Possession

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Hello my lovely readers. After a lot I am back. I think I might discontinue this story. Or rewrite it. I do have a new story coming out soon that I might be focused on. I'm not sure yet.

Remember, Don't steal my work <3

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Sydney's POV

I turned over and put my hand to my head. You talking about a killer hang over, this was out of this world. I took the pillow and put it over my head.

"Wake up sleepy head,"

Ugh. Doesn't he have someone to kill?

I took the pillow from off my head and slowly moved to get out of bed. I looked over to find pain pills and glass of water and took it gratefully. I fell back on to the bed and hummed when the softness welcomed me.

"Sydney get up before I get you up.."

I frowned and didn't move because...fuck him. I was hung over. I stayed there for a couple moments before I felt two hands on my calves and before I knew it I was yanked down the bed. I opened my eyes to find Alek staring down at as his stepped between my now now parted legs. I tried to ignore the warm feeling that washed over but he some how still knew.

"Wife. I asked you to get up. Do you want a reason to be up and running?" He gave me a lopsided grin as his hands traveled to my waist.

I study him for a moment as I tried to get my body under control. This man was something else. He was demon. Maybe the devil himself. So why did simple touches feel so...heavenly.

I pushed him back with my feet some and sat up only to be meet with his clothed chest. Is it sad that I could still outline his muscles through his damn shirt? It wasn't even tight! I looked up at him and he wore a normal face which was weird. I was so use to seeing anger and rage that I had realize how beautiful he was. How his thick lashes housed those beautiful eyes that could burn through your soul. How his nose was perfect aligned and not to pointy. And how his lips...god his lips were plump and perfect. I could only imagine them ea.-

"Sydney!"

I stood up and looked at him pissed. "Boy. If you don't stop yelling my name, it's going to be on and popping."

Leaving the room, I turned back around to go into the bathroom to wash and do my morning routine. When I came out the bathroom I was glad to see it was empty. I took this opportunity to slip my bra and undies on then get back into bed. Cause who about to listen to that man? NOT I.

Hours Later

I went to turn over but something was around my waist stopping me. I know this dude did not tie me down to the bed with something weird. I felt the object but it felt like hairy human flesh. I attempted to move again when I felt a warm breath on my neck. Hold up I know...

"You should have got your ass up. When I waited a good hour and the kids told me you still weren't down stairs I decided to see what was taking you so long. Low and behold you're still sleep. So I called out of work for today and climbed in with you." He buried his face farther into my neck and tightened his arm around my waist.

So here's my issues;

I'm hungry.

I'm full awake.

Why is he so close?

And how can I get him to move? Fart maybe.

I attempted to wiggle out of his arm and after much effort I won. He moved his arm with a groan and flipped over. I popped out the bed and then I realized I still was just in my under garments. I ran into the closet and grabbed a simple tank top and leggings with my Nike slides. I went downstairs to the kitchen to find it was empty. The kids must be in school and the maids must be cleaning another part of the house. I didn't feel like cooking but I was hungry. I opened the fridge to look for something simple to eat and slammed it as they didn't have anything I didn't have to cook. I heard a chuckle come from behind me and I quickly turned around expecting Alek...

But it wasn't.

But it was another Greek god. Lord, Jesus (excuse me for saying your name in vain) but BABY this man was fine.