As his teeth sunk through my thin layer of skin, I prepared myself for the new, brilliant feeling that I would feel in seconds to come. With one hand around my neck, pulling it closer to him, also allowing his teeth to sink in further, his other hand rested around my waist pulling me into him. As the pain in my neck subsided and the pleasure began to take it toll on my body, I tried to restrain my hands and stop myself from moaning in ecstasy whilst I allowed my squeezed shut eyes to relax.
It seemed as if Stephen was taking longer than last time to kill his thirst making the seconds feel as though they were days.
"Hurry up please," I breathed, which only seemed to make him pull me closer. Even though my body felt weak and I was beginning to loose feeling of it, the tingles and heat seemed to seep through my skin, heating it up as my heart weakly pumped blood faster in my chest. My hands finally decided to do as they pleased, placing themselves on Stephen's thin, hard chest causing them to burn in want and desire to feel what was underneath the fabric of clothing. They slowly moved further and further towards the belt of his trousers and as they gripped them tightly, a much needed breath and moan escaped from my lips just as Stephen, as though coming to his senses, ferociously ripped his teeth from my neck causing me to ultimately pass out.
The fierce hammering against a door seemed to awaken me as I inhaled a much needed breath. My body still felt somewhat weak, however not as bad as before. Opening my heavy eyelids, I glanced around to see where I was laying and realised that I was once again on Stephen's bed, in his room, which was surprising clean compared to his living room and kitchen.
"What are you doing here?" I faintly heard Stephen ask in the other room, allowing me to guess that the hammering was actually someone knocking on his door.
"I'm here to tell you something that I believe you really need to hear," Trevor replied, which let me to repeat the question; what was he doing here?
"And what might that be?" Stephen questioned almost too quiet for me to hear. Wanting to hear more of the conversation, I slowly but surely made my way towards the door, crawling on both my hands and knees since I was not physically strong enough to hold my own weight and made my way towards the door. Luckily, Trevor seemed to be delaying his answer and I was hoping that it was not due to them hearing me.
"What the hell happened in here?" Trevor suddenly asked.
"I got burgled," Stephen lied easily and I could imagine him shrugging.
"Hard times but who cares, since it happened to you. Anyway, back to me. Stay away from my fiancé." Trevor stated, his voice sounding firm and frosty.
"Or what?" Stephen challenged, his smirk visible in my head causing me to roll my eyes.
"Or you'll see what. Look, I'm sorry that you missed out on such an amazing girl like Mel, but she's with me now and we're happily in love so stay away from her. Can't you see that she doesnât love you anymore? She's over you, otherwise she'd be here right now, but she's not is she? So just move along and stop crying and smashing things like the immature boy you are." Trevor retorted and I beamed at the word amazing.
"So where exactly is she then, Mr. Tramp?" Stephen questioned.
"At work, working over time. Why are you asking?" Trevor frowned, his face visual in my mind.
"Because I want to. Now since you've said all that you most probably wanted to say, get out of my house." Stephen stated.
"It's unattractive anyway," Trevor scoffed immaturely making me chuckle softly, not quite loud enough for them to hear.
The sound of a slamming door vibrated through the house and I slowly shuffled away.
"It's not good to eavesdrop," Stephen informed me, hastily appearing in the room. His skin looked much healthier and he didnât look skinny anymore as he was back to his usual muscular, thick ways.
"Whatever," I smirked playfully.
"Let me help you up," Stephen suggested, eventually pulling me to my feet and holding me there until my feel no longer felt like jelly.
"Your not gonna listen to him are you?" I wondered, knowing Stephen inside and out.
"Now why would I do that Melanie? Who do you think I am?" Stephen joked, a handsome smile on his face as he hovered over me, still supporting my weight. I had not realised how close we were until I was mesmerized by his dark brown eyes which this time took me back four years ago.
- - - - - - - - -
"You don't know how wonderful you are Melanie," Stephen whispered randomly as we sat in on the sofa in the café with our friends.
"You don't know how wonderful you are Stephen," I repeated jokingly as his dark brown eyes darkened to black.
"No Melanie, I'm telling the truth. You don't know how lucky I am to have you," Stephen explained seriously, making my heart skip a beat or two.
