For A Minute I Was Stone Cold Sober Novels & Stories

My fingers twitch in my pocket, urging me to take yet another sniff… ‘You can't fuck her.’ I repeat my mantra and struggle to curl my fingers in a fist, winning the urge to. ‘She’s off limits.’ I empty my glass in one greedy gulp and pour myself another. For the next twenty minutes, I go about the routine of cautioning myself and training my restraint. Quite intoxicated, I set down the glass and go to freshen up, maybe let the shower wash off the alcohol and my madness. I walk out of the bathroom at the exact time the black SUV drives into the compound.

When I next woke up, my eyes had been covered. I could not see even the smallest pinprick of light. My hands and legs were bound. Pain radiated from my back. The rope that bound me was lifted. Then, my feet were submerged in icy water. The water rose, slowly enveloping my chest and head… I could not breathe. I could not even scream for help. Eventually, I was raised up again as I thrashed violently. I gulped in huge lungfuls of air and coughed so hard until I could not make any more noise. The person at the edge of the pool finally spoke up.

He helped me dragged Gray inside Gray was too vulnerable to do anything,I know he doesn’t even know he is home with me yet,but the way he keeps saying my name gave me butterflies, this man wanted just me. “ Lena,I need a fuck.” Those words kept coming out of his mouth repeatedly. “You have to stay sober,” I said as I brought him to bathroom,took off his cloths, I switched on the cold water faucet as the water poured down on him.

he took a deep breath. I took a step back from him, crossing my arms, assuming a defensive position as my mind spun in a daze. ""Izzy, I'm an alcoholic," Gustaf blurted out, watching my reaction. For a moment I allowed that information to make sense in my mind, while I put together the pieces of that puzzle with all his reactions. "In a few weeks I'll be two years sober, and when you asked me yesterday, I panicked "he assumed, looking embarrassed.

Smart man. I tip the shot back. The rum burns clean and sweet, sliding down my throat like a promise it can’t keep. My chest feels tight, not from the alcohol, not yet, but from the ghost of that I*******m Live still playing on loop in my head. Chad’s voice, calm and cruel, saying “I can’t do this anymore” while 3,832 people watched me smile like an idiot, waiting for the ring. Three months. It’s only been three months.

Close enough to touch but forbidden. Fuck. I need a cold shower.

Maxwell POV I hadn’t realized how long it had been since I came home sober until my mother noticed it before I did. The house greeted me with its usual quiet warmth—soft lights, familiar scents, the low hum of evening settling into the walls. For the first time in months, my steps were steady. My mind was clear. And for the first time in longer than I cared to admit, I wasn’t reaching for the burn of alcohol to dull my thoughts. “Max?” my mother’s voice floated from the sitting room.

"Well, I’m calling it a night ladies. Got an Uber on the way." "Already? The night’s barely started," my girlfriend protested. "Yeah, well, after today I don’t feel much like partying." Her eyes immediately softened. "Oh, I’m sorry. Sucks about that promotion. Text us when you’re home?" "Always." I turned and quickly departed, before I lost my nerve. Despite the four drinks I was immediately sober the moment the chilly wind outside hit my cheeks. I looked back and forth, my heart climbing into my throat for a moment not finding him. Then I saw him. He was standing halfway down the block.

Go ahead, be happy, just leave me out of it. Most of all, she needed to get away from herself. She didn't realise it until now. Now that the shiny black BMW is cruising down a lonely gravel road, lined with fields and nothingness. Now that she was staring at the nothingness and her mind void of all thought. Now that the only thing her nose could focus on was the soothing smell of sandalwood belonging to the man sitted beside her, fast asleep.

"He can only lock you up for days without food or water, if you are strong enough to make it out in one piece then.. Her sentence suddenly hooked up in her throat as they all felt a cold aura wash over them. They needed no one to tell them that he has walked in. None of them dared to look up as the sound of his shoes filled the whole room. "On your feet," came his cold voice. They all rushed up to their feet in a flash, Kim seized the opportunity to take a closer look at his face. He was still the same guy that she danced for at Mrs Peterson's strip club, pretty face that could beat that of a lady's hands down, his mouth watering height and broad muscles and all, it was still him standing ri