Chapter 27 - Alexander

**ALEXANDER**

Alexander deftly parked the Porsche in the underground garage and hurried to the freight elevator. This time, too, he took the route through the service areas to his suite. He hadn’t officially left, so he had to return the unofficial way. His footsteps echoed on the tiled floor as he walked down the wide corridor to the passenger elevator. The few employees he encountered gave him only brief glances. His appearance - the perfectly fitting suit and the confident aura - probably kept them from asking questions. He didn’t care what they thought. At this moment, only one thing mattered: Emily. In a few moments he would be standing in front of her again, and this time he would not hold back. He would pull her into his arms, kiss her hard and, if necessary, rip the dress off her body to feel her up close.
As the elevator took him up, he remembered their shopping trip with a groan. He had forgotten the shopping! Suits, dresses and shoes were piled in the trunk of his black Porsche. Since he had never shopped for any of his girlfriends, there had never been anything to transport and store in the small trunk. He always had the suit sent to him. After all, it was never about a real purchase, but only about presenting themselves to the press as a loving couple. But today everything had changed. The surprise of his intense feelings for Emily had thrown him off track. He had enjoyed buying her beautiful clothes and fancy shoes. And it had filled him with a sense of power to carry the bags and signal to everyone that it was he who was dressing his new girlfriend. He had the money and the perfect taste to carry a woman on his hands and make her feel special.
As soon as the elevator stopped, he quickly stepped out into the unadorned hallway, hurrying down the narrow corridor and smelling the stale smell of cold coffee. There was no sign of the security guards; they had finished their work for the evening, as requested. They would be back on duty in the morning to escort him to the company. The time of day was very variable, depending on how long he stayed up with Emily during the night.
Emily - at the thought of her, he felt the crackling inside him flare up hot. Her glances, the shimmering dress that accentuated her figure perfectly, the swaying walk on her high heels - all this had sparked a desire in him that he could hardly control. And why should he? He was Alexander Fitzpatrick, and when he wanted something, he got it. He wrote the rules of his own life.
The thought of Emily now alone in the suite made him quicken his pace. Tonight he would not hold back. Why should he? She was here, in his world, and she had entered the room with all its temptations. Did she know what she was letting herself in for? Probably not, but that was about to change.
The shopping bags he had left in his Porsche were irrelevant now. He would take care of them tomorrow. The idea of offering her one of the guest rooms in the suite took shape in his mind. It would be perfect. She could stay there as long as she played his girlfriend, and she would have a place to retreat to during her time with him. Besides, he looked forward to seeing her every morning and deciding when he wanted to see her - and when he didn’t. He liked the idea of knowing that she was close to him. It was a kind of control that he, as Dom, would enjoy.
As Alexander unlocked the door to the service entrance with the chip card and entered the suite, a familiar shiver ran through him. A mixture of power and control pulsed through his veins and made him walk faster. His decision had been made long ago: today he would not hold back. He would drop the polite reserve that usually made him seem so cool and distant. Emily was his focus now, and this time she wouldn’t escape him. His desire for her raced through every cell of his body like an eager whirlwind. He wanted her as he had never wanted any woman before. He had to have her - and he would have her in an instant!
His heartbeat quickened as he moved forward. Where was she? In the bedroom, surrounded by the luxurious fabrics and the soft glow of the dimmed lights? Was she lying naked on the bed, playing with herself as she watched herself in the ceiling mirror? Or had she made herself comfortable on the huge sofa in the living room? The thought that she might be stretching her slender legs and relaxing on the couch right now made his desire rise even higher. He could imagine her ordering room service after her exhausting day - a light delicacy, perhaps fresh fruit or an artistically arranged plate of cheese and crackers. But a very different image played in his mind. It wasn’t the sweet treats that excited him. It was the thought of finding them here, in this suite, alone and waiting. And this time he wouldn’t just watch - he would act. He could spread the fruit over her body and eat it, licking and sucking. The turmoil inside him grew as he approached the bedroom. She was not like the others. Perhaps it was her inexperience or her unfeigned honesty that had triggered this irrepressible desire in him. But this time he would not ignore it. He would satisfy his lust with her and on her. Full of anticipation, he entered his bedroom, but it was empty. The bed was unused, she hadn’t even tried it, which disappointed him greatly. He glanced into the bathroom and saw that she had at least been there. The humidity had increased and the scent of his shower gel hung in the air, and he noticed the water droplets on the shower stall. His penis pressed painfully against his pants, the thought of Emily taking a shower giving him an enormous boost. He would have liked to get undressed right away and go into the shower to masturbate while inhaling her scent. But he resisted that urge. He didn’t want his sperm to end up on the shower wall, but on Emily’s beautiful body.
He left the bathroom, crossed the bedroom, and hurried down the hall to the foyer, where the living room invited him to linger. Unfortunately, he didn’t see Emily here either.
“Emily?” he called out questioningly. But as he approached, an unpleasant feeling spread through his stomach. He saw the champagne dress and the high-heeled sandals - but no Emily. “Damn, did she just run away?”
His heart skipped a beat before continuing to beat wildly. He stormed to the door, ripping it open, knowing he would only find an empty elevator. Of course, she was long gone. “Damn it!” he roared, slamming into the wall next to the elevator. He slammed the suite door shut again and turned around. His eyes fell on the dress, and his anger rose even more. But there was nothing he could do. There was no way for him to find her. The blood in his cock still throbbed painfully. Growling, Alexander decided to go to the bathroom. If he couldn’t fuck Emily, he at least wanted to come where she had last showered naked.
“Just you wait, *sweetheart*, the next time we meet you won’t get away from me!” Alexander knew he was right. He always got what he wanted.