"I think you've gotten it the wrong way around," I mumbled, looking at our interlinked fingers. He had been the best boyfriend that I could ever ask for whilst I just cruised along in the relationship. He was far from lucky where as I was much closer to it.
"Donât you ever think that Melanie. I donât deserve you and the fact that your still with me is the reason why I love." Stephen stated causing my breathing to come to a halt. Had he just said what I thought that he said?
"What did you say?" I quizzed, looking him straight in his eyes which told me whether he was lying or not.
"I saidâ¦I love you," Stephen reiterated shyly. This was one of the rare occasions that Stephen was shy, reminding me of how human he was. The words sounded so beautiful and melodic out of his lips and directed to me. I had had a feeling that I too was in love with him but I thought against it, since I was not sure whether he felt the same way. I mean what was not to love about someone that was as perfect as him?
"I love you too," I replied, smiling softly at his beaming face. His lips softly captured mine and I soaked in the tingles and heat that passed through him into me as my hand instinctively wrapped itself in his silky, soft long hair. Even though it was a simple kiss, I could feel the love that he was directing to me, making me feel whole and complete inside, as if I had found the one that I was meant to be with for the rest of my life.
"Get a room!" Danny joked causing us to separate as I cringed in embarrassment and Stephen chuckled at me. Danny had been hanging out with us on a couple of occasions, to Jasmine's discomfort since she always stuttered cutely around him. I was sure that he had gotten a hint of her feelings towards him though.
- - - - - - - - - -
"You can let go of me now," I muttered, pushing him away from me slightly before sprinting to the bathroom to empty my stomach. Like clockwork, Stephen was right behind me, holding my hair out of my face without any questions asked. With his soothing hand stroking my back, I eventually stopped throwing up and was able to wash my face and brush my teeth with a new, spare tooth brush that Stephen had.
"I'm so sorry," Stephen apologised.
"I shouldnât have listened to you. I should have just died of blood thirst," Stephen growled as he pulled back on his short mahogany hair.
"It's not your fault Stephen. Don't do that," I complained, pulling his hand away from his hair.
"It's not because you drank my blood. To be honest I'm not surprised I threw up," I mumbled quietly.
"What do you mean? Have you been throwing up your food or something? You know that's not good for you Melanie. You're perfect as you are." Stephen rambled, gently squeezing my hand for reassurance. I had almost forgotten about his superhuman hearing and I was far from perfect.
"I'm not making myself throw up." I chuckled shakily as the sparks from his touch travelled up my arm.
"Then what is it? Do you have food poisoning?" Stephen continued to pry.
"Nope, but your getting slightly hotter," I commented moving backwards as he stared at me thinking too hard for my liking. Stephen was smart and I knew he would figure it out in a few seconds.
"But it's not morning," He grumbled.
"It doesn't just happen in the morning," I informed him, looking at the ground, almost ashamed. I had always wanted a child with Stephen and only him, however things changed as did people.
"What are you trying to tell me Melanie?" Stephen asked his voice hard and quiet as his eyes searched the ground, as if looking for the answer.
"Are youâ¦." He began, finding it difficult to finish his sentence which showed me that what I was about to reveal was not going to be easy.
"Pregnant?...Yes," I whispered before the fireworks began. Once I uttered the word yes, I heard things being smashed and thrown possibly in Stephen's bedroom after he had slammed the bathroom door shut. After a minute which seemed like eternity as I winced constantly, Stephen emerged, pulling the door apart from its hinges as he appeared torn, disgruntled and a mess, as though he had just gotten into a fight, with himself most certainly.
"This wasnât supposed to happenâ¦I knew you tasted differentâ¦Sweeter," Stephen spoke to himself before his eyes snapped to mine.
"I'm sorry," I apologised.
"Donât apologise." Stephen snapped.
"But I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, I shouldnât have told you." I added.
"I said donât apologise!" He roared, causing me to jump backwards in fright, as my hands unconsciously rose to my stomach in protection.
"I'm sorry Melanie. It was supposed to be my child in your stomach right now, but I screwed it up and so I'm sorry," Stephen apologised, shaking his head.
