NINETY-FOUR
He had walked her back to her room, all the while, he held her hand tenderly while holding her closely. Something about his warmth was comforting, something about how he held her as though he had known her for a long time made her forget for a moment that he was just a stranger.
On getting to her room, he had gently brushed her hair from her face before nudging her head up gently to face him.
"Are you alright?" He had asked her.
She had nodded, as always.
However, he saw through her pretence. He shook his head.
"You're not." He said. And tears had stung the back of her eyes once more. Her gaze flickered down as he slid a card into her hand; his business card. "Call me if you need anything, anything at all."
She wasn't sure why, but she found it strange, found it unsual that he was being kind to her after having just met her. She knew well enough that nothing went for nothing. No man would ever be kind to you unless they expected you to spread your legs for them, and right now, she couldn't put herself through that.
"Don't waste your time, you're not going to fuck me." She told him, her voice barely a whisper.
He shook his head simply.
"You poor thing." He said as he closed her fingers around the card gently. "I'm more attracted to how broken you are than I am attracted to your body."
Saying nothing more, she has merely nodded before making her way into her room and closing the door behind her quietly. She had leaned against the door and had slid down slowly, exhaustedly, and it was only then that she read the card she was holding.
A humorless chuckle left her as her gaze lingered on the words; 'Chairman and CEO, Golden Oasis Hotels'. She shook her head, of course he owned the damn place, that explained why he was always around.
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Maya Blackwood's moans travelled around the work space as Alexander absentmindedly felt her up slowly. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders as she pressed her ample bosom against his chest invitingly; she wanted him to do more than just feel her up and kiss her, she wanted him to spread her out on his desk and fuck her till she couldn't breathe.
He had merely just returned from Seattle and she followed him into his office claiming she didn't want their disagreement to go on.
"Come on, Alexander, you know you want me." She had said as she made her way over to him while slowly undoing the buttons of her chiffon blouse. "You're so tense, you could do with some relaxing."
He had said nothing to her, he had merely watched her advance till she got to where he was seated, and he said nothing still as she rolled up her skirt sensually and climbed onto his lap so she straddled him.
"Say something." She had said, her lips were mere inches from his.
"What do you want me to say, Maya?" Had been his reply.
"Anything." She replied. "Or just fuck me."
His hand had gone around her waist slowly and he had began rubbing and massaging her hips before he kissed her. He kissed her for a couple of minutes and his hands ventured around her curvaceous and well endowed body but he remained absentminded, almost uninterested, and she noticed.
"What's wrong?" She asked, whined. "Why aren't you fucking me already?"
His fingers slid into her hair and locked themselves before he dragged her head back to face him. Her eyes widened in shock from the new treatment but they darkened lustfully.
"You talk a lot, Maya." He said. "You never stop, do you?"
"I...I didn't think you minded." She replied.
He shook his head.
"I do mind." He told her.
A smirk curved her lips, she knew just what to say to get him interestted in the moment; in her.
"Really? Is that why your former secretary never said much around you?" She asked him.
She watched something flicker in his eyes for a brief second, right before those very eyes darkened.
"Don't talk about her." He warned though he remained entirely composed.
"Fuck me and I won't." She replied.
Shaking his head, grabbed her and hauled her up as he rose to his feet, and a thrill washed over her as he set her down on his desk and crashed his lips onto hers in a deep and almost bruising kiss. He was clearly upset, clearly on edge, clearly in need of venting.
Unable to keep up with him, she tried bracing herself against his shoulders but he grabbed both her wrists and pinned them behind her back.
"Here's what we're going to do," he said against her neck. "You're going to learn to keep your mouth shut, don't say anything smart, don't bring up Yalda, and don't tell me what to do."
Not used to this side of him, her lips parted as she tried to speak but she couldn't bring herself to say a word. She was stirred, completely captivated by this side of him.
"Do you understand, Maya?" He asked her.
She nodded once, but he shook his head.
"Say it." He ordered.
"I understand." She replied immediately, almost desperately.
Saying nothing more, he crashed his lips on hers to resume the bruising kiss, and all she could do was moan and squirm as she waited for him to do with her as he pleased. His hold on her wrists tightened as he continued to kiss her, to devour her, and then he suddenly stopped. He let go of her and backed away while rubbing his temple exasperatedly.
"What's wrong?" She asked him as she panted heavily. "Fuck me already."
"What did I say about telling me what to do?" He asked her as he settled back into his seat. "Fix your clothes and leave, I don't have the time for this."
Her chest heaved heavily, so very heavily. Unable to say a word, she pushed chuckled, the sound told just how defeated she was, just how upset her powerless she was. She climbed off his desk, fixed her clothes and made her way over to the door.
"Will you call me?" She asked, her hand lingered on the handle.
He merely nodded. He would definitely call her, he'd call her when his mind wasn't a mess.
"Alright then." She said.
And with that, she opened the door and walked out.
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