I see his pause at the top of the stairs and even when my feet take me closer and closer to him, I'm still not sure if I'm doing the right thing. I'm still in a state of indecision when I come to a stop on one step below him. He's staring down at me, one brow.cocked in inquiry and I stare back, my breaths coming out in shallow pants and my eyes wide in apprehension."I…I just wanted to ummmm….". I'm really at a loss for words. I must look like such a fool, staring up at him like this with nothing to say. "I…ummm….".He jerks his head towards his bedroom door. "Come in. Perhaps you need to sit down". He doesn't even wait for me to agree or disagree before he turns away and makes his way towards his bedroom door. I stare at his back in an another moment of indecision. He….he just invited me to his room. I can't go in there, it's bad enough that my body and senses are already going haywire with him being with me like this in the open, if I was stuck in that room with him, I wouldn't trus
My throat seems to close up but I can't possibly escape the situation now. I've already put it out there that I have more to say, that's not exactly something you take back. I release a soft sigh and pull my hand away. "I…..". It suddenly seems like a herculean job to find the right words to say. "I…. about what Anita said…you know it's not true right?". He stares at me emptily and I resist the urge to squirm. "Of course". He says flatly. "After all we aren't even a real couple". I wince at the coldness of his voice. "That….that was probably an unfair thing for me to say….". "It's not if it's the truth though". "Yes it's the truth but….". I dart a tongue across my bottom lip and run an agitated hand through my hair. "I don't know what to do, Alex". I can't look at him. I keep my gaze fixated on the far wall behind him, scared that I'll give away too much emotions. And yet I feel his eyes boring into my face, it feels like he's looking right into my soul and if I look at him back j
It starts out as a sob at first, and then the emotions seem to gush through the small peep hole I created, rushing through till I'm desperately clinging on to Alex as I bawl my eyes out. I feel his arms climb up my back to wrap around me tighter and he continues to shush me in encouragement, eliciting even more tears from me. I don't know how long we stay there, me fully pressed against him, letting the tears stream down my face but finally, they gradually begin to subside, slowly regressing into sobs and then finally, hiccups. And yet still, I don't leave the cocoon of his arms. "Nicole…." . He whispers in my ear. "I will never say this enough but I'm sorry. So so sorry. I'm not going to pretend like I know what you went through these past few years but I want you to know that I'm going to spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. I'm sorry for causing you so much pain, I'm sorry for being a total douchebag, I'm sorry for hurting you like that. I'll never be sorry enoug
It's like everything I've lived for all this time. My eyes shut tighter as Alex kisses me back and it's not at all a surprise when I feel a little shudder run through my spine. This is happening, this is really happening. Despite the fact that he has his lips right over mine, it still proves very hard to believe. Do wishes really come true? If they do, this definitely has to be it for me. I release a shaky breath and lean into Alex more, fisting a good bunch of his shirt as I pull him into me even more. His mouth against mine is velvet and his tongue….I pull back slightly, breathing heavily, my eyes alight with desire. The look on his face mirrors mine and it's the sexiest thing ever. I close my eyes dreamily again as I feel him edge his lips closer. When his lips crash down on mine again, it's like a fire reignited. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck and pull him down to me. If his kiss is cocaine, I'm unapologetically high on it. It's like everything I love and miss, everything
"If you are going that fast, I'll really have no other option than to fuck you against the wall". My body jerks in pleasure at his words and the image gladly conjures itself in my head. My legs wrapped around Alex's waist as he slides in and out of me against the wall. My toes curling in pleasure as an orgasm bursts through me, grabbing his neck desperately as he continues to ride out my pleasure. I want him, and I'll be damned if I mind getting him that way. He brings my arm down and resumes stroking the side of my breasts, his lips all the time caressing my neck and ears. I close my eyes at the joint pleasure of what he's doing. When he cups my breast through the silk shift, I push back against the wall and yelp in surprise. That's all the encouragement he needs. He lowers his head and takes the first strap of my dress in between his teeth, easing it off my shoulder gently, revealing the swell of my left breast. He keeps his gaze on me when he eases it all the way down, exposing my n
I gag on him, eliciting more hardness from him. That has always made him harder, hearing me gag on him. I start my work, sliding him in and out of my throat with a steady rythm, keeping my lips tight around his width. He begins to rock with my movement till we develop a smooth pace, and with every passing second that I suck him off, I feel myself get wetter and wetter. When he looks down at me, I do a spur of the moment thing. I reach down my body and slide my fingers into myself. I watch his eyes fix on my movement like a hawk and feeling bolder than ever, I continue sucking him off rythmically while simultaneously fucking myself to the taste of him. It's a bit of a surprise when I hear him let out a guttural groan and reach down for me, pulling me up. As swift as lightning, he climbs over me and pushes me down on my back on the bed….and then it's his turn to play. He takes my nipple in his mouth and I throw my head back, my lips parting to let out the moan. While he's still over me,
