Chapter 35
Marcus
I thought I was prepared to see her. But I was so fucking wrong.
Staring at Melissa knowing she was wearing just a T–shirt with no underwear was wild. An information I got when I was not searching.
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When I saw her, I wanted to ask if she was okay if she was sore and if she enjoyed last night but that would just be me being a jerk.
And for the hangover? I sure as hell had them and I threw up twice in the last three hours. I also felt a thumping headache and I woke up with a fuzzy head so I did everything I could to regain myself before she woke up.
Yes, I was drunk when we had sex but I knew what was happening and I never wanted it to end.
Last night I lapsed in grief. I imbibed too much alcohol to numb the pain and for a moment I felt numb until I started hallucinating. I was sure as hell that it was Kyra who walked through that door but when she talked- It was Melissa’s tiny voice calling me Mr. Hills.
I left Melissa inside the guest room and walked back to the gym. I already spent the last three hours working out and trying to get my mind off the best sex I’ve had in a while.
I know I shouldn’t be trying to wave off a good experience like that but the circumstances surrounding it just made it worse.
I fucked another woman while mourning Kyra,
Bending over at the waist, I breathed in a lungful of air. I wiped sweat dews from my brow and then raised the dumbbells a few more times before dropping them to the floor.
I washed up till I looked fresh and then walked to grab the breakfast that had just been delivered.
Breakfast in hand, I walked to the guest room and opened the door.
“I got you
breakfast.”
I paused when there was no figure standing there anymore. A frown formed on my face and I lowered the bags to the center table.
“Melissa.”
I looked around, checking both the bathroom and every enclosed space in the room but she was not there.
She left.
I wasn’t going to fuck her or anything- I just wanted her to have breakfast.
Guilt turned my stomach at the thought of her and the way she looked. I couldn’t even bring myself to say anything about it to her yet and maybe that was why she left.
Could that be?
It’s been years since I had a meltdown like that. Normally, I channel all the emotions and pain into something else or use it in my workouts, but last night, I had no control over my emotions.
She saw me in my vulnerable state. At the moment I was the weakest I could ever be and I hate that about her.
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No one has made me as calm as she did for a very long time. What is it about her that I find so damn different?
I hate to think that she blames herself for cheating on her boyfriend. I scoffed at the thoughts clouding me. A satisfied smirk began crawling on my face but the moment I realized why I was smirking- I brushed it off.
I shouldn’t be thinking of her full lips on mine begging me to take charge as pleasure shot through her veins.
Guilt sunk in my chest as I tried to decide how to go about this. I could carry on like this didn’t just happen but a part of me knew I’d still want her- more than I can have anyone.
…and the awareness was going to make me go to lengths for her.
I wanted her more than anything, but there was a growing feeling I might be the one thing she didn’t need.
Who goes for his son’s girlfriend? A young girl who should be having a lovely relationship with my son…
I could get just anyone but it felt different with her. It felt so homely- like it was Kyra holding me.
I paused at the thought. I would be the most selfish person if I wanted someone else because they remind me of my first love.
“What kind of man are you?” I asked myself and sighed audibly.
I turned onto my back and gazed up at the ceiling as I tried to rid the thoughts. I used my hands to claw my hair together and licked my bottom lips.
The bed- it smelled like her, in every way and it just filled me with memories of how she was stark naked with her legs spread, letting me inside of her.
I needed it. I needed sex therapy but it wouldn’t just have helped if it was with anyone else but her.
Laying there brooding wasn’t helping anything. I decided I needed to occupy my mind and figure out something.
There was an undeniable chemistry between us, but was it enough of a reason to fuck her while mourning Kyra?
Not just anyone but Ian’s girlfriend.
The sudden anger took me aback. Was I really seeing this as nothing?
Just then my phone buzzed and it was Ian.
Ian: hi Dad. Can I get some cash, please?
As always and before any other text made its way to my phone, was transferring the money he asked for.
I’m fucking rich. Rich enough to buy whatever I want and definitely rich enough to get whatever it is I want but this is where the problem is.
All the money and I still can’t get anyone to make me feel what Melissa has on me. It’s been like this since the first day I met her.
The first day I walked into her when she blurted out vulgar things cause she was drunk as hell.
I didn’t do shit that day because she may have needed someone but not a stranger fucking her. But now, I need her despite knowing who she is.
