MILES

My lips soon crashed onto hers. I felt a surge of life pass through me, igniting me up and bringing me back from the dead. Since a long time, I felt alive.

Megan Taylor had raised her hand against me yet again. I remembered the last time she had slapped me across my face for being a douche. And this time again, she didn't hesitate. I wasn't letting her do this to me. She was acting as if I was hers.

I could have been, but she had blown that off long time ago. Now, there was no turning back. So, I did something that I would regret later, but right now, I didn't care.

I grabbed her and sucked on her lips like she was the oxygen that I needed. She was too stubborn to give in as she remained frozen in my arms. Her lips were as soft as I remembered. She tasted of mint and basil, and something bitter. It was a familiar taste – the green tea.

I bit on her bottom lip and lifted her up. Taken upon by surprise, she let out a soft whimper parting her lips. I took it in my favor and dodged my way in. As our tongues touched, my insides combusted with the love I had for the girl in my arms.

Slowly, she gave in, kissing me back. I smiled in victory as our tongue danced to the rhythm that was so in tune with us. The kiss was urgent, demanding and needy, making up for our lost time. I let her hands free as mine went to knead her soft breasts. Her legs immediately wrapped around my waist leaving no space between us.

I held onto her hips to hold her in place. This was exactly where she belonged – wrapped around my waist. I cupped her boobs in my right hand squeezing it just the way she liked it. She bit my lip harshly as she pulled my hair. I groaned in pleasure.

How many times hadn't I thought about this in those two years? How many times hadn't I pictured us driving each other wild, crazy and insane? How many times hadn't I imagined her in my arms cradled and loved?

"Miles..." She moaned, her legs tightening around me. I took this as an opportunity to kiss from her jaw down to her neck, leaving her frenzy.

As she called out my name first time in years, my senses came back to me.

What the hell was I doing? I was giving her another chance to break my heart into a million pieces. My rule to keep her away from me was broken and she was alone responsible for that! As she closed her eyes as I nipped on her neck, I couldn't believe that I was once again gone weak under those precious blue eyes.

My left hand was gripping her ass tight, my right hand was pinching her boob. My lips were on her neck, already showcasing the hickeys that I had given her. I pulled back.

No. This was not the plan.

The plan was to stay as far away from her as possible and never let her play with my heart again. Yet here I was holding her in my arms like she was still mine. She wasn't!

Megan looked at me in confusion, her pink lips swollen from the aftermath of our make out session. She still hadn't come down from the high. Her face was so innocent that I wanted nothing more than to hold on to her and never let go.

"No!" I said, more to myself than to her. "No!"

Megan realized the position we were in and her cheeks began to glow in embarrassment. She unwrapped her legs from my waist and stood like she had committed a crime.

Of course, she had! She had come back into my life to break away the remaining pieces of my heart with her pointed stilettoes. And what was better? I was letting her do it.

All these years, I had survived without a scandal and with her, it felt as if I was walking in a dangerous zone. I didn't have the luxury anymore. I wasn't strong enough to try let her in. I had seen it twice already and I didn't know if I could live with the third blow.

"We can never happen!" I ran my hands through my hair and looked away. I was breathing so heavily, and I didn't know if it was because of her or because of my fear. "Don't you dare for one second think that this," I waved my hand between us. "means something. Because it doesn't!"

A single drop of tear rolled down her face. Before I could melt away again, I turned and walked straight out of the balcony regretting everything that happened in those ten minutes.

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"What's with you?" Mark asked as I joined the party below. It was still in full swing. The garden party was for the kids while the inner ones was for the adults who wanted to shake things up with alcohol. "You look like you swallowed a melon."

"Fuck off." I muttered as I fake smiled to the couple who waved their hands at me.

"Oh, someone got their panty in a twist." Mark muttered. "Anyway, do you want some dessert?"

I groaned again. Ever since I kissed Megan, I was craving for some dessert. A dessert of a different kind, actually. It gave me an insight of what I was missing all these years. Of what we could have been if she had trusted me. If she had stayed a second more to hear me out.

I roamed my eyes around the room to see if I had left her with the same want that I had now. I knew it was shameless, but I couldn't help but wonder if she felt the same thing that I had felt with her. When I caught her face, I knew how wrong I was.

She was there talking with Laura, Amber and Zack in tow. She was smiling at something that Laura was saying and for a moment I wondered if I had imagined all those things that happened in that balcony. She didn't look affected at all.