The sunlight streaming through the blinds wake me up the next morning. It takes just a little longer than necessary for me to register my surroundings. I stiffen on the bed as I take in theweight of Alex's hand across my body. I'm pressed back against him, his skin pressing against mine, my ass fitting perfectly into his crotch. Without thinking, I shuffle back and push harder against him, eliciting a small groan from him in his sleep. A small smile spreads across my face as I take in his sleeping figure. He's been way too tired these days and itshows. It wouldn't do to wake him up. Gently, I pull the cover and get to my feet, reaching for the remnant pieces of the nightdress I'd worn the previous night. Quietly, I pad my way out of the room, making sure to shut thedoor noiselessly behind me. I walk with a little spring to my steps as I make my way to my room. I feel so giddy it's almost like I'm floating. The smile spreads wider on my face and Ihum a low tune to myself as I make
I feel my spine go stiff as I watch Alex click the access button. There's a neat swoosh and the doors slide open, letting in Alex's younger sister dressed in a bright pink suit with feather puffs at the wrists. Her hair is pulled up into a bouncy ponytail and her eyes are obstructed by a pair of very large black sunglasses. Her mouth is stretched into that permanent smile of hers that doesn't help one's uneasiness. "Oh wow..... it's a full house". She says sarcastically as she takes in the sight of me across the room. From all the way where I'm standing, I can smell her perfume. Talk about going overboard. Alex's face rearranges into his emotionless mask as he takes her in. She settles into one of the seats without being invited to and places a brown file on the seat beside her before looking up to smile at her brother. "It's been a while, hasn't it? Trust me, I'm not so happy to be here either". "Then why are you?". Alex asks, his voice drawling in boredom. She flashes him a smi
My heart thuds loudly in my chest. What the hell have I done? How do I convince a smart, grown man that he heard me wrong. Of all my truths, this was the one thing I wasn't ready to divulge. How did I get so into my feelings and give myself away like that? "Alex…. it's not what you think". I hate the way my voice comes out small. I have always been a bad liar so if my voice doesn't tell already that I'm lying right now, my face must. Either ways, I'm caught. "Nicole, then tell me what it's like". He still manages to exercise good control over his voice. I'm impressed. And I need to learn that at least from him. "Alex….". So fast, our roles have been switched. Suddenly, I'm the one who wants to slide closer and reach for his hand and make sure I'm holding him close to me so he doesn't go away. I resist all urges to do that as I wring my hands in my lap. "Alex….I have something to tell you". I look at him tentatively through my lashes. His face is impassive, just staring at me directl
When I open my eyes the next morning, it takes a little while before my brain processes my surroundings. For the past two weeks or so, I've been in one space, waking up in the same bed, to the same ceiling and to the same warm, reassuring hand wrapped tightly around my torso. Today, things are different. Much different.I roll over on the bed onto the side of my good arm and just….stare out the window emptily. Slowly, my brain does a reboot of everything that lhappened yesterday. This is it. As hard as it was, I finally managed to talk about the weight that's been holding me down, hanging over my head and shoulders. That alone brings a small smile to my face as I register the light feeling in my chest. It sure feels good to offload to someone. It seems like a thousand year's worth of weight has been lifted, I guess talking about all of it was good for me afterall. But now that I have….what now? What next for me? Are things really going to stay the same between Alex and I?My mind flas
Alex pulls the duvet up to my chin, tucking me in fully before coming to settle beside me. As he stares at my face, for some weird reason, I can't stop imagining what he sees. Does he just the red eyed, puffy faced me, or perhaps….is there a layer of disgust over it? Not that I'd blame him one bit. I hold my breath as he brings a hand up to caress my cheek lightly, his gaze burning fiercely into mine. And yet, he doesn't say anything. I suddenly feel the need to break the silence."I ran away when I was 15". I say, my voice hoarse. He sighs softly and just continues to stare straight at me. It's almost as if he's afraid to say something, scared to have the moment crumble away. I'll take that as my cue to continue. "One day when my mum went to work and Ace was in school, I snuck back home from school and took my things. I never looked back ever since that day. But perhaps that was a mistake because he found me in New York". One of Alex's eyebrows go up in surprise but he still doesn't
