Melissa

Chapter 37- Stormy Night

(Mature Content)

Melissa's POV

His lips were etched in my memory.

It was my 17th birthday party and mom had gifted me my first Porsche. She also threw a huge party for me at the Persian restaurant downtown with all my school friends invited and she invited my cousins and friends from overseas as well. It was big!

Rogan had his concert the same day and we decided that he would join later and so he did. It was incomplete without him.

As the evening carried on that night, I got a text just before midnight. It said, "it's time, come out."

I have never been so happy ever since that day. I ran out of the restaurant and he picked me up in his truck and we headed over to the cliff. The cliff was our private place, we found it together once when he lost his cool and needed to get away.

As we arrived to the cliff, he had prepared a beautiful date. There was the cake which was no doubt baked by him, and a grand meal prepared, with candle lights and stars up in the sky. It was perfect!

"Happy birthday, darling." He said and held the knife for me to cut the cake. I smiled wholeheartedly and cut the cake.

I took a piece for him to eat but he took it from my hand and put it in my mouth instead.

As I licked and savored the chocolate, he came forward and pressed his lips on mine. He ran his tongue along my lower lip and tasted the chocolate. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and he kissed me deeper...

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Rain pelted on the glass windows, the wind seemed to have a grand party with all the striking lightning. I woke up to the sound of harsh rainfall.

I smiled at the dream. My birthday, that was one of the happiest days I lived. Rogan always made me happy. The dream was a distant memory of good times. I wonder how would things be if I didn't get married off and family and relationships were not just business to my mother. I often dreamt as a child, a loving husband and a happy home with kids. Rogan gives me hope; hope that I do not want to dwell upon.

My life is cruel.

That night, Rogan picked me up after we had dinner and brought me to my room. I was too tired and fell asleep. I could still feel his lingering lips on my forehead.

I looked at myself and saw a loose night dress hung over my body, the left strap falling over. My nipples were perky and I was bare beneath. I walked towards the open balcony attached to the suite. I have loved rain since I was a little child.

I stepped out and looked up at the sky. Downpouring droplets of rain hitting my face, I was in love with the weather! In seconds, I was completely soaked. The satin nightdress was see through, and my hair a complete wet disaster. I felt happiness brimming within me. It was surreal. I was breathing and living at that moment.

"You should come in now. You'll fall sick." I turned around to see Rogan leaning by the wall holding a brown towel in his hand. He held out a hand for me to pull me in but I took his hand and pulled him out in the pouring rain.

He looked surprised by instinct and started laughing. "It feels amazing here." I beamed at him.

"Oh well, it is. But, you've been out for more than ten minutes. Rain water doesn't suit you darling. You'll get sick."

Instead of listening to him and going in, I took his both hands and played around, splashing water. "Let's just stay!"

Rogan stared and then smirked. I saw that glint before. I started backing up and he immediately caught me from behind, both laughing.