All those times I had tried to get myself safe from women went to drain. Megan Taylor had officially ruined me for good. She bent around to talk to Emerald who was shaking her head as no.

Megan carried the kid in her arms, kissing Em's cheeks promising her something that made her shake her head once more. Laura took Emerald from Megan and tried to soothe her only to let her end up in tears.

I hated that Megan even let kids cry over her.

"Em's crying." I said to Mark who looked over and smiled.

"Megan is probably leaving." Mark shrugged. "Em loves her."

I rolled my eyes, knowing how she would leave the people who loved her. "Come with me, you asswipe. It's your daughter who's crying."

I pulled him along with me only to make sure that I wasn't pulling any stupid stunts soon. I wanted to keep my ground and if Mark's presence would guarantee it to me, then I would gladly take it.

"I promise to come back tomorrow, honey." Megan was saying, patting on Emerald's back. "I will even get you those colors, what do you say?"

"I want to play with eww!" Emerald sniffed.

"How about you play with Max?" She asked again, trying her best to calm the child. "He's your best friend, right?"

"Hey Emmy." Mark cooed and soon Emerald shifted from her mom's shoulder to her dad's.

"Mark, I'm really sorry, I need to go." Megan said, clearly not noticing me standing next to him. Was she doing it deliberately?

"Now I know why she's crying." Mark smiled at her. "You go ahead Megan. We are going to play hide and seek. Isn't it right, Max?"

The little boy who was also crying nodded his head in enthusiasm. Megan had broken two hearts in one go. It was so typical of her and I had to roll my eyes at the situation she had put those kids in.

"Dada, make her stay!" Emerald whined, her eyes puffy and her cheeks pink. "Pwease!"

"Come on, princess." I smiled at the crying girl. "Why don't I play with you?"

"Mice!" She declared, her eyes glittering with the unshed tears. At least now, it was with the new hope that I wouldn't break her heart like she did.

"You want to play hide and seek right?" I asked the little guy who was looking at us.

"Yeah!" He said. "You hide me at good spots!"

I put my hand down and Max slapped it in a low five. I ruffled his hair and stood straight looking at Em. "So, what do you say?"

"I want to play too!" Emerald cried, jumping on spot in her father's hold. "I'm going to count till ifty!"

"You know to count till ifty?" I sounded surprised and protruded my eyes in fake shock. "Who taught it to you?"

"Max!" Emerald screamed again.

"Yeah, right." Mark scoffed. "Like I didn't sit next to her all night to teach her how ifty is fifty."

I snorted. "Come on guys." Two more kids joined us and we all headed out to the garden to play. In no time she had forgotten Megan. I turned back to see her walking away from the party with her sunken shoulders.

"Let it go." Mark patted my back, after sensing that I was looking at her.

"She's always the one to leave when people around her get comfortable." I muttered.

"Mice! Come!" Emerald shouted again and soon, I had become one among those kids playing hide and seek. I could only wish that I had better distractions than just a plain hide and seek to forget her just like Em had.

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I walked back and forth in my apartment wondering how better I could have fucked things up. Memories were everywhere, loitering around like a sick cat.

Now that I was in the safe confinements of my apartment, I couldn't help but ponder about the intimate ten seconds I had spent with Megan.

All these times, it had been bearable, but now after I had kissed her... I couldn't stand still. She had kissed me back with the same fervor that I had kissed her. It was supposed to be punishing kiss, but that was something else, transporting me back to the days that I had hidden deep within.

She had felt so small under me. She had definitely lost more weight than I had given credit for. She had become so weak and vulnerable. But at the same time, she was looking stunning in that chemise and tight jeans that I couldn't control myself.

"No." I muttered, pushing myself away. I couldn't think about those things when it came to her. Hell, I hadn't even had such lustful thoughts until I had found her arguing with me. I had felt her breath caressing my cheeks as she lifted her head to meet my eyes. There was a fire in her that made me want her at that instant.

Hell, even Shelly Morgan hadn't been able to raise this kind of a reckless behavior in me. What was with Megan who had shook my steady life and had turned it bottoms up? Then again, it was only her who had made a difference in my life.

Her constant quirks, her need to be independent and her love for her flowers had drawn me to her. The crinkle in her eyes as she smiled, the furrow in her brows as she thought about a design, the glow in her face as she kept her head over my chest – it was worth everything. Even if she was breaking my heart.