"What did that mother---, I mean your fiancé say when you told him the great news?" Stephen wondered sadly. The fact that he had corrected himself made me even sadder.
"He was jolly happy," I lied, smiling unhappily.
"It's either he wasnât happy or he doesnât know then. Please tell me it's the second one," Stephen pleaded.
"I havenât told him, or anyone else. I was hoping to keep it to myself." I told him, only then realising that I could have easily lied to him about having food poisoning but I had told him the truth, something that wasn't new to me. I had never been able to lie to him.
"So I'm the first one to find out?" Stephen questioned, stalking towards me.
"Yes," I sighed, feeling stupid for even saying anything.
"I'm scared Stephen," I confessed unsteadily, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with fright and guilt. Stephen's arms enveloped me in a gentle, comforting hug that made my heart swell with love. I wrapped my arms around him in return, attempting to make the feeling last forever.
"I'm here if you need me Melanieâ¦Do you even know how far along you are?" Stephen whispered close to my ear and this time I didnât try to suppress the shiver than ran through my body.
"I'm not sure Stephen," I mumbled with my lips against his neck as I struggled to stay on my tip toes.
"Come and check it with me please." I suggested, not thinking before I spoke.
"I'm not sure if I can do that Melanie, I mean, the child isnât mine, it wouldnât be rightâ¦" Stephen rambled, loosening his grip around me.
"Donât do that please. I need you to do this with me, just you Stephen," I begged, feeling too fragile to be rejected for such a simple act. I knew that what I was doing wasnât fair however, if he loved me like he portrayed, if he really loved and cared about me, he would do it.
"Fine, but only because you asked me to." Stephen agreed, pulling me back into him.
"Thank you so much!" I gushed, kissing him quickly on his cheek and then jumping away in embarrassment.
"I'm so sorry. I was a bit too happy there for a second," I regretted. It had been such a natural act that I stupidly hadnât thought about the repercussions of my actions until afterwards.
"It's fine, donât worry about it," Stephen replied swiftly after.
"What are we? Really close friends now?" Stephen attempted to joke just as the realisation of what I was doing dawned on me. I was risking my marriage by even being here. Trevor had warned me yet here I was.
"I can't do this. Donât worry about the doctors Stephen." I rushed, looking around for my bag so that I could get out of his house.
"What happened Melanie? Why are you panicking?" Stephen shouted after me whilst I ignored him also realising that his bedroom was now a mess just like the rest of his house.
"He told me not to come here. He warned me and yet here I am. Stupid stupid me!" I cussed myself quietly as I discovered my bag on the sofa.
"Breathe Melanie. What do you mean he told you not to come here? Who's he?" Stephen pried, standing in the way of his front door, cutting off my only exit.
"Trevor. He told me that if I spoke to you he would call off the wedding and yet I'm here making plans for you to come and see my doctor about a baby that isnât even yours!" I laughed hysterically.
"Calm down and breathe," Stephen instructed calmly, as he suddenly had me pressed against a wall, only causing my heart to go even more into overdrive.
"I'm not really helping am I?" He guessed smiling cutely.
"No." I breathed, trying to even out my heart. Stephen eventually moved away from me, across the room to be precise and my heart and my breathing finally went back to normal.
"I'm going with you tomorrow, whether you like it or not Mrs Zeleny. You begged me to come and now I'm going, so you better be ready by 8am for me to pick you up from your house. Now go," Stephen commanded, pushing me out of his house, giving my bottom a firm slap before closing the door before I could even swear at him.
It was just like him to do something bad and then close the door so that I couldnât slap his face. I'd just have to do it tomorrow then. Shaking my head at my inability to stay away from my ex-boyfriend, I sluggishly made my way home and text both Jennifer and Jessica that all went well, kind of.
I woke up with a weird smile on my face and quickly took a shower, wondering what to tell Trevor. I really disliked the fact that I was lying to him. It made me feel dirty and as though I was cheating on him even though I wasnât. Or could it be categorised as cheating?
"Melanie?" I heard a voice yell from my front door, making me panic. Was Stephen already here? What if Trevor came at the same time? What would he think?
"I'm coming!" I yelled, answering the door which revealed Trevor.