My heart thuds lightly in my chest as I follow Alex to the bedroom. This is the exact moment I've been avoiding all these days. All along, I knew Alex seemed to be fine with me but he's only human and I know a huge part of him probably still wants to know everything going on. Or rather, that went on. It's been nearly two weeks since the incident and so far, we've both done a good job of acting like something life changing didn't go on. As sick at it is, a part of me actually hoped he'd have forgotten. Like he could. I'm such a fool. I focus on the ripple of muscles on his back as we make out, racking my head actively for what to say, anything at all to lessen the tension."How was it at the hospital?". I ask quietly. What I really mean to ask is how is he? I'm a bit scared of that answer. Because I know I don't want him to be fine."He's….the same". Alex says, his voice neutral. I resist the urge to let out a sigh of relief. He's stitin the coma. Why the hell won't he just….die alread
I seek his lips desperately as we make our way upstairs. We crash through the door blindly and make our way to the bed. Despite the heat of the moment, Alex places me on the bed gently, taking time to ensure that my arm isn't a position that could potentially hurt it."Where did you say that zipper was again?". He asks, mocking resignation in his voice. I chuckle and reach for the little pink hook, sliding it open. Alex gladly takes over, opening it the rest of the way and parting the dress on either sides of my body. I'm well and truly naked in front of him now and I can't wait for feel his skin against mine. He positions between my legs. I firstly think he's going to part me wider and slide into me already but he seems to have other plans. He lowers his head and kisses my face tenderly. He doesn't stop there. He continues to trail the tiniest, more featherlight kisses down my cheek, neck and finally, my chest. I arch upwards, inviting him to take my nipple in his mouth but he has ot
My heart rate quickens as he claims my mouth again. Every single nerve in my body seems to be alert. He brings an arm forward to wrap around my waist, pulling me tightly against his frame, making me feel what I'm doing to him. The bulge in his pants is hard, proud and unflinching. He wants me to feel it, and that's exactly what I do. With my semi-good arm wrapped loosely around his waist, I reach down with my good arm and reach for his zipper fumbling around awkwardly for it. When I finally pull it apart, I feel that front of his briefs staining against the pressure of his cock. It wants free, and I'm here for that. Before I can reach for his waistband, I feel his hand snake under the hem of my short dress and reach upwards. The breath catches in my throat at the delicious sensation and my nails embed crescents into his back as I dig them into him. He takes his time, hiking his fingers up my inner thighs, leaving after him a delicious trail of heat that tingles my core. Subconsciousl
By the time my arms starts to heal, I'm damn well already tired of staying in bed. But Alex is strict about it, not letting me up for longer than necessary. When the bullet wound finally healed enough for me to move my arms, I was more than elated to let him know.I'm just in bed when Tori brings up a lovely bouquet of roses. I groan but inside of me, I'm screaming and melting. Ever since I got shot, Alex has pointedly given me the best of attentions. He brings me flowers every single day and makes sure the words are barely out of my mouth before my wishes are met. Tori has been a lovely help by his side and if anything, I was really glad to see her again at least. On the times Alex had to leave me to be present for work, she kept me good company and this little development got us even closer than ever. It's official, I genuinely like her and she seems to like me too. As she brings the flowers up, the smile on her face is unmatched."Here we go again. This man is going to overload thi
My mind regains consciousness first before my body does. As I come to, I take the deepest breath I can manage and the first thing I notice is the fact that the air smells of….flowers. Lavenders, roses….and something else. I can quite place a finger on it. It…. really can't be, can it? There's no way I made it to heaven. The Lord must have had a lot of mercy on my soul to have put me here. I must say though, the flowers smell way too earthy. I'd think the flowers in heaven would be different. And so slowly, I let my eyes drift open as I prepare to be bewildered.I take in the pearly white ceiling above me first. When it finally seems like I might have enough control over my body to swivel my neck, I turn at small angles to glance at either sides of me. My brows furrow in mild confusion as I take in all of my surroundings. It somehow looks…. familiar. I try to push up on my arms but a pain so sharp shoots up right into my arm's length. I wince loudly and plop back on to the pillow. That
I see his eyes widen as he rushes forward. I'm full on crying now, the tears streaming down my face and obscuring my vision. It feels like a miracle, perhaps this is the one miracle to make up for all the years of misfortune I've gone through. "Nicole!!!". Alex rushes forward and firstly reaches for my hands that are still taped behind me. "Are you okay? Fuck, what the hell is even going on?". His breaths are coming hard and fast as he works on freeing my hands. From the sitting room, I hear Ace's grunts as he probably tries to get on his feet. Alex's blows must have landed well. When I hear his grunts coming closer, I feel a sense of panic settle in my chest again but thankfully, the tape comes undone around my wrists and for a moment, my hands feel too good to be mine. The blood flows right in my arms again and it's the most delicious sensation ever. Ace walks in through the door right in that moment and I see that the lower half of his face and a good fraction of the front of his