"She might just be overwhelmed" he shrugged.
Chasing her would be of no use so he called, asking his men not to let her out. He grabbed the bottle of tequila and rushed down the elevator. On reaching the last floor flat, he couldn't find her, he asked about her but they said they didn't see her run out.
"Search the whole building" He yelled to his guards "Check the elevator, she might be trapped"
They nodded and split, looking for Melissa.
Williams kept making angry noises, he would yell and cuss, shouting at everyone that comes near him. He received a weird glance from customers and workers but he didn't care, he wants Melissa back and she must accept his proposal.
"Sir" A female worke
Melissa couldn't wait to be told she would be in dept if she wait any longer. Since she refused Williams proposal, narrowly escape Michael's second death, she had been evading her friends and Williams. The fear alone that Michael might come for her made her keep her location hidden. For the past three weeks, she had been doing things the way she wants. Just like how she feels, in due time, Michael will get her back and she will never be free again. The way she watched him kill Luciano and Rosie made her fear for her life but she still want to leave her life the way she might be able to tell her children she did try her best to enjoy. Since lectures stopped days ago all she had to do is work to save up for rents. She always made sure to keep her phone off and dance for an unknown club every night. She gets to pay for different hotels to pass the night and send the remai
Melissa wake up with a start, sweat rolling down her face as she turned to the left side of her bed to look at her table clock on top of the chest only to notice it had been turned off about an hour ago. She knew of only one person that could turn off an alarm still sleeping and that was her, Melissa Harts the good-for-nothing funny-looking nerd. That Monday happened to be the first day at 'Loyola University in Chicago as a punctual person, but screw that she was worst at keeping time which was why she did set up an alarm, still, her butt was stuck on her bed. Great news! Melissa still had her ass in school because of her dancing talent and my great love for music and literature. She was given the privilege to get a scholarship or be paid. "Melissa come off that room or I drag you to your new school in your pajamas " Nikolas yelled from the dining room. Nikolas,
Another crazy way to stay up late and wake up late too was to think about someone that isn't thinking about you and that sucks like how Melissa has a small butt. She rolled off the bed most lazily she could think about and dashed into the bathroom, before she could pull off her clothes, her phone began to vibrate. "Hey Mel" Sam giggled "We are close to your house, mind if we pick you up?". Wow! gest today would be a great day after all. Melissa looked at the window to see if she could see any sign of them before replying. "Hell yes!! She will be down soon". Although she had many things to think about, like how do her losers' friends knew her house or how they got her phone number but the crazy one that kept on popping was Williams's reaction when she called him 'willy' two days ago. She enjoys sitting alone since she has not been at school after their little frien
Melissa was still red hot and angry when Williams rushed to Karen, lifting her effortlessly from the mess. She scoffed as Karen was panting, glass falling from her hair. She obviously doesn't know how to defend herself from the sudden attack, thanks to Melissa's dad that was the only thing she learned from him. "This bitch wants to kill me" Karen cried as she buried her head on Williams's chest. Feeling over irritated, Melissa scoffed again, rolling her eyes in the most un-called manner. She placed both folded arms under her breast, patiently waiting for the worst, like being strangled or being given a smackdown by the world-heavy weight champion. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" his bold voice echoed in my empty brain, making me shiver as he walked close "What the fuck do you think you are doing?". "Giving t
Melissa stood still, watching herself in the mirror not knowing what to wear to Sam's 'warm-up party'. She changed into a red strapless dress that hung a few inches above her knee. "Urgh!!" She frowned "Still don't feel comfortable". She touched her hair and her eyebrows connect "How do I cover my hair?". She smiled at herself as she wondered what the rest girls would be planing on wearing as Sam had instructed 'dress to be noticed'. She giggled as she step out of the gown to replace it with a white mini gown that was just a little bit below her butt. She wondered why Molly would get her clothes and insisted she wears one of them and keep the rest. "I wonder if I can pick up something from the floor in this" She turned to see her back view as she gasped "Holy smoke! My ass is coming out. My fucking eighteen years old ass is finally ou
Melissa walked gingerly about her room getting all her things in order, she ignored the person knocking at the door as she made the finishing touch on her belongings. "I will be leaving for Barcelona before I get to Oklahoma," Nikola said immediately he opened the door without warning "I have saved my number on your phone two nights ago when your friends brought you back home drunk". Melissa angled her head in his direction and looked away as soon as she had turned. "We are not kids and I know that you know I'm only doing this for the best of you". She ignored him, walked to her bathroom then returned with her bathing soap, she couldn't forget that because she love it so much. Even more than the person that called himself her father. "You have always been so selfish and self-centered!". Nikolas yel
Melissa's face frowned in total disgust as she pushed the last bag inside the apartment. She sat down on the neatly made bed assuming it would be for her. Her big brown eyes scanned the room, it had a sitting room, kitchen, bed room and a small space at the corner. "Great!" She said as she lay down "I have to be struck in this place, where the whole rooms almost appeared in one room" She kicked her shoe off impatiently "Let me assume that small corner over there" she pointed to her left. "Actually its on your right". "Ok" she point right "Is the bathroom". "Actually that is the store". "What's up with the 'Actually' Dad!". "The bathroom is at the other end" he pointed at a passage she just noticed "Isn't it nice?".
