Chapter 36
Melissa
I left Marcus‘ place and in the past four hours, I’ve been doing nothing but regretting.
This could be interpreted in different ways but my regret centers on the fact that I couldn’t be there for him as a normal human without shoving my breasts in his face.
That wasn’t intentional. I caught him staring at my cleavage and I saw the lust in his eyes. I wasn’t going to give in and even when I held him closer, it was just to comfort him but that changed in the blink of an eye.
I couldn’t stand being there knowing I let whatever happened to happen.
Several minutes had passed since my alarm went off, but I was still in bed, thinking about last night.
I received one text message from Marcus, but I left it unanswered because I honestly can’t handle the emotions swirling through me.
I’ve done everything, and I mean everything I always wanted to do as my revenge but this- how I feel? This isn’t what I signed up for.
It’s a lot deeper than the sex and realizing it now just made my stomach somersault.
I found my way out of the bed and sighed audibly. Marcus keeps making me feel crazy. I got no sleep since I got back to my place–absolutely none.
Taking a sip of my coffee, I turned to the sitting room.
The sitting room which also happens to be my study contains a corkboard pinned with appointments, random phrases that weave their way into stories, and a spare passport photo ready for when I lose my passport.
There is a black leather sofa, a brown rug woven with a Tibetan snow lion gotten from a loft, two tubular steel chairs, and a table with extending sides.
There’s a book on the table, where I had written about random things and even unconsciously designed a heart with Marcus
name.
There’s something about the way I feel. I wish I could explain it to you but it’s deeper than my words can carry. Hearing him as those things— about having to be a single father from a teenage age and loving no one else?
Fuck, it made me fall harder. I know this because if there was any form of self–control in me, at that point it all vanished.
I hate to think of what Marcus would look at me as. A naive girl who would do anything to fuck the Billionaire and have his
– “Oh shit,” I muttered immediately.
Pills. I needed pills.
I quickly stood up and turned to my drawer, rummaging it and searching for what was left. When I found the birth control pills, I popped it and threw it into my mouth.
I used the glass of water to down it and then I exhaled. That was a close shot.
The regrets coursed through me again, like a more overwhelming emotion.
“Maybe I should just do something.”
Yes, I needed to do something to keep my mind distracted from thinking of a naked Marcus and how it felt when his cock
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slid into me. His thrusts and how his fingers felt on my skin…
“Enough, Mels. That’s enough.
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I turned back to the laptop and looked at my screen. My deadline for turning in my thesis was fast coming and man- I had to do something.
I flipped through the pages and then reached for my phone.
I played the recording and the first thing I thought of was Marcus growling to my touch.
Hell- I wish I had explored his shaft and unleashed whatever skill I had inculcated in myself.
Ian wasn’t much of a good partner when it came to sex- he cared more about getting a release than the process that came with wanting to seek pleasure.
There was no excitement, no tension building and tearing of clothes. As much as that has been my fantasy, getting rid of clothes while being painfully horny- I never got to experience it with Ian.
I actually never mentioned it cause I understood the kind of person he was and getting to cum too was the prize.
But with Marcus- despite being drunk and rock hard, he made sure to go through all the processes without skipping one part.
He made sure to tease my body and make me feel so adored. No one has ever made me feel so relaxed.
thought of the wild things I could have done but didn’t and then a flush of regret coursed through me.
Now, this is confusing because a few minutes ago, I was heavy on feeling guilty and regretting why I actually fucked a drunk Marcus but now- my regrets are more of why I didn’t show how much of a freak I could be.
I didn’t wrap my mouth around his cock like I’ve watched and practiced. I didn’t ride him or make him feel like I could actually make him go crazy.
All I did was seduce him and let him fuck me. Suddenly, another emotion coursed through me and it was an embarrassment.
How on earth will Marcus look at me now?
No, I’m not willing to know so even when my phone beeped and I saw it was a text from Marcus again, I didn’t respond.
Instead, I turned my screen to the table and closed my laptop. I was done doing this- thinking of Marcus and feeling strangely aroused by the mere thoughts of him.
My breasts felt more sensitive, my nipples tightening underneath the velvet confines of my singlet. The soft fabric of the dress brushed against my bare legs, reminding me of the way he touched me there. Of the way he touched me everywhere.
Warm moisture gathered between my thighs at the memory. There’s so much more we could do and the thoughts were making me go crazy.
This is so fucked up and I know my life is about to get really fucked. Well, except I think of another plan to stop this truth. -The truth is that I’m falling for my boyfriend’s father….
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