THIRTY
‘How are you feeling?’
For some reason, Yalda’s heart fell to the pit of her stomach on seeing Alexander’s message. She hadn’t heard from him since she left the penthouse yesterday, of course, she had considered calling him up but had thought against it; if he wanted to hear from her, he would have called her.
She had eventually been distracted from the thoughts of him when Jaxon had called her, and just like that, he had made her forget about all the bitter thoughts and heaviness that weighed down on her chest. But it had only lasted till she woke up today; not hearing from Alexander had made her restless. A lot of thoughts had crossed her mind, all of which included Alexander being upset with her. She managed to get through by day by telling herself that she didn’t care if he was upset with her, that she was also upset with him.
Her dress had arrived and it was perfect as always, she loved how the silk fabric made the navy-blue color look even more regal, she liked everything about it. But then, it reminded her of Alexander since he had been the one who chose the color. In every honesty, everything would remind her of him since everything she did had something to do with him one way or another.
On seeing his message, she had to calm herself before typing in a response which didn’t seem like she had been desperately waiting for him to text her.
‘I’m good, thank you. Good evening’.
Her gaze remained glued to the screen as she anxiously waited for him to reply, and to her relief, his reply came in almost immediately.
‘Where are you?’
Why was he asking where she was? Did he think she was out with Jaxon? Did he want to see her? She was surprised to find her hands trembling as she typed in a reply;
‘My apartment……’
His reply came in quicker this time, it was almost as though he had also been awaiting her reply:
‘I’ll have Carl come pick you up immediately. I believe we left something unfinished yesterday’.
A shuddering breath left her as a thrill surged through the entirety of her being. She wanted to get up immediately and start getting ready but quelled her excitement enough to type in a reply.
‘Yes sir….’
She set the phone aside quickly before getting out of bed and hurrying to the bathroom as fast as she could; the plan was to take a quick shower and get dressed before Carl got here. A part of her wanted to scream and lecture herself about self-control, and the other wanted to scream right back saying there was only so much pleasure her fingers could give.
…….
It wasn’t long before she was waiting for the elevator to come to a halt; her heart pounded heavily with every second that passed, and it fell to the pit of her stomach when it finally did. The doors slid open smoothly and she stepped out and made her to Alexander’s room, she wasn’t even sure he was there, she was determined to wait for him.
On getting there, she opened the door and stepped in, and she was glad to find him seated by the edge of his bed scrolling through his phone while looking so chill as though he wasn’t causing a turmoil within her. She closed the behind her quietly before walking over to him, he set his phone down and began unlatching his wristwatch just as she got to him.
“Did you have dinner?”. He asked her, finally acknowledging her presence.
She nodded though he wasn’t looking at her. The glass of juice she had earlier may not have been much buts he considered it dinner nonetheless.
“I did”. She replied.
His gaze flickered to meet hers at last and the darkness in his eyes had her breath faltering and her body shivering sweetly.
‘’Get out of your clothes immediately”. He ordered.
He didn’t need to tell her twice; she began shrugging off her clothes immediately while be undid the buttons of his shirt. The pit of her stomach burn with desire as he took of his shirt and tossed it aside leaving him topless; she ogled him as this was the first time she was seeing him this way, as though he was some Greek god.
She returned to his side when she was left with just the thin strings which was her panties, and he wasted no time in grabbing her wrist and pulling her against himself so she straddled him. It happened all too quickly, one moment she was standing, and the next she was on his lap having his hands roam all over her body restlessly. She arched against him so her soft bosom was pressed against his hard chest as he rubbed her back down to her backside fervently.
She moaned quietly against his shoulder as he groped, squeezed and fondle the supple flesh of her backside, and she gasped sharply and flinched as he landed a hard slap on one of her cheek.
“I said get out of your clothes. Why is this still on?”. He asked as he grabbed a string. ”You truly do not listen, do you?”.
He seemed genuinely irritated, and she knew better than to do anything that would irritate him even more, she didn’t want to undergo his torture tonight, she didn’t want him to leave her a needing and unsatisfied mess when he was done; she just wanted him to fuck her how ever he pleased as long as they both would be satisfied by the ed of the night.
“I asked you a question, Yalda”. He said.
His voice sent a shiver running down her spine and the warmth from his arms and chest did nothing to warm her. A shuddering breath left her parted lips a she thought of what to say. She probably stayed quiet for too long because he chuckled humorlessly.
“Alright then, have it your way”. He said.
Her eyes widened right before he ripped the strings off her as though it was a mere rag.
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