The Night Before I Knew Him Novels & Stories

The distance of a man who knew exactly what closing it would mean. They looked at the city together. "Can't sleep?" he said. "Haven't tried," she said. "You?" "I don't sleep the night before something like this," he said. "Never have." "How many nights like this have there been?" He was quiet for a moment. "Enough," he said. Rain looked at his reflection in the glass. At the sharp profile and the controlled stillness and the thing underneath it that she had been watching surface slowly for two weeks — the man underneath the Alpha, warm and complicated and trying very hard not to be known and failing completely with her.

"He said, 'Elena, I'm sorry... I'll pay you back with my life, just come back to me...'" I stared into the deep red wine in my glass. And to my surprise, I felt not a single shred of satisfaction. No hatred. No sorrow. Just a deep, endless calm. "Is that so." I said flatly, and downed the wine in one go. "That was his fate." The morning before I left Chicago, a light drizzle began to fall. I went to Vincent's grave. It was overgrown with weeds, the headstone plain and shabby—not even a proper photograph.

Erica The night before played in my mind's eye over and over as I lay in the bed that next morning. Mitch had been kind and almost sweet when we arrived at his big mansion by the water. The place was decorated warmly, from his wife no doubt. I couldn't have imagined losing someone I loved, and yet there I sat, at the edge of watching Matt walk away. Mitch and I had shared a drink, and luckily for me, I had time to slip a few pills in his liquor, which was insanely effective. He got dizzy pretty quickly, and I pulled him down the hallway and pushed him back on the bed as he passed out.

Because he desperately needed a grand performance to cover up his personal scandal. By the time I'd handled everything, it was two in the morning. I decided against going back to the family estate and drove straight to a hotel near the airport. On the way, the coordinator texted me. Miles had been so furious he'd smashed a table, but he still signed the massive check on the spot. I smiled, set my alarm, and fell fast asleep. So I wasn't surprised when my phone started blowing up with calls from Miles. I just turned it off and closed my eyes.

“You don’t even know how you looked last night.” I didn’t ask. Didn’t want to know. I stood, gathering my things, embarrassed. “This doesn’t happen again,”

I turned around slowly. "Are you okay with us hooking up?" I asked. "Totally." His answer came immediately. A nervous laugh came out of me. "So..." I started, feeling a little awkward. "Should we get to know each other a little first?" "Hm." That was all he said before he started walking toward me. The look on his face changed completely. Darker now. Very intense. Without thinking, I stepped backward. One step. Two. Until the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed and I fell onto it with a soft gasp.

said a man’s voice from the other end, causing Jeslyn to frown. She recognized the voice instantly, and her eyes snapped open. “Jefran?” “Yes, it’s me. Who else would it be? Where the hell have you been, Jes?” Jefran asked. “M-Me?” Jeslyn struggled to recall the events of the previous night. But judging by her bare body, she was certain what had happened wasn’t a dream. She assumed the man she had spent the night with was Jefran. "If this is Jefran… then who was the man I was with last night?" she thought in panic.

The next morning, I found myself standing right in front of Adrian’s door, earlier than I had ever shown up before. My head felt heavy, not just from the lack of proper sleep, but from everything that had happened the night before. I had ended up spending the night with the bar girl. something that now sat uncomfortably in my chest. And to make it worse, she had actually charged me for staying over

Played my part. But inside, I was slipping. Falling apart. And I needed it to end. **Later that Night** I was walking back to my tent. My dress still slightly damp from the last chore. I was thinking of sleep. Maybe if I slept hard enough, I’d forget everything. Or stop feeling for a while. Then I saw him. He was leaning against the wall like he’d been waiting. Like he’d known I’d pass there. His eyes found mine instantly. "You’re back," he said quietly.

He bit his lower lip while he stared at me dumbfounded. He must have realized that he is in the wrong place. I grab the bedsheet, look at him and look at the bed we are into. "Why are you in the bed? I remember I drank last night...Did we--" I gasp, covering my mouth with my hands. We did it already, I am aware of that but we haven't done it without heat..it's always with our heat. I can't remember anything from last night, the last memory I remembered was a glass and a bottle of a hard drink they call as The Bar Pink.