashion and health—the usual. Clemmie is very practical in her approach to life, almost a control freak—only, because she’s prone to get overexcited, she doesn’t come across as controlling. But just the same, she carefully plans for every contingency in every area. I sometimes think that’s why she’s never fallen in love. Sometimes you just can’t plan for things. Also, the very act of “falling” in love involves a bit of stumbling about. I tell her stuff like that.
    She tells me stuff like, “You’re such a nut, Lola.” Which isn’t always what I want to hear.
    The reason I wanted to see her today was to discuss the Richard situation. Although out of all my friends I’m closest to Elizabeth, I knew my sudden desire to