MelissaI woke up to my head feeling fuzzy and groaning slightly as I looked around me. Everything seemed blurry, and everything smelled weird. Slowly I opened my eyes to see a blurry picture of something I didn't recognize, everything was black. The last thing I remember was Diane hitting me with something, was I dead, was this the afterlife?“Hey?” some called out and I had to blink rapidly before my vision cleared.I saw a familiar figure with messy long black hair standing in front of me with those green eyes.“Am I dead?” I said the first thing that came to my mind.I heard that familiar chuckle. “Good to see you too Melissa, how do you feel?” he asked me.“Like shit, my head hurts” I struggled to sit up and he helped me, putting a pillow against the edge of the bed so I could lean comfortably on it.“You had a mild concussion” he explained as he held a cup in my direction.I hesitantly took the cup “Thanks” I said and gulped the warm liquid down. “Ew, what is that?” I returned t
Logan I tried not to think of how sex with Melissa was magic, it was enchanting and I wouldn't lie about not being intoxicated. It felt like the first time whenever our bodies met, I didn't seem to get enough, I didn't want to get enough, I couldn't. Nothing was worth hearing like her moans and soft screams, her pleas for more and more I gave, more I craved.That morning when I woke up, I felt uneasy, everything made me uneasy and I was suddenly worried about Melissa. I shook my head and hurried to the kitchen, hoping to see her but it was just the maids. They were not expecting me, they all paused when they saw me, fear visible in their eyes.“Where is my wife?” I asked. My wife. I liked how those words rolled off my tongue with ease. I watched as all their eyes turned to Luisa, a particular maid who seemed to have bonded with Melissa .“She hasn't been here- in the kitchen today” Luisa finally spoke, her voice a little shaky. She didn't meet my eye, it was as if she was sure I woul
Melissa I woke up with a throbbing headache and with the sun threatening to make me blind, I had no choice but to roll over in bed and close my eyes until the throbbing subsided, at least for the moment. I couldn't even find the words to describe my hangover. I only knew it was bad when my eyes stung like they would explode. The thought of doing anything more than lying in bed made me feel even more nauseous. But I knew that as long as I kept my eyes closed and didn’t move, then I’d be fine for now. But I thought wrong and too fast.This is why saying no to alcohol was the best option, I finally understood that.At least Logan had been there, and he brought me home.Sucker! I thought to myself as that fluttery feeling came back and I let out an annoyed grunt. This time instead of trying to suppress the urge to vomit, I actually felt worse than before, and I really wished I could just sleep for at least another couple hours. I don’t know if I was still drunk, or not hungover enoug
Logan“I want to kiss you” those words flowed through my veins like wildfire, heating every part of my body from top to toe, until they reached deep down into my soul. We were forced to stick with each other as we attended a social event. And I had managed to get her to the car before returning to the driver's seat.I thought I'd never hear such an offer from her or ever think it would be so tempting after the last time. Yet it happened; my mouth watered just thinking about it. I looked away quickly, trying to keep my cool. What she had said wasn't true. The alcohol must've been affecting her because I wasn't sure if I actually heard her right. Or maybe the little alcohol had affected my ability to focus because, at first, I didn't realize the gravity behind her words. She had drunk more than two glasses of wine and she didn't listen when I told her it was enough.If it were some other person, I would kiss them right now, they wouldn't have lasted that long to be in a car with me.I
LoganI hadn’t seen Melissa for weeks, since the last night we were together, I threw myself so much into work and I lost count of how many times I exploded on the staff, and even on my parents. My personal assistant's curious stares and questions drove me insane; I just wanted to scream out every single thing that I had been keeping pent up for so long inside of me. I knew I wanted to but I didn't. I didn't know how she was faring, I didn't know if she wanted me by her side and if she did, she would have come to me right? Heaven knows I’d abandon everything I was doing and run to her this very minute if she acted like she wanted me, if she needed me, just once. But Melissa wasn't the type to lightly accept help, especially from me.I didn't want any of this. I didn't want Melissa to be hurt. I couldn't stand the thought that she might be. I had grown extremely possessive. She wasn't weak, she was strong and resilient, but even she has moments where she loses her cool, like when she
MelissaWhen we pulled away , we were standing mere inches from each other, his eyes fixed on my lips.“This means nothing,” I told him.He nodded.My lips found their way to his and his hands ran up and down my sides and then around my stomach until they found their way underneath my dress, holding my body tightly to his as our tongues battled for dominance. My body shivered when his fingers brushed across my skin, caressing every inch of it as he continued to kiss me hungrily. After some minutes he broke apart from me and buried his face in my neck, breathing heavily as he bit my shoulder. I held onto his waist, trying to bring him closer to me. A small whine escaped my lips, my breath hitching in my chest when his mouth continued to leave trails of kisses down my neck. His teeth dug into my flesh and I clenched my teeth, clenching them tightly as the sharp pain pierced my flesh. I loved it and I could feel him groaning loudly from beside me. When I finally felt a tingling sens