Chapter 44

A FEW DAYS LATER 

“This is soooo relaxing.” Melissa crooned as the masseuse rubbed oil into her back. 

At the same moment Brock’s phone rang. Adjusting his towel around his waist he got up and took the phone call into the hallway. 

Melissa allowed herself to think back on the previous days events. 

“Babe? Babe? Come on wake up.” Melissa shook Brock’s shoulder. Opening a bleary eye Brock looked at Melissa. She was showered and dressed. Wearing black skinny jeans, and a red cashmere sweater, her hair was tied up in a high ponytail and she had make up on. Brock jumped out of bed and in the shower. 

Showering and dressing in record time he grabbed the keys to the Porsche and they went to the car. 

Brock snapped his belt in the drivers side, and started the engine, pulling out of the parking lot, before driving off to his and Blake’s apartment. 

“So you sure you want to do this alone?” Brock asked. 

“Yes. I’m sure. Besides your going to the police station, to give your statement and alibi.” Melissa said, not showing the nerves that were now forming a ball in her stomach. 

Brock took one hand of the steering wheel and place it on Melissa’s thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze, reassuring her. Brock pulled into the street and turned straight away into the parking lot of the apartment building that he shared with his twin. 

Brock felt guilty as he’d been away from the apartment for a while. ‘When I come back I will pick up my mail.’ Brock thought as Melissa I clipped her seatbelt. 

Brock leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, they’d decided not to let Blake find out any other way until Melissa had the chance to talk to him. 

Shutting the door Brock waved and pulled out of the parking lot. Melissa breathed in and out slowly, and walked up the brown steps to press the intercom button. 

“Number 38.” Melissa said as she tried to find the correct button. Melissa waited for an age before she heard the tinny noise of a receiver being lifted and a buzzing noise. 

Melissa pushed the heavy green door open and it slammed behind her. Walking down the echoey hallway Melissa saw the elevator and jumped in. Pressing the button for the fifth floor she stood and waited for the doors to close. 

In the quiet elevator Melissa internally tried to calm herself down, she did some breathing exercises, she hadn’t been this nervous in forever, then why was she nervous? It’s not like she was cheating on Blake. Confused by the feeling as the elevator came to a complete stop and the doors dinged open. 

Stepping out Melissa was aware the heeled boots she wore announced her, she found number 38 and raising her fist she knocked loudly three times. 

She waited as she could hear some movement come from inside the apartment, then the door flew open. There on the other side of the door stood Blake, his hair was messy, he had dark shadows under his eyes, he looked sexy as hell, he was naked apart from the pyjama pants that were slung low on his hips. He stared at Melissa and she stared back. Putting a hand up to scratch the back of his neck, he seemed to be lost for words. 

“Hi.” Melissa said quietly. 

Blake couldn’t believe his luck, when the apartment intercom had buzzed he thought it was a delivery driver who like usual presses all the buttons to try and get in. He never imagined for one second that it was Melissa standing there.

Finding his voice he gestured to Melissa to come in, standing off to the side Melissa slipped past him. He caught a nice scent and inhaled quietly. 

Shutting the door he followed her to the living room. “Please sit.” Blake was having a hard time controlling himself. He just wanted to throw her on the couch and fuck her until the only thing she remembered was him. 

Melissa was always very classy and ladylike to him. She sat down on the couch, taking a glance around the room was pleasantly surprised by how clean and tidy it was. 

Blake sat opposite “Can I get you a drink or something?” He asked hoping she was there to get back with him. 

“No thank you.” Melissa responded her British accent even more pronounced due to nerves. 

‘She’s nervous. That’s a good sign. Maybe she’s come to her senses. I will accept her love and then I can fuck any trace that Brock had done the same out of her.’ Blake thought. 

“Look I came here because I need to explain.” She took a deep breath noticing that Blake was smiling at her seductively she felt her insides turn to liquid. Her mouth went dry. It was at that point she realised there was still a small spark between her and Blake. ‘Of course there is. You idiot. He was your first love, and your first, well everything else. There’s bound to be SOMETHING there.’