Chapter 21 - Alexander

**ALEXANDER**

Alexander was extremely pleased. Emily had finally realized that this was not a one-time meeting. He would make it clear to her that it would not remain a second meeting, but that they would go out regularly for the next few months.
It was extremely foolish of him to fight for the young woman like this. After all, it was exactly this type of woman that he had clearly rejected at the DarEnd-Agency. Women like Emily aroused wild desire in him and the urge to conquer them, to dominate them, to make their submission complete. They were a challenge to him - just as he liked to subjugate them in his BDSM club. That was exactly why he had Oliver Daron include a completely different type of woman in his contract: quiet, submissive women who left him cold and with whom he could fully live out his seemingly gay side.
When dessert was served, Alexander breathed a sigh of relief. The waiter presented them with artfully arranged platters of *Petit Gâteau*, along with the chef’s compliments. Alexander had never been much of a fan of chocolate cake and vanilla ice cream, but when he took his first bite, he was surprised. Inside the small cake, he found an amaretto-soaked cherry that complemented the chocolatey dough perfectly. The creamy vanilla ice cream that accompanied it brought a wonderful lightness that was unexpectedly good. Emily enjoyed her dessert as well, and Alexander could hardly believe how carefree she was eating after the incident. It was fascinating how different she was from the hostesses he had had at his side in the past. She radiated something genuine, something that went far beyond perfectly rehearsed manners and gestures. She even had an appetite, even though the shock of the attack must still be fresh in her mind. He admired her for it.
When they had almost finished dessert, he decided to take the next step. “Shall we go to my suite?” He asked as casually as he could, even though he felt a certain tension inside. He watched closely to see how Emily reacted to his words. To his disappointment, he noticed that she flinched again, as if she hadn’t expected this question. He had thought that this part had been settled long ago. She was his companion - it was only logical that she would accompany him to the hotel suite, especially since they were still in public. Journalists could be anywhere, ready to document the slightest misstep. They had to maintain the illusion of being a couple in love.
He carefully placed his cutlery on the edge of his plate and rested his eyes on hers. Her gray-blue eyes sparkled slightly in the dim light of the restaurant, her perfectly styled blonde hair still flawless. But something had changed - the bold red glow of her lips was gone, probably worn away by the food. He noticed how this detail suddenly bothered him. It made him want to give her a collection of lipsticks that would last all day, no matter what. It was a fleeting thought, but one that stuck. It was as if he wanted her to look even more perfect - not just for the press, but for him as well. Besides, he loved it when bright, shiny lips opened promisingly. His chest tightened and so did his pants. The fantasies that came over him were no longer G-rated. And they were no longer about BDSM, about bondage, whips and clamps. He was so hard and filled with lust that he was almost ready to satisfy his urges in the normal way before he had the perfect kick in the club. His blood burned hot and eager. He had to find out how far *she* was willing to go in her job as a hostess.
“In my suite, we can also...” He leaned over the table and looked at her intensely. “...talk about more intimate things. And perhaps do more intimate things.” He raised his eyebrows challengingly and waited anxiously for her reaction.
“I’m already excited, Honeymoon.” She smiled at him so kindly that he almost bought her charade. But after her flinch just now, she was certainly not interested in intimate games with him. But that was exactly what he wanted. He desperately wanted to dominate her, even if it only proved to her that she couldn’t help but want him. His imagination ran away with him as he imagined what he wanted.
He wanted her hanging on his lips, obediently translating his every word and begging for his cock. He wanted her delicate hands on his penis and a perfectly made up mouth curling around his stiff cock. He wanted her on her knees begging him to fuck her and bring her to orgasm!
“Hurry up,” he whispered in an excited voice. These thoughts were simply too much for him. He couldn’t control himself anymore and he didn’t want to. His body ached for her naked body with such power that he would have liked to force her to undress and suck his cock right here and now. But he wasn’t in his club where such fantasies were possible. He was in an ordinary restaurant with ordinary customers and, unfortunately, an ordinary woman.
He pushed the remains of the dessert aside, the blood pulsating violently through his veins, it washed over him like an intoxication. Everything in him longed for the woman sitting across from him, whose gray-blue eyes lit a consuming fire in him. He couldn’t pay fast enough and gave the waiter a generous tip. As he stood and reached out to Emily, he felt a slight tingling in his fingertips. They looked at each other and he thought he saw a hint of fear in her beautiful eyes.
Alexander realized that if he really fucked Emily, she would definitely tell Oliver Daron about it - and the owner of the DarEnd-Agency would know that billionaire Alexander Fitzpatrick was not gay and had been living a lie about his sexuality all these years. *Damn it!* His mind fought with his desires, and Alexander wasn’t sure who would win.
He slowly lifted her hand and gently kissed her fingertips. When he raised his head, he saw her brush the tip of her tongue across her lips. It was a small gesture, probably unintentional, but it ignited him nonetheless. Unexpected possibilities exploded in his mind. He imagined extreme fantasies: While he was fucking her mouth, he would whip her beautiful ass until it glowed red. Or he would tie her to a stretching rack, gagged, and twist the threads to torture her body parts cruelly while he stood between her thighs and fucks in her pussy and... *Damn it, no!* What was he doing? He could never defile that exquisite mouth with a brutal fuck! He couldn’t abuse this body to feel pleasure himself. He had to remain a gay client for Oliver Daron and his agency. *As soon as I’d dropped Emily off at the hotel room, I’d disappear and make my way to the club.* He wouldn’t make small talk, wouldn’t offer any more explanations. He needed a hardcore, no-holds-barred fuck with a professional masochist!
But as he left the restaurant with Emily, accompanied by the bodyguards, Alexander felt increasingly hot. The closeness to her, the scent and even the gentle touch of her hand soon drove him crazy. Would he really be able to keep his hands - and especially his penis - away from her?