"That's the point" Melissa sounded disappointed "Its Karen". Molly rushed out of the kitchen, holding the lemonade bottle. She rushed to Melissa like she was scared something was about to get hold of her. "You are kidding right?". Sam giggled "OK! You got me". "I'm not fucking kidding" Melissa frowned "Or does this look like a joke to you?". She walked towards the beds and grabbed the picture she was scared of. "What in the black Jesus!" Molly yelled "That fucking look too real". Melissa scoffed as the three girls passed the picture like it was a target and the were the assassin. She stood for a couple of minutes expecting the would snap out of their little show and return the picture but they seemed to be deeply in lost. "Did i enchante you all with the picture?".
Melissa couldn't wait to be told she would be in dept if she wait any longer. Since she refused Williams proposal, narrowly escape Michael's second death, she had been evading her friends and Williams. The fear alone that Michael might come for her made her keep her location hidden. For the past three weeks, she had been doing things the way she wants. Just like how she feels, in due time, Michael will get her back and she will never be free again. The way she watched him kill Luciano and Rosie made her fear for her life but she still want to leave her life the way she might be able to tell her children she did try her best to enjoy. Since lectures stopped days ago all she had to do is work to save up for rents. She always made sure to keep her phone off and dance for an unknown club every night. She gets to pay for different hotels to pass the night and send the remai
Williams couldn't believe his eyes, although it wasn't a huge television in front of him but he doesn't want to believe that. At least not now, not ever. "She might just be overwhelmed" he shrugged. Chasing her would be of no use so he called, asking his men not to let her out. He grabbed the bottle of tequila and rushed down the elevator. On reaching the last floor flat, he couldn't find her, he asked about her but they said they didn't see her run out. "Search the whole building" He yelled to his guards "Check the elevator, she might be trapped" They nodded and split, looking for Melissa. Williams kept making angry noises, he would yell and cuss, shouting at everyone that comes near him. He received a weird glance from customers and workers but he didn't care, he wants Melissa back and she must accept his proposal. "Sir" A female worke
At the back of the state, Melissa still couldn't take her mind of Michael as she sat with other dancers, waiting to be judged.She ignored the strange stare from other dancers like she has a plague or virus. "What happened out there?" Jake asked worried as he offered her a chill bottle of water "You look like you were about to faint" Melissa swallowed hard, she looked at Jake in silence as the suspense grew. Her gaze locked him his and she maintain it, trying to think about something else to talk about. "Did you can Michael?" She asked before she could stop herself. Jake froze, he stared at her like she had lost it and he pitied her. He took the bottled water she was holding and keep it on the floor. "You see this bottle" he pointed at it "Can I ask if you know the name of the person that filled it?" M
Melissa cried all through, getting to put a lot of makeup on her face made her look less of a lost drunk girl. About thirty minutes to their dance, Jake her partner decided to take their intro routine with her. "We are dancing FADED by Alen walker, not Salsa!" Jake said in surprise as Melissa missed the step again "You are not yourself, Melissa" Jake whispered as Melissa danced to him. According to the dance, they spilled and walked towards each other slowly on their toes. "Don't tell me you are nervous!" Jake seem pissed, he tried to hold Melissa but she stepped on him "Ouch!" "So sorry" Melissa stopped. Melissa kept breathing hard as she looked at his face, her shoulders dropped. She moved a tiny bit of stray hair behind her and sniffed. "What's wrong Melissa!" Jake seems worried, he rushed to her and hugged her "It's okay
