Mr.Right

The next day, I wake up from the loud ticking sound of the clock.

I groan loudly, cussing at the clock for having to be so loud. I try to get up in a sitting position, supporting my weight with my elbow, only to realize that they're met with a cold hard surface.

I suddenly realize I've been sleeping on the damned floor.

My vision soon comes into focus when I find my glasses using a hand as I take in the state of the room.

The king-sized bed which has been standing so elegantly in the room is now crumpled to the floor. One side of the headboard is hanging to the left, threatening to fall while making a slight squeaky sound.

Everything comes flooding back to me, hitting me so hard like a ton of bricks that I collapse back to the floor.

I remembered how good he made me feel, how soft his hands were when they roamed all over my body, how he kissed me till my lips felt numb. A slight blush forms on my cheeks as I recall how perfectly our bodies molded with each other. We woke up later that night, craving more, not getting enough of ourselves. At one point, we lost count of the times we did it. He was on top of me, then I was, then he was again. I often found my hands roaming against his body when he moved over me. His body— is a work of art.

I grip the sheets right against my body, suddenly feeling embarrassed about last night.

Things were not supposed to get to this according to what I had planned in mind but when his lips met mine, I lost all twenty-five years of home training.

I lost control of myself when he kissed me good like I was experiencing my first kiss all over again.

I seriously need someone to talk to, I can't contain this feeling all by myself.

I glance over to my side and smile when I see Maverick sprawled beside me, the sheets covering the lower half of him. His lips are parted slightly open as a slight snore escapes from them. I creepily watch him sleep, watching as his chest heaves up and down in a slow and steady manner. His quiet breathing continues and I observe his stunning face.

that could make me go mental. The best part?

so I discard the sheets and put on just one layer of my nightdress and tiptoe out

most amazing

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cups of Caffeinated coffee for Jim and I, and

me no matter how long I stayed in the bathroom. I try to cover up the hickeys with a concealer as my hair's already too short

was already on his way to the office and decided to drop by to have morning coffee with me while he listens to what happened to Mae

coffee in front of him as he

him a while to digest the information and when he does, his eyes widen like the size of

FUCKED?!" He says that loud enough for people to turn around to glare at

don't you shout it out louder for people at the back to hear you."

other day I was forcing you to live with him and now he's going

I press a hand to

get blindfolded? Like the

Cow in a

about the back door? Did he go through the

just shut up

his hands up in surrender.

many people including Tony. I couldn't leave the Tony part out. I tell him about how facing him

after listening to the whole thing. "So what are you going to do now? It's clear he wants more

to go for it," I say without a breath. "There's no harm in trying. Other than that, he does make my heart go