'Til My Bitter End

Mel’s POV

I was still in shock as I boarded the boat and wrapped a towel around. What in the hell was I thinking. (You were thinking about how sexy he is and his golden brown eyes, and his tattooed covered body, and his smirk, his lips on your skin, being close to him, hearing him confess his feelings for you)

I shook my head as though that would help clear my mind from my heart. This was not how it was suppose to go. From day one I had it planned, suffer through the wedding, enjoy the free booze, and finish the honeymoon all to result in a final divorce. I would be single. But now I was doubting I even wanted to follow through with this plan. Oliver had a sweet side to him, but everyone also knows the other side to him. The sex craving party boy.

I sat down in the front of the boat and quickly drank the glass of wine they had poured for Oliver and I. Oliver boarded the boat also drying off and coming to sit across from me.

“Enjoy your meal, we will be sailing around a few grottos and a private beach where you two will be able spend time with one another before we return you to the hotel for you dinner planned.” God so many more events when I already established an awkward tension between Oli and I.

“Don’t be upset with me.” I mumbled, drinking more.

“I’m not. You’re Melody I expected that.” He tried to give me a smile but I could tell he was irritated and upset, or both. He was also drinking quickly, we drained the bottle in 15 minutes.

I fidgeted with my fingers and just gave up. I don’t know why I felt so bad about hurting his feelings. He was Oliver fucking Sykes, not some heartfelt teddy bear... I sat down underneath the sun and listened to his breathing. His words continued to go through my head. No one could compare to me....He wouldn’t leave me...even in all my years of being with my ex he had never said anything like that to me.
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“Oliver, I’m sorry.”

“Come here.” He motioned, smirking. I crawled into his arms.

“We both know how you can make it up to me...” He trailed off and his fingers trailed down my body. He got on top of me and pinned my arms above my head. His lips traveled down my body. I couldn’t help but moan. He pulled of my bathing suit bottoms and I gasped. His tongue caressed my sweetest spot and I grabbed onto his hair.

“Scream my name, baby.” He mumbled against me, sending vibrations up into my core.

“Oliver...” I mumbled, unable to speak, or even see straight. My back arched in pleasure and he held me down and slipped his tongue into me.

“Louder.” He commanded.

“Oliver”. I still couldn’t catch my breath. He continued to pleasure me, it was the best feeling I ever had, he knew exactly what he was doing.

“Do you like this? Tell me. Beg me.” He said. I moaned.

“Yes, Oli, Yes! More please!” I shouted.
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I jolted awake. Suddenly under the shade. My eyes adjusted and Oliver was standing above head blocking the sun. He had the biggest grin on his face. His anger with me had melted away as he chuckled.

“Were you just having a dream about me?” He said still laughing. I could feel myself get hot, my cheeks flushing pink.

“Wh-what?” I said looking around. He said down next to me and smirked.

“Better yet, you were just having a wet dream...with me.” I was never so embarrassed before.

“Mel, don’t be embarrassed, it was hot, I mean I even got turned on listening to you moan and say my name.” He smirked at me and put a lock of hair behind my ear. I slapped his hand away and he smiled even more.

“What was I doing that got you so crazed?”

“God, get that smirk off your face Oliver.” I mumbled sitting up, realizing that we had stopped and were the only ones on the boat. A beautiful beach was in front of us.

“Mel, tell me.” He said taking my hand.

“Why does it even matter, it was just a dream.” I looked at our hands together and couldn’t help but get butterflies. I sighed, as though that would push them out.

“Maybe I could help make it a reality.” He winked at me. I was already incredibly turned on to begin with, this wasn’t helping.

“You were, you know, eating me out...” I whispered the last part.

“What? I didn’t catch that?” He laughed.
“Oh piss off.” I pulled my hand away and jumped off the boat swimming away from that awkward situation, trying to calm myself down. I wanted more than anything to make the dream a reality.

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I sat as far away from Oliver on the way back. He kept looking over at me suggestively. God dammit dreams.
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Once they dropped us off at the hotel. I hurriedly went into the room and shut the bathroom door.

“Babe, dinner is in half an hour. I’ll be waiting outside.”

He called me babe. Great.

I let the hot water of the expensive relax my muscles and erase my worries. I would be able to get through a couple more days of this without giving into Oliver Sykes... and his sexy smirk and well toned body...and God damn, this was going to take a lot of self control.

I hopped out and quickly smeared lotion all over my body and started drying my hair, contemplating what I should wear. I decided to go big, not like my normal nude or black dresses. I slipped on a rainbow sparkled dress, it fit my boobs perfectly and reached a couple inches past my ass. Perfect. I slipped on mint heels and some pink jewelry finishing my simple make up and lips. I pulled on my blue trench coat and sprayed some perfume. I looked pretty damn good...Why was I doing this? Dressing up for someone I planned to divorce (because you don’t really want to divorce him, more like sleep with him)

I left out a deep breath and walked out.

“Oh please tell me there is nothing underneath there.” His smirk I adored hated.

“Can we just go to dinner?” I asked rolling my bright green eyes.

“Whatever pleases you meh lady.” His accent thick.
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The dining room was beautiful, the hostess showed us back to a private room, lit with only candles. The walls were painted dark red and black chandeliers hung above the ceiling, holding candles.

“Wow.” I muttered unwrapping my trench coat and handing it to the hostess.

“Wow is definitely right.” He mumbled, I could feel his eyes ravaging my body. I sat down and a white napkin was spread across my lap and a menu put in my hand.

“I didn’t know you could get anymore sexy Mel.”

“I can’t.” I muttered reading down the list of expensive Italian items.

“I think without that dress you could.” I couldn’t help but feel flattered and blush, but I ignored his comments and closed the menu.

“Good evening to the lovely couple, can I interest you in some wine, champagne, cocktails?”

“We will have two shots of Tequila with lime and salt, a bottle of the True Love wine, and vanilla Cosmo for the lady.” Oliver finished with a smile.

“Right away.”

“Well aren’t we just having a little party.” I grumbled looking at my nails.

“Every night we should celebrate how desirable you are, and how you are my wife.”

“Desirable yeah?” Rolling my eyes and smiling.

“God, you have no idea. Jesus Christ your breasts are delicious looking.”

“Oh please, stop drooling.”

“I would if you didn’t wear things like that. Well not actually even in sweats and a t-shirt my mind will wonder to you being naked underneath me.....” He trailed off and looked straight into my eyes.

“In your dreams lover boy.”

“No babe, apparently in yours.” Oliver snickered.

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I ran into the room giggling.

“You can’t catch me, nah nah nah boo boo.” I hollered at Oli as he followed behind my footsteps also stumbling. I was drunk, actually beyond wasted.

“Babe, I’m gonna hurl calm down.” He shut the door behind him and held his stomach. I threw my clothes onto the floor and slipped on a bra. Walking out to see Oliver now shirtless.

“Oh.... Melody.” He gasped.

“Can...Can we cuddle?” I mumbled looking down. Even piss drunk I didn’t wanna admit my feelings for him.

“Oh yes please.” I ran forward and jumped on him, wrapping my legs and arms around him like we were in the water, earlier today. His hands gripped my ass as we fell over onto the leather couch. I was now straddling him. I fell off him and just hugged his side, my heading resting on his chest, my hand gripping his arm, and my leg on top of his. I could hear his heart beat accelerate.

“I really like you Oliver.” I whispered into his bare tattooed chest.

“I was hoping you’d admit that.” He chuckled brushing my hair.

“Goodnight.” He pulled my chin up and placed a soft kiss on my lips, leaving me wanting more.