Time waits for no man! Melissa found it difficult to sleep as all she could think about is how she would dance with Jared she didn't see all of the day. It had been days, three complete days that she had to lie to him about going to work while she had to dance and had marathon sex with Williams. Funny enough, she was supposed to see Williams that evening but couldn't get herself to. They had literally had sex five times since yesterday and she couldn't have it anymore. She lost her mind whenever she is with him. Memories of how they made love flashed back and she couldn't help but blush and become horny again. She rolled off the bed and walked to the kitchen to grab a can of beer. "You can't just keep ignoring me like this, Melissa " Karen complained. Melissa knew Karen had been around lately but she also had been try
"Let your body free, Melissa," Williams said for the fourth time. Dancing had been going fine until she began to act more rigid than she is supposed to be. He stopped her and asked her to take deep breaths. "You know how to make yourself free?" He asked and she shook her head, his brows flinched then he decided to overlook "Then how do you concentrate" "I just imagine I am in the ocean and can only survive if I dance like a piece of paper," Melissa said immediately. Although, that wasn't what Williams had expected he did make him smile. he asked her to get to the basic principles of ballet and stand on her toes which she did. "Now close your eyes " he whispered as he went behind her "I will teach you another way" Just as he said, she closed her eyes, waiting for the next Instructions. "To be light as a feather and have the strengt
Leah sat still, watching her surrounding like she was Alice trapped in wonderland. She brought out her phone and began to take pictures of the place. The place looks like a small ballet hall, just like the one Melissa train in almost every day. Williams had brought it for Melissa to practice in and get to know her friends more. He knows that if he can get Melissa to trust him again that the rest girls won't be a problem except Molly, who kept finding fault in all he does. Leah could not believe Melissa had been taking dance lessons from Williams in order to win the best ballet dancer for Loyola college this year. It's almost twenty minutes late from the time they all talked about and no one had arrived except for Leah who seems to be getting bored and angry. "Remind me what I am doing here again" she yelled, she looked around, shrugged, and grinned "Oh poor Leah, you are here to watch Melis
Melissa couldn't contain her surprise and anger. Even if she wanted to go after Williams that had left about two minutes ago, she should at least obey his rules that asked her to stay there till he get back. "Michael is gone?" She repeated. For the first few seconds, she didn't get the statement well or understand what the person meant. She slapped her hand over her forehead so hard that she might get it red. Although she still has a strong hatred for Michael deep down, she never wished for him to die too soon. "Poor Williams" she gasped. Ignoring Williams's simple warning of not leaving the room, she walked out the door hoping to meet Williams maybe in grief over the death of his brother. "Thanks" she whispered to the maid the opened the last iron door for her. "Call me Rose" the girl smiled. "Like Rosie?" Melissa wig
Melissa woke up on hearing her alarm sing for the third time, something she never likes for a bit. She rolled off the bed and walked to the kitchen to get a bottle of water only to find Karen passed out on the couch. "Karen" she whispered. At first, she had wanted to rush to her, pull her hair and slam her against the floor but something stronger than anger kept her from moving. Mere looking at Karen, you could tell she is as good as useless. Her make-up seems too much, her clothes barely covered her body, her pants were still on her ankle, and her hair was rough. She must have had sex on that couch. She decided to ignore her and do whatever she need to execute. About aA few minutes later, she walked out of the kitchen with a cup of coffee and toasted bread. Wrong combination but her taste for weird food seems to expand each day. She quickly took a quick b