I loved her. Heck I loved her even now. Looking at her, it only made me realize it over again. But I knew I couldn't have her. She hated me.

What I did to her was not right either, and if I was to erase the past, I would have done it differently. Yet, here I was not able to get her off of my mind.

It had been years since I had seen her. Had she found someone else, given that so many were behind her even when they knew that I was her boyfriend? Had someone else claimed her heart and what happened at the party was only a spur of the moment?

My blood started to boil. It couldn't be possible. She kissed me like she meant it, didn't she? She... she couldn't...

God, I was so hung up on her after all these years. I didn't want to think about anything that revolved around her. It was one fucking meet and I had kissed her instead of running away. I had messed with my heart.

Even though we could try to have what we had before, I didn't know if it would last this time. Who was to give the assurance that I won't be left worse than what I was today? People had walked away from my life so many times that I didn't trust them to stay.

They all said that time would heal everything that was there to heal. But they were all wrong. I had once believed that with time I would accept the fact that I was to be left alone. But one glance at her, all my initial theories went down the drain.

No, I wasn't going to sit still and let my heart play the games again. I wasn't ready for that. I wouldn't let her or anyone else for that matter ruin me. I was going to put a halt to everything.

I picked up my phone and dialed Steve. It was half past one, but I didn't care. It was an urgent matter and I wanted this to be done before I changed my mind.

Over the fifth ring, Steve picked up the call. "Sir? Are you okay? What happened?"

I could tell that he was scared and a little antsy that I had called him at an odd time, but then again who else was there to give me some sense into my brain. All had abandoned me.

I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I had to disturb you at this time, Steve."

I had never been the one to call him asking for favors. But this time it was because I was desperate to protect myself from the same woman. I couldn't risk even a misstep. I had to look closely at every detail and make sure that I was safe.

"Sir... um... that's okay." Steve stuttered. "Are you okay, sir?"

I could tell that he was clearly taken aback. Though I never called him, I never apologized to the guy. Even if I was at fault. I had taken him for granted and he had accepted it. Now, I felt like an idiot to even make a call at this time of the night to only disturb him.

I heaved a sigh. I should probably cut some slack to the guy and give him a hike that he was eligible for. Like a compensation for working for someone like me.

"What's my calendar for this month?" I asked.

"Apart from a few staff meetings, you are all free, sir." Steve muttered groggily. "Should I move it away, sir?"

"No!" It was a despairing cry. I wanted nothing more than to work my ass off and keep my head above water.

I didn't want to sit still even for a second which would only make me think back to this day where I had seen her be so beautiful and gorgeous in her chemise, looking at me with her big blue eyes. I didn't want to remember the feel of her lips against mine as I captured it, surprising her as I kneaded her perfect breasts with my palms. I didn't want to hear the moan she made as our tongues met after what seemed like eons and I definitely didn't want to feel the heat that we generated in that cold balcony.

"I want to fill up my calendar." I muttered, looking away. "Every second of it, Steve. Go crazy. I mean, I don't want you to be giving me a second to breath."

"Sir, what?" Steve was clearly taken in by surprise now. "Are you really okay?"

Now I had understood why Megan always kept herself busy. It was a perfect idea to keep things off of your mind. And with my demanding needs, I would hardly have the time to think through the rights and wrongs of what went through between us.

The kiss definitely told that there was more than enough to talk among us. The passion and the lust were still there, and it only made me wonder if it was only so much. Bare emotions without wanting to put our hearts into it.

"You heard me." I said a little loudly this time. "Make sure that I am occupied all the time."

"Um... okay. But for how long, sir?" Steve asked. I could hear some scribbling already and I knew he was already on it.

For how long? I had never thought about that. For how long should I keep my mind away from her? was that even possible? It had been years yet, my heart had deceived me.

I didn't know why she had come back to town and for how long she was going to stay. What if she was staying here permanently? What if she was here to get her sweet revenge from me? What if this was all planned?

"Maybe a month or two." I waved my hands in the air, frustrated that I had missed that tiny piece of information before I called him. "I don't know, Steve. Just make sure that I'm busy."

"Okay, sir." Steve said. "Anything else?"

"No. Good night. I'll meet you tomorrow."

With that I cut the call, hoping that I did the right thing. I could only wish that Megan would go back to where she came from in a month or two.

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A/N: Did I meet the imagination of yours? :p

What do you think, is Miles making the right decision? More importantly is Megan going away after two months?

Comment yes, if you want more of Miles-Megan chemistry