Chapter 39
Melissa
The only thing I can give credit to for my body is the workouts. I sure as hell could not afford paying for a gym but I used some money from my first salary to get dumbbells and a few things I don’t regret.
I inhaled as I dropped the dumbbells and sat up on the floor. My pink bra top was already drenched in sweat but that’s the beauty of working out. I stretched my arms just before rising to my knee and then using the wall to get on my feet.
1 grabbed the first thing I saw and it was a bottle of water. Good lord, I needed that. I gulped it so hungrily but not as hungry as the way I kissed Marcus at the first chance.
Kudos to me, my life is now ruined as everything finds its way to relate to him. To make him the center of my thoughts and the essence of my living.
I squirted some more water into my mouth and licked my lips. I reached for my workout towel–the name I tagged the fluffy blue towel sitting in the empty space I made my home gym.
I walked back to the main part of my house and slipped out of my workout clothes. I walked into the bathroom naked and turned on the shower. I gasped as the cold water connected to my skin. I took a deep breath right there and allowed the water to flow right into my hair; another way of feeling relaxed.
I found out a good shower helps all cases when I was eighteen, still working at the writing agency. A manuscript was submitted by some lady and since my Boss was busy, he asked me to proofread the article.
I did, reading the article eight times before I realized proofreading meant reading and correcting. Hell, it made me read that same article eleven times ‘cause I needed to impress my Boss so badly.
It was from that article I also learned that using the showerhead was another way to get yourself relieved from your sexual frustration and that information never left my brain. After a good bath on my body, I reached for my towel, not certain if I wanted to masturbate or not.
Or maybe I just needed to eat something so I walked out, drying my body and hair while craning my neck and begging my muscles to stop hurting.
I tossed the towel away and slid into a lace underwear that barely covered my butt. I paired it with an ash T–shirt that I found on my body when I woke up in Marcus‘ place.
You are right, my dress got torn while our bodies were fighting for some sort of tense intimacy. Maybe I should be mad that an expensive dress like that went to waste but I didn’t even get the dress myself.
Remember the dress that came with the rest work clothes Marcus got me on the first day of work? Yes, that’s the exact dress
he tore.
I find it kind of sexy that he got the clothes, he tore it and he was the one who— I paused. Well, that’s enough thoughts about Marcus already.
My phone buzzed on the bed and I walked over to pick it up. It was Chole and a small smile formed on my lips.
“Mels!” She cheered happily from the other end. It felt good to hear her call me that and I just wondered how long it was in her mind to do so.
“Chloe,” I called. “Hi.”
“Tell me you are not buried in our thesis.”
“Ourgh!” I chuckled. “Not exactly. I was working out.”
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rah yeah, I’m right here.” I said and sat on the chair, slightly pulled hark from the table.
“So—” She dragged “I was hoping you’d be less busy to join me for my wedding shopping.”
“What?” I asked quite surprised she was asking me to join her. Yeah, we are colleagues who got along quite well and even if she’s the only thing closest to a friendship I have, I still don’t think it is the same on her end.
“What? Please, Mels. I understand how busy you are but I can help you with some work after we’re done.”
She seemed to be better at offers than I could ever be.
“I just–1 just didn’t think you’d want me to join you for that.”
“Are you serious right now? Mels, you are the closest female to me right now and if we didn’t already make plans to get married in England, you sure as hell would have been my bridesmaid.”
A wide smile crept on my lips when I heard that. It felt good to know she saw me like that; just the way I saw her too. Chloe is 27, and I have never been more glad to be the younger friend.
“Sureeeeee.”
“Yes??” she asked and I could imagine her dimples on full display as she said that.
“Yes. I mean, it’s going to be an honor, Chloe.”
“Great! It’s next week but I thought of telling you now so you don’t get too busy with your schedule.”
I laughed. “Noted, Chloe.”
“One more thing,” She said and I raised my brow waiting for the addition to the surprise.
“Nate is joining us.”
I frowned. “What? Nate Bisley?” The irritation in my voice was clear. “Is Nate Bisley part of your bridal tray?”
She burst into laughter like I was cracking a joke.
“No, but we’ve been friends since we got employed at Hillstate. Nate is also going to be helping me pick some gifts for Ricardo. I have a strong feeling he’d do that better since he’s a man,”
Of course. I shouldn’t even be a hater now. Nate has done nothing but try to flirt his way with me. That doesn’t make him a hater and I sure as hell can tolerate him for one day.
“Cool.”
“Yayyy! Thanks, Mels. I’ve got to go now. Get busy with your thesis too!”
“Sure!” I smiled and the call ended..
The next thing I should do is uh–to get busy with my thesis. But first, I think I need to spread my legs under the showerhead.
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