LOGINMelissa’s POVI’m back to work now, and everything just feels so… surreal.It doesn’t even feel like I should be here. Suddenly my hand doesn’t know how to make designs. I’ve been staring at my sketchpad for four hours now, and nothing is coming to mind. All I have here is an outline of a body. For a man. Which I guess is making things more challenging, but know that I can usually rise to the occasion and do something good.Except now.“Fuck,” I whisper to myself, squeezing my own hands like I’m going to extract some kind of beauty from it. “Come on, work with me….”I take a deep breath. The clock chimes for the end of the work day but I didn’t get up from my seat, I stay there, staring at my empty paper, desperate to create something so that the day doesn’t feel like a waste.But it’s already heading in that direction, it seems.And it’s all because my thoughts are going haywire.I didn’t sleep last night because of Andrew. I was so bothered by his emotions and his confessions that I
Third Person POVGrandpa’s days are a blur now.Sometimes he wakes up when it’s bright out. Sometimes, he wakes up when it’s dark out. There’s no in between, and it’s disconcerting.But today, he wakes up when the sun just started to set. He gets up from his best and goes to the balcony, enjoying the view. He missed watching the sun set like this.However, instead of seeing beauty, he sees sadness in the sky. He remembers going to the lake with Allie and Melissa, when Andrew was still complying to everything he ever asked for. Allie sat next to him beside the lake, wanting to dip her toes into the water.“You can’t reach it from the dock yet,” he told her. She was what, only three years old? “If you try, you’re going to fall and we’re all going to have to find you because it’s getting late and the lake is deep.”The little girl got scared. She jumped into his lap and hugged him. “Please don’t let me fall, pee-paw.”He laughed. It was so silly to be the king of a business empire and be
Third Person POVEleanor is lost in ecstasy, and so is Hunter. He watches her, wondering if this pleasure is enough to make her want to keep him around."You feel amazing," he mutters, his hands gripping her hips."Don't stop," she pants, her fingers clawing at his back.But the cabinet isn't ideal for what he had in mind. Without breaking their connection, Hunter scoops her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carries her to the bed.Eleanor clings to him, their lips crashing together in a heated kiss. He lays her down on the bed, his manhood slipping out momentarily. She whimpers at the loss, but he’s quick to re-enter her, thrusting deep and hard.Her cries of pleasure fills the room, driving him wild. He can feel the tension building within him, but he is determined to make this last."Fuck, Hunter, you're incredible," she moans, her hips bucking against him.He smirks, pushing her further into the mattress with each thrust. Eleanor's breath hitches, her eyes fluttering sh
Third Person POVEleanor buzzes with energy as she starts to drive to the bar.She smells good and looks even better. She decided to wear a short leather dress with some crotchless stockings to prepare for the night. Not only that, she’s also in high heels and red lipstick, her hair messy and sexy, just the way Hunter likes it.The place is packed when she arrives, and she has some hard time trying to look for him. But at last, she sees him sitting in the corner of the bar, already checking her out.Hunter didn’t age a day. He’s just as handsome as ever, his dimples deepening as he grins at her and curls his fingers to beckon her closer.“Come here, naughty girl,” he says, his dark eyes twinkling in the dark.He blows cigarette smoke into the air and flattens his cigarette into the ash tray. She excitedly sits next to her and he just wraps an arm around her casually. His hand lands right on top of her left breast, but she doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, she finds that this action cause
Third Person POVSomething in Andrew’s chest starts to hurt when he looks at the paper falling on the floor.He stares at the words on the paper, confirming that they’re for divorce. While everything was happening, Melissa was doing this. She was busy trying to sever the ties that had brought them together. She’s been so eager to get rid of him that it just… worked.All the things that she said to him are still whirring in his mind as he picks up the papers. He stares at them for another second, wondering how it all came to this.“You really want me to sign?” Andrew asks in a low voice. “You really want me to end this?”“It’s already long dead,” Melissa confirms. “Sign it, and let’s bury this altogether.”He looks at the paper again, then back at Melissa. This time, she reaches into her car one more time and gives him a pen. He takes it absent-mindedly. But he can’t bring himself to bring the pen closer to the paper.“I can’t do this.” He rakes through his hair. “Melissa, there is a w
Melissa’s POVThe world suddenly freezes. The room becomes black, nothing but a bubble. Enclosing Andrew and I in emotions that I didn’t know I still had.“We can try for another child,” Andrew continues, his voice getting louder with every word. “You don’t need to go everywhere with that idiot Zane. You do know he’s just trying to steal you away from me, right? He doesn’t really like you.”I look into Andrew’s eyes and I immediately know that he’s not speaking from the heart.As usual, he’s speaking from the only place he knows how to speak from.His pride.His life is falling apart and he knows it. I know him like the back of my hand and I know that the last thing he wants is for everyone to know that. Especially someone like Zane, who has pretty much everything that he has. From his grandfather’s favor to his riches.And now Andrew is afraid that Zane would have me. That’s why he’s doing this.Suddenly I feel repulsed. For a second there I was willing to entertain the fact that he







