Chapter 39 Midnight Confessions
Melissa’s POV
I sat curled up in bed at midnight, my laptop glowing in the darkness. My body still ached in the most delicious ways, reminders of everything Gavin had done to me in his office just hours ago.
I couldn’t sleep. My mind was racing, replaying every moment. Every touch. Every word.
So I did what I always did when emotions overwhelmed me.
I wrote.
My fingers flew across the keyboard, translating reality into fiction, my secret into a story thousands of strangers devoured.
Chapter 48: Ice and Fire
She thought she knew pleasure.
She thought the first time…fast and desperate against the glass wall of his office…was as good as it got. The way he’d held her wrists behind her back, pressed her body against the cold surface, taken her with an urgency that left them both breathless.
But she was wrong.
Afterward, he’d carried her to a hidden door in his office. A private room she’d never noticed before. Small, intimate, with a leather couch and dim lighting.
“Lie down,” he’d commanded, his voice gentler now but no less authoritative.
She obeyed, her body still trembling.
He’d removed his shirt slowly, deliberately, and that’s when she saw it.
The tattoo.
It stretched across his chest…intricate, and majestic. A design that looked familiar somehow, like she’d seen it before but couldn’t place where.
She reached out, her fingers tracing the lines. “What is this?”
“Something I’ll explain later.” He caught her wrist. “Right now, I want to hear you scream.”
He disappeared for a moment, returning with something in his hand.
Ice.
Her eyes widened.
“Trust me,” he murmured, settling beside her.
He circled one ice cube around her breast, watching her gasp as the cold made her nipple peak. Then he placed the ice directly on it.
She cried out, her back arching.
“That’s it,” he praised. “Let me hear you.”
The sensation was overwhelming…cold bordering on pain, but somehow intensely pleasurable. When he replaced the ice with his hot mouth, the contrast made her sob his name.
“We’re going to do so many things together,” he said against her skin. “I’ll show you pleasure you’ve never known. Pleasure that feels like death and rebirth all at once.”
And she believed him.
………
I hit publish and closed my laptop, with a smile playing on my lips.
Within minutes, my phone started buzzing with notifications.
I opened the app.
Comments exploding.
NightOwl_Reader: AUTHOR OH MY GOD THE ICE SCENE
RomanceAddict47: I’m literally screaming into my pillow right now
HotForFiction: Brb going to buy ice. Lots of ice. My boyfriend doesn’t know what’s about to hit him .
User_Anonymous: The tattoo??? What does it mean??? I need answers!!!
BookLover673: This is the hottest thing I’ve ever read in my LIFE
Reader_Obsessed: My partner just asked why I’m giggling and I can’t explain
DarkDesires22: The way he carries her to the private room… THE PRIVATE ROOM. I can’t.
MidnightReader: Okay but can we talk about the ice??? Because I’m definitely trying that
SpicyBooks4Life: “Pleasure that feels like death” - I FELT THAT
I scrolled through the comments, giggling despite myself. These people had no idea they were reading my actual life.
Then I saw a new comment thread forming.
NightOwl_Reader: Okay guys, we need to talk. This community is getting HUGE. We need a name.
RomanceAddict47: Yes! Like a secret club for readers who are obsessed with this story
HotForFiction: What about “The Midnight Society”? Since the author is MidnightConfessions?
BookLover673: Ooh I like that! We need a code word too. Something we can say in public without people knowing what we’re talking about
DarkDesires22: What about “ice cream”? Like, “Did you get your ice cream today?” meaning “Did you read the new chapter?”
User_Anonymous: GENIUS. I’m dying.
SpicyBooks4Life: Okay it’s official. We’re The Midnight Society and our code is ice cream. Anyone who knows, knows. Do you all agree????.
NightOwl_Reader: Author if you’re reading this, you’ve created a cult. A CULT. And we’re all happily enslaved.
I burst out laughing, covering my mouth so I wouldn’t wake anyone up.A cult. They’d formed a cult around my secret life.
My phone buzzed with a direct message.
NightOwl_Reader: Author, please tell me you’re going to explain the tattoo soon. I’ve been trying to figure out what it means and it’s driving me crazy.
I smiled and typed back.
MidnightConfessions: All in good time. Trust the process.
NightOwl_Reader: You’re killing us. You know that, right?
MidnightConfessions: That’s the fun part.
I set my phone down and lay back against my pillows, still smiling.
The Midnight Society.
Ice cream as code.
Thousands of people reading my story, living vicariously through my forbidden relationship, having no idea it was all real.
My phone buzzed one more time.
A text. From Gavin.
Gavin: You awake?
My heart skipped.
Me: Yes
Gavin: I miss you Malissa.
My breath hitched as I steered at the screen. I didn’t know if I should reply or not .
Gavin: Malissa?
Me: Yes?
Gavin: Wear a skirt tomorrow.
Heat flooded through me.
Me: Yes, Daddy.
I set my phone down and closed my eyes, my body already anticipating tomorrow.
The Midnight Society had no idea how much hotter this story was about to get.
Neither did I.
But I couldn’t wait to find out.
Gavin pov
The call rang once. Then twice but I ignored it . Not bothering myself with trivial matters.
I watched her typing bubble disappear on my screen, the last thing she’d sent still burning in my mind.
Yes, Daddy.
My jaw tightened.
The phone buzzed again.this time with a different name lighting up the screen.
Sophia. I turned my phone off.
After a few minutes I reached into the drawer of my bedside table and pulled out the small velvet box hidden beneath a stack of files.
Inside lay the jade pendant. It was cold, beautiful and smooth.
The carved green stone gleamed faintly under the dim light. I lifted it out and turned it over. On the back, taped carefully and protected from time, was a tiny, worn photograph.
A little girl.
No older than six. Her dark hair in soft waves. Bright, unguarded eyes. A smile that hadn’t yet learned fear.
For just a second, something tight and unfamiliar twisted in my chest.
I stared at the girl’s face a moment longer before closing the box with a soft click and sliding it back into the drawer. The lock turned quietly.