Never Let You Go

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CHAPTER 1:

(5 years later)

Bacon.

That was the first thing I smelt when I woke up. Not Alana’s usual sweet scent, but bacon.

I bolted out of the bed, towards the kitchen.

Yup, she burnt it.

“Morning chef, I think, maybe, the bacon got a little burnt. Maybe, just maybe.”

Alana turned around from the pan, and smiled sheepishly. She looked hot as hell, even with her bed hair. “Sorry! I thought I could cook breakfast for once, since you never let me cook…”

“And you wonder why I never let you cook?” I shook my head incredulously, dumping the burnt contents into the bin.

She pouted. “Hey! Not everyone’s great in the kitchen like you! And I thought I did great. Though I’d never give up my acting to cook.”

I snorted. “Yeah, you did great. Guys, we’ve got a masterchef here!” I said, my voice laced with sarcasm.

“Fine, be that way! No burnt bacon for you, mister.” She turned on her heels and stomped away. Well, tried to. Before she knew it, I had twirled her around to face me and closed the short distance between us.

My heart sped up; my whole body throbbed with desire. Our lips moved together perfectly, as light tingles shot around my body. She snaked her arms around my neck, pulling us even closer, as my arms slid around her slim waist. I moaned loudly as her nails dug down on my neck, her fingers slid down my bare back. As her tongue ran along my bottom lip, I opened up gladly and massaged our tongues slowly and tenderly. I’m sure she could feel my hard on poking through my boxers.

After what seemed like eternity, I pull away breathlessly and looked down at her glowing face, marveling at how on earth I got so lucky. Her dazzling smiles never failed to amaze me. Last night was simply magical, as always. And tonight, I will propose that she be mine lawfully. I had already planned everything- nothing could go wrong.

I smiled at the thought. Mrs. Alana Worley. It had a nice ring to it.

“Let’s head back to the bedroom,” I said huskily, sweeping her up bridal style. The anticipation was slowly killing me; I couldn’t wait to show her how much I love her again.

She giggled against my bare chest. “So tempting, my hot chef boyfriend, but I’m hungry. I have my annual appointment with Dr. Sullivan at 11, but we can get back to the bedroom later.” She said, winking flirtily.

I glowered at her jokingly as I set her back to the ground reluctantly, and went to make her the best breakfast ever.

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As I picked up Alana and drove back from Dr. Sullivan’s clinic, I couldn’t help but sense a strange, new mood in the air. She usually loved to sing along to the radio, but today she was silent.

I turned and looked at her- her angelic face had a small, sad smile. She was twirling a strand of hair absentmindedly, looking out the window at the light drizzle. A sign of nervousness.

She sighed softly and glanced at me from the corner of her eye.

“What’s up, babe?  What did the cancer test results say?” I asked worriedly. She can’t have cancer, I won’t allow it! Her family had had a bad history with cancer, but so far it had shed no signs on her. Yet. I couldn’t bear any chance of her being taken away from me so soon. She still needed to finish drama school and become a famous actress!

She sighed again, and a small smile appeared on her face. “Relax, baby. The results were negative, I’m fine. Dr. Sullivan said not to worry. I’m just thinking about something else, that’s all.” But her eyes told me otherwise. I’d have to find out later on.

The rain started to get heavier and by the time we reached our apartment, it had become a full on downpour. With an umbrella, I bolted out of the car to open her door, but Alana had already gotten out and was rushing past me towards the building. I watched her run across the car park, smiling. She never did like the rain. My smile quickly faltered when she slipped and plummeted headfirst towards the hard concrete floor. Fuck, she’s too clumsy.