"You were taking forever," Trevor complained, giving me a peck on the lips before letting himself inside my house as I continued to stand at the door letting out a held breath.
"Sorry, I just got out of the shower," I informed him.
"I see that," Trevor smirked, seductively staring at me from my head to my toes and back again
"Not right now Mr. Horny. I have to go to the doctors before work, to see what was wrong with me," I explained, technically not lying.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Trevor quizzed, hugging me kindly.
"Nope, donât worry about it. You go to work and we'll talk when you call me." I answered simply, shooing him out of my apartment.
"If you say so to be Mrs. Smythe-Hewitt and by the way, I have the greatest place booked for our honeymoon so that we can get it on." Trevor stated, aiming to put his hand underneath my towel. Slapping his hands away from my body, I narrowed my eyes up at him, realising that us getting it on was the reason that I was knocked up in the first place. With a long kiss, reminding me of the fact that I loved him dearly, he left me alone, once again, in my apartment.
I had almost forgotten about the wedding! How could I have forgotten about something so important? I definitely needed to call the girls today and ask whether we could meet up to make some arrangement of some kind. After getting dressed into my work clothes and eating breakfast, I heard a gentle knock on my front door, signalling that Stephen had arrived to pick me up.
"Right on time," I smiled, opening my door and slapping him softly on his face before leading the way.
"What was that for?" Stephen whined.
"For slapping my ass yesterday and wait a second, how exactly did you find out where I lived?" I realised, raising an eyebrow at him as we got into his shiny blood red Bentley. In reply, I only received a simple double tap on his nose before we headed to my doctors.
"I'm joking; Debbie showed me your surprise party invitation which had your address on it." Stephen suddenly confessed, reminding me of how photographic his memory was, yet instead of replying, I plainly nodded beginning to feel what I hoped were butterflies in my stomach.
"Don't worry Melanie. I'm here remember." Stephen reminded me, squeezing my shaking hands which were wrapped into a ball. Just the sound of his voice and his touch were enough to calm me down as I sat back and easily became relaxed.
"So, I guess you and your fiancé want to know whether your pregnant or not," The doctor guessed wrongly. Glancing at my engagement ring, Stephen who was smirking and back at the doctor, I shook my head sternly, ignoring my heart which hammered at the word 'boyfriend' associated with Stephen.
"No, he's just a friend that I invited to support me," I corrected as I adjusted my body on the doctors stiff, brown hospital bed.
"Close friends," Stephen added.
"Friends," I repeated.
"Close friends," Stephen challenged, continuing to smirk annoyingly at me.
"Friends!" I exclaimed, beginning to get aggravated by his silliness. I thought that I had corrected him last night.
"Whatever you are is none of my business, I shouldnât have wrongly accused you in the first place." The doctor snapped, slipping the needle that I had not seen into my bare arm causing me to yelp in surprise. I frowned at Stephen, signalling to the doctor and watched as his eyes darkened and his gaze hardened on the doctor that had now drawn enough blood to do tests.
"Come back tomorrow to get your results. Is there anything else that you wanted to ask me about?" He quizzed, shifting left to right uncomfortably and irritatingly.
"No." I replied simply.
"Then you are free to go." The doctor stated, leaving the room.
"Let's go. I donât want to stay here another minute, otherwise I think I'll die with anticipation," I stated, swinging both my legs and my body onto the edge of the bed so that I was sitting upright.
"I didnât like that doctor," Stephen grumbled, handing me back my coat.
"I know, he just stabbed the needle into my arm without any warning. I should complain," I thought, slipping my cold, sleek black coat on.
"You'd never do that, you're too kind hearted," Stephen reminded me, spreading my legs apart so that he could fit between them whilst hovering over me.
"Hey, I'm not too kind heart hearted," I complained shakily as my body trembled from his close proximity and touch, taking the small smile off my lips. His eyes captured mine as his finger tips gently brushed my hip, up to my neck, burning my body through both my coat and work clothes, causing me to stifle a moan, as I struggled to gain control of the situation. His black eyes had been so serious and enticing that I was once again transported into his world of which once was the only thing that I cared about and so what he said next slightly, however, not greatly caught me off guard.
"Run away with me Melanie."