Insomniac Mj Novels & Stories

I can only sleep for 2 to 3 hours before waking up with a startle and then I wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep. I made a simple mayo cheese sandwich for dinner, then took my pill and then laid down on the bed, covering up my body with the covers. I drifted off to sleep in a minute or two. But then I was woken up by the presence of someone near me. I sat up straight on the bed just to see only its silhouette. “Who are you? What do you want?” I asked & he chuckled softly before moving closer to me & I moved away. “I want you, dolcezza!” He uttered seductively & my mind went blank.

The chances of me passing out were high anyway. I slanted a look at Jaxon . His facial features were attractive in an edgy way. Sharp cheekbones, a strong jaw, and the dark stubble. I’d never seen him in less than a three-piece suit, but his muscles were unmistakable. “My brother played football in high school,” Mia whispered, surprising me. I hadn’t said much to her yet. We were strangers, despite being sisters-in-law, not to mention she was ten years older than me. Heat rose into my cheeks, realizing she must have noticed me staring at Jaxon . I couldn’t even imagine Jaxon going to high school.

“Keep going. You can do this. Come on, Tie. You can do it, put your back into it. I can do it, put your ass into it. You can do it, put your back into it. I can do it, put your ass into it. Put your back into it. Put your ass into it. Tick, tick, boom! Hear me banging down these back streets. Bumpin’ Blackstreet, treated like an athlete. Life ain’t a track meet, no it’s a marathon.” FUCK! Shit Fuck! Why can’t my brain focus? I was damn sure I was doing it, then my brain went down a music rabbit hole, and I started singing Ice Cube. Now instead of the knife I wanted, I’m looking at an ass pocket watch. I’m serious. It’s a little ass-shaped pocket watch the size of my palm. And you guessed it,

Ace and Mj lay in silence until Mj slowly pulled herself free and sat up in bed, fully clothed. Ace rolled onto his back and tucked his palms behind his head, “relax princess, I was just trying to help with the heat,” the cocky commander shrugged, causing the muscles in his biceps to bulge against his shirt and Mj wanted to headbutt herself for even looking. She began to rub her face with her hands, working to make sense of the very nonsensical events, when she realized she was not in the place she fell asleep. Jolting from the bed like a scared rabbit, Mj bound to her feet and spun around to look at the still smug, relaxed Ace. “What the fuck are you doing here… what the fuck am I doing he

Mj decided to do the only thing she did really well and took off running, she didn't stop until she got home. Mj unlocked the door to her studio and slammed the door behind her. She hurried up to lock the deadbolt and didn't exhale until she heard the bolt slam inside the lock securing her nerves. “What a fuckin day its been,” she thought, Mj almost ran toward her bed and kicked off her shoes. She reached up and set her alarm for 7p.m that way she was sure to be up in time for her shift at the bar and as soon as her head hit the pillow she drifted off to sleep.

I laugh and say, "Ha-ha Let's go. We have the get-together at Ava's and we have a party to attend tomorrow and we need our beauty sleep before the Dinner and Gala." We open the door and sit inside. While she is busy starting the car engine, I switch on my bluetooth and connect it to the speaker and start playing Taylor Swift's latest album. We drive away, singing loudly and jamming to the song. I roll down the window, allowing the cold wind to enter. I look outside, admiring the beauty of my neighbourhood and I repeat to myself that everything I achieved is definitely due to the hard work I put in. I couldn't help but think to myself,

MJ thought. Greg came back to her room. “Do you need anything else?” Greg asked. “Well, this is kind of embarrassing, but I need tampons and Midol. Get the box that has regular and PM in it. I need the PM to help me sleep because my cramps hurt so bad.” MJ said. “Hey baby, there’s no need to be embarrassed. You’re a woman, it’s part of you. Anything else” Greg asked. “Candy bars, chips, and some red wine.” MJ said.

I turn the screen to him, his head falling. "Sorry, maybe you shouldn't do this Kitty?" I need to, I need to see that night. I fast-forward, seeing MJ walking in with Marcus helping him in. Marcus falls asleep on the sofa, the drugs, whatever she has used for some reason made him out cold when he drank so much. I watch as she walks in, slowly climbing on the sofa, her arm wrapping around him and pulling him closer, my eyes watching as she kisses him, his body unmoving. "Leave it, Kitty, don't do this to yourself. I will get Jackson to check, just leave it."

She looks at me and nods, kissing my lips she gets up and walks out, Jackson is giving her the space she needs, but she needs to explain to him he hasn’t upset her, because right now he will feel like he has. Closing my eyes I roll over and go straight to sleep, the image of Alena in my mind, haunting me, but I would rather have that image than see her after her fantasy thinking she could handle it. Maybe in time, she will, maybe not but right now I know she can’t handle it. Rolling over I get a sense of someone looking at me, opening my eyes MJ is standing there looking at me. Looking around I grab my phone, it is five AM. “What are you doing up fella?” I sit up, and he stands smiling at me

Then, somehow, his head had found its way onto her chest. The most peaceful sleep of his life. “I didn’t plan anything,” Adrian said curtly. “It just… happened.” “And it worked.” James’s voice turned thoughtful. “You’ve been fighting this insomnia for years. Drugs, therapy, meditation—you name it, we’ve tried it. Nothing’s worked longer than a week. And now, magically, one woman knocks you out like a tranquilizer. You realize how insane that sounds?” Adrian didn’t respond. He stared out at the skyline, his expression unreadable.