His Forever 2-His girlfriend

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Alisa

It was a dream. Not like the many others I had had before. I knew this because mom was there, Heather was there. And he was there too. The ring on my finger suggested that we had fought through all our hurdles and finally we had gotten to the point where nothing and no one would break us ever. We were all one big happy family and for the first time, I wanted to stay back, locked in this world where I did not have to face the reality of my life.

But I did.

My head hurts, like hell. That was the only thought I could gather as I felt the sudden rays of sun slam across my face. It took a moment of self-consciousness to realize something was off—different. In a blurry image, I could recall the club, drinking a little too much, and then the disgusting man that made me puke. What made me question that account though was that Drey was also in it. At some point that I could not figure it out just yet.

There was a sweet yet unfamiliar scent wafting up my nose, but that was not what had me on alert. It was the very familiar, very masculine, very well-known smell that belonged to him alone that had me bolting up.

I groaned, clutching my head as I took a quick view of my surrounding. The bed I had woken in was oddly large, king-sized, and covered in all white sheets. The source of the disturbing sunlight came into view in the form of a floor-to-ceiling window occupying the entire wall space. It gave a view of the landscape ahead, which was nothing but greens. I had a good feeling I was not in New York.

The room was well furnished, yet felt somewhat empty. I could not recognize the building, but it belonged to some wealthy introvert looking for some peaceful quietness. One thing was for sure, it was not my bedroom, and I was not in my bed—or my clothes.

No part of my memory involved going home drunk with a stranger last night, I knew my friends would not let me go that far. But there seemed to be no other explanation for this.

Shit!

Panic sent adrenaline shooting up my spine and I grabbed what little sheets I could get hold of to keep my body covered. This was a major f**k up and I had to get out of here before whoever it was I had sold myself cheap to last night emerged. I pushed off the bed, eager to grab my clothes and leave, only for my legs to fail me and send me falling back on the bed.

"I would not do that if I were you." someone spoke, startling me. But it was not just anyone, it was Drey.

For a moment it felt like I was still in a dream, but the thumping in my head and the tiredness in me felt too real. He was not a dream and he was standing right in front of me.

His large form leaned on the doorway, his hands in the pocket of his sleep pants which was the only piece of fabric he had on. His black hair was ruffled and I was suddenly reminded how many times I had dug my fingers in his hair while he took me and made me his. His deep blue eyes shone bright and his strong chiseled face was marked by a scruffy beard that made him look both rugged and sexy. He regarded me with a stoic expression, revealing nothing about what was on his mind.

It took a good effort to regain my composure and when I did, the realization hit me. "How long have you been watching me?"

"It's hard to tell since I'm always watching you."

"Why are you here?" stupid question, "why am I here?"

Ignoring my question, he took a few steps further into the room, eyes never leaving mine. "Good morning beautiful,"

"Don't call me that." I snapped, even though all I wanted to do was launch into his arms and kiss him and hold him and tell him how much I had missed him.

He gave a soft chuckle, clearly unfazed by my snarkiness as he sat next right next to me. My brain was already sending warning alerts at me to put some distance between us, but since when did I listen to anything else when I was around Drey?

I gave up the exercise of thinking the moment he put his hands on me, sweeping a stray loc behind my ear. I felt bare and empty as his eyes bored into me. It was as though he could reach into my soul and ease out my darkest fears, fulfill my wildest dreams just by looking at me, and for the first time since he walked away on the edge of that cliff, I felt alive, complete, I felt like me again.

My body responded to that chaste touch, tingling with fire at the remembrance of how he had claimed me and left me hungry for his touch every time. A small moan escaped from my lips and I shivered just from his hand resting on my neck. How exactly did I survive these two months again?

"How do you feel?"

Better than I felt in ages. But I was not telling him that. "What is this place and why did you bring me here?"

"I'm guessing you do not remember last night do you?" he raised a brow.

Of course, that was not a dream.

"And that explains why I'm in your bed—naked?" if I was speaking to anyone else I would be horrified at the statement. Still, I had to pretend this meant nothing, it had to mean nothing.

"Your dress needed to be cleaned out," he said simply.

I bowed my head, leaving my hair falling over enough to hide my face and the embarrassment plastered on it.

Drey tilted his head so we were face to face and when I tried to look away, he held my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his, "you know you are not allowed to be embarrassed around me, baby,"

"That was up until two months ago Drey," I whispered, swallowing hard at the painful memories that flooded my thoughts from what I was about to say next. "we are not together anymore."

"Wrong." he said firmly, cupping my cheeks and brushing his thumb over my lower lip, "You needed space and I gave it, but that does not mean you ever stopped being mine, Alisa."

His words knocked the air from my lungs and I sucked in a sharp breath. I had almost forgotten what effect Drey had on me. And after two months of wanting him and questioning my choice to leave, I found it difficult to resist him. Yet all it took was the reminder of how close I came to losing dad that day to have me jerking back away from him.

"I need to go," I said, willing my voice to be firm.

"Running away from me again?" he said with a sad smile that did not hide his hurt.

I tried to get to my feet again, he was right, I was running away from him and if that was what it would take to keep dad safe and alive, I had to. My head felt like it weighed a million pounds as I stood, clutching the fabric around my shoulders, "'My dress?"

With a look of disappointment on his face, he nodded towards my now freshly cleaned dress lying on the arm of the couch I had not noticed before.

I was glad that he took the hint and left the room as I picked up my dress to get changed.

Drey re-emerged moments later as I put on my shoes—it was the only hint I had gotten that he had met my friends. I gave him a curious look as he held out a glass of juice to me. "Drink this," he commanded.

