All Chapters of SLEEPING NEXT TO A STRANGER : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

NINA.I'll tell you later, Drew said, softening his expression slightly as he spoke to me. I felt relief wash over me, and I nodded, trying inwardly to smile.Drew got breakfast, and I had to find an excuse to stay outside the house. 'Morel, Morel,' I shouted, but I was met with silence. I opened Morel's door, and it swung right open, as I marched in with my long broom, intending to sweep the floor.”The sight that greeted me was Morel sleeping and really drawn. I watched as his tiny body rose and fell with every single breath. "Ahh, he's still asleep," I told myself. "I'm sure he had a stressful day yesterday." Then I went on sweeping the floor, making sure to cover every nook and cranny of the room.As I was sweeping the floor, something caught the broom, I had to bend down to pick up. There lay a white envelope half-hidden under the bed. I picked it up, dusted it off, and examined it. There was no name or address on the envelope: just a plain white rectangle with a slight bulge in

DREW. I pushed my throbbing cock into her entrance while holding on to her hips tightly. I felt her heart racing too; her breath was sharp and short. I gazed deep into her eyes, filled with lusting desire. "Are you ready?" I asked. She nodded, her eyes wide open in anticipation. I thrust into her; my dick went inside her tight, wet pussy. A moan escaped her lips, her body arching from the desk. I could feel her muscles contract around me, her body pleading for more. So I started knocking into her, holding on to her hips. Beneath my touch, I could feel her muscles trembling, her body yearning for more. I reached down and touched her breast, brushing against her nipples by my fingers. It made her body cry for more through the slight tremors that I would feel under my hand. An innocent pinch and tug on her nipples had begun to make her moan again. So, smiling, I started caressing with my fingers that smooth, firm flesh of the behind. She moaned and arched her back off the desk. I co

DREW. Seconds turned into minutes and then into hours, as I stood by the window, gazing in shock at the scene playing itself out before me. First there was the brilliant sunlight that somehow dimmed and drew back from the sound of the busy street as Mr. Tony strode up to the gate with all of his authoritative demeanor. There he gestured to open the gate peremptorily by uttering in discontent, "Open the gate." As I watched, disappointment washed over me over and over again. From the way anyone could tell he was so angry at what Ashley displayed. “How could she be so careless, so inconsiderate? I shook my head in wonderment. "What a disappointment," I whispered quietly in a world of my own. My body felt utterly ready to collapse into a chair, staring at piles of papers on my desk, but my mind would not comply. I was drawn back to thinking about Mr. Tony. An angry thought came to my mind: "Mr. Tony is an evil man. He is going to wreck our name," I said to myself with dread. “I

DREW. After a million ticking moments, I reached the bar, a kind of refuge from life in which to lay my want for some solitary calm; the moment I parked was the moment I felt alive, knowing very well that it was here that I could finally go through the mental motions of dropping down my guard and spending some time just soaking in time. With that feeling hanging on, I turned off the engine; all fell silent, broken only by the faint chirping of birds somewhere high in the trees. I threw the door open to the evening chill and headed for the VIP area. The bouncer acknowledged my entrance with a nod; the doors opened to luxury and opulence. The interior had plush finishes, with reclining sofas and chrome accents sending light back at their source in scintillating reflections. A waitress clad in a fitted uniform greeted me, her smile so wide it almost seemed to be able to pierce through a storm. She had grabbed a file that was to be my menu. "What may I offer you, sir?" the waitress a

NINA. I woke up feeling completely exhausted with my body heavy from fatigue. "Yesterday was way too stressful," I said to myself almost whispering as I sat atop my bed nursing an idea concerning the new day. Then I swung my legs over the side of the bed toward its floor, my eyes fell on the tray with food, carefully lined with a letter on top. My heart jerked fast as I picked the letter up; it was filled with all the sweet words from my loving husband. "Good morning, my queen, I love you so much," it said, and every word radiated through the letter itself. A warm smile spread across my face as I just sat there cherishing and adoring. The very end made me think, "This is such an intentional man," my heart swelling in gratitude. I mean, how could I not be touched by that gesture in the form of starting my day right? I picked up the fork and started eating, chewing lovely bites of the delicious food that he prepared for me. My tongue danced with the flavor, while I felt my energy lev