"I don't want to." I protested needing to get far away from him sooner.

"It would help with your headache..."

I grabbed the glass from him and gulped the contents in one go before he could finish speaking.

"You didn't let me finish," he smirked as I set the cup down.

"I'm leaving."

"I was going to say it would help with your headache so we can have a better conversation when you wake up."

"What?" I gave him a sharp look, just as the effects of whatever was in the juice started to settle in, "what did you put in that?"

Ignoring my question, he leaned down and started to take my shoes off again. I wanted to scream at him to stop and let me go, but I suddenly felt too tired to even move a muscle.

I did not protest as he lifted me in his arms and took me back to the bed, I could not even if I wanted to. I so badly wanted to keep my eyes open but it was like what he had given me was made to fight against that very purpose. With him hovering over me, I gave up the fight, slowly letting my eyes fall shut as I fell deeper and deeper into unconsciousness.

My only assurance was knowing that he was here with me, I was safe in his arms. The last thing I could feel before letting go was a kiss on my forehead, followed by the words, "Get some rest beautiful."

***

This time when I woke up, I was not as clueless as I was at first. Drey was right, whatever he gave me made me feel a whole lot better than I did before. A feeling of dread washed through me as I looked around the room. Drey was not here as I hoped he would be. Though the ruffled sheets next to me told me he had stayed here with me.

A white door swung open and Drey stepped out with a towel hanging loosely around his waist. His body glistened as drops of water trickled down his strong athletic body. Despite how upset I was at him for forcing me to be here against my wish, my tongue darted out, sweeping across my lips at the sexiness of this man.

"You're awake," he said with a charming grin when his eyes met mine.

"Yeah, no thanks to you," I bit back, pushing the covers off and getting to my feet again.

With a chuckle, he stalked closer, eyeing me as I reached for my shoes. "Are you so desperate to get away from me?"

"Is it that obvious?" I said with a forced smile. I hated that effect he had on me. Making me torn between wanting him and leaving him.

"That's too bad beautiful because I'm not letting you go so easily. Not this time."

"What are you going to do. Force me to stay?" I folded my hand across my chest, deciding to stand my ground and not take a step back as he closed the distance between us.

That was a wrong choice though because with every step he took closer, I felt more trapped by his body. "I don't have to force you, Alisa."

Despite myself, I laughed, "Funny, coming from someone that just had me drugged."

"I am not sorry about that," he said firmly, "I do apologize for not warning you first. You were in no position to leave yet, you still aren't."

"That's not for you to decide," I attempted to push past him, but only ended up with his firm grip around my hips.

"I don't think you get it yet. You are not leaving just yet Alisa. Not until we clear out a few things."

"Well you can not make me stay if I don't want to," even I did not believe that lie.

And from the knowing smirk on his lips, Drey did not believe it either. "I bet I can."

He was on me before I could protest. I barely had the time to catch a breath before his lips were slamming against mine. He shoved my dress up, backing me further against the wall as we became a tangled mess together.

There was no longer room in my brain to fight my desire for him, my body reacted without question. My head spun and I felt a familiar fuzziness, only this time I was not drunk on shots, I was intoxicated from his lips, from his hands roaming desperately over my body, from his hard body pressing me against the wall. I was drunk on him.

With his free hand, he ripped my dress apart, leaving my breasts exposed and desperately aching for his touch. I buried my fingers in his hair, as I wrapped one leg around him, hoping he would take the hint and turn his attention to my swelling s*x.

His touch was smoldering, calculating, slow and sensual, sending the fire of arousal burning through me until I could not hold it in anymore.

I felt the brush of his stubble on my neck as he dipped his head lower and took one of my hardened nubs in his mouth. It was all too much, yet barely enough, his tongue swirling, his teeth nipping, his fingers working deftly, and his scent filling my senses. It sent a flood of desire pooling between my legs. I moaned shamelessly, silently pleading for more of him.

It had been too long since anyone touched me like this. Since he touched me and my resolve to keep a distance from him was long gone.

I mewled as his fingers slipped between my legs and a rush of anticipation crept through me as he found his prize. But the sudden pause as he flicked his fingers over my wetness was both surprising and frustrating. I had never wanted to be f****d so bad and he was just going to stop? I needed him to f**k me before the rational part of my brain came back to life, to f**k me hard until I completely forgot why we had broken up in the first place. f**k me until my cries were soundless breaths from my mouth.

But he didn't.

Asshole!  

He released me with precise slowness until my feet were on the ground again. Knowing the effect he had on me, I was grateful for his hand holding me steady from falling as I struggled to recount my steps back to the point where I did not want to be so much as around him.

Because with or without knowing it, I was a mess when I was not with Drey and an even bigger mess when he was this close to me—just a more preferable one in the latter. 

When my breath finally came to a steady tempo, he released his grip on me and took a step back. "Freshen up, and meet me outside for dinner."

"I'm not coming," I said, choosing to fight my emotions, even to the very end.

With a light scoff, he wiped his lips with his thumb and turned around. I could almost hear the words that he left unspoken. Yes, you are.

He left the room in assured steps like he knew without a doubt that I would follow. And if I was being honest, I knew I would. From the moment I saw him watching me earlier, I knew what my answer would be in the end, but a girl could at least try to resist someone like Drey, with no use of course.

With a frustrated sigh, I pushed my ripped dress down completely. I had a choice, walk away and go back to my life that was admittedly near miserable without him, or savor this moment and take his invitation.

But as I strutted to the bathroom, I already knew the truth. Because with Drey there was only ever one choice. To follow.