Chapter 47 - Alexander

**ALEXANDER**

Alexander stared out the window, trying not to think about the frightened woman next to him. The neon lights of Los Angeles flashed past him in blurry streaks, but nothing could calm his anger. *Is she really afraid?* A dark thought nagged at him. It would be better for her. But maybe she wasn’t scared at all, but angry - angry because he had humiliated her in a way he couldn’t even explain to himself. *What the hell came over me?*
He no longer recognized himself. The whole evening had been meticulously planned - from the moment they met to the smallest details of the weekend. He had imagined having her at his side not only tonight, but also on Saturday and Sunday. He wanted to play the role of the billionaire in love in front of the world, floating on clouds with his new girlfriend, unable to bear to be apart from her because of the sheer happiness he felt.
Damn, who was he trying to fool? He did not want her with him because she was his companion and everything had to look as credible as possible for the press. He wanted her by his side because he was both challenged and attracted to her. There was something about her that turned him on so much that he had to fuck her. Otherwise he would soon go mad! It wasn’t enough for him to jerk off every day thinking about her. He wanted to thrust into her, into her wet pussy and into her hot mouth. And as soon as she was ready, he wanted to fuck her ass, too.
If she hadn’t been so damn stupid, the evening could have been so nice. Because on Tuesday he had clearly felt that she had been hot for him. She wanted him to fuck her. But because he wanted to maintain his image as a gay designer at the agency, he had gone to his club only to be told that Britney was booked. But today she was available. Today he wanted to practice flower sex with Emily and then experience real satisfaction with Britney in the club.
Dominik Davenport had called him on Wednesday to make the final adjustments so that he wouldn’t have to leave unsatisfied like on Tuesday - everything had been perfectly arranged. But now nothing seemed to work, neither today nor on Tuesday. *To hell with this woman!*
Alexander felt his hands clench into fists. What was it about her that threw him so off course? Nothing went as he expected with her. Her stupid reactions, her flirtatious nature that suddenly turned ridiculous, made him angry. And yet, there was something about her that captivated him. *Why was that?* Was it the challenge she posed? Or was it the fact that she simply wouldn’t submit to him? He hated it when things didn’t go according to plan - and with Emily, nothing had gone according to plan. She didn’t fit the mold of a hostess or a girlfriend. He wanted her, his cock wanted her.
He glanced over at her. She was staring out the window as if there was something special out there. But he was sure she lived in Los Angeles and knew everything here. So she didn’t have to press herself against the window. He would have liked to reach out and ask her how she was doing. But that would show weakness - Alexander Fitzpatrick never showed weakness to a hostess! He had done nothing wrong. She had only gotten what she deserved after her impossible performance as a giggling, mindless blonde.
A low growl escaped his throat. He couldn’t stop it from swelling again. His penis had enjoyed seeing the blonde’s ass blush. It would have been even better if he could have penetrated her from behind while spanking her ass cheeks. His testicles were boiling, he would have to come soon, the memory made him so horny. Before he attacked Emily again, he had to get rid of her. She already suspected that he was a sadist. This must never become public! The damage to his company would be endless. He only had to think of Marcus Lancaster. The man would never let a sadist decorate a nursery for him. So far, his friends in the Billionaire’s Club thought he was a Dom - and he had to keep it that way. Dominik Davenport was the only one who knew all his secrets because Dominik was a sadistic dom himself. There was an even harder sadist slumbering inside the man, for he loved it bloody.
Alexander pressed the intercom button: „Mr. Simons, please turn around. We’re taking Emily home.“
„Very well, Mr. Fitzpatrick,“ came the immediate reply.
„We’re not taking me home,“ Emily explained almost simultaneously. Surprised, he looked at her, saw her flushed face and tangled blonde hair.
„We’re not?“ He repeated questioningly in a harsh voice. Was she going to confess that she longed for his cock? That she wanted to be fucked hard by him?
„I can’t tell you my address or my name,“ she explained so matter-of-factly that his cock twitched in disappointment. „But you can just let me out. I’ll take a cab home.“
He stared at her lips. The lipstick had long since been kissed away. The bright, natural red tempted him to take possession of her mouth again. He didn’t want to drive to Britney’s club to whip the masochist until he himself came. He wanted to see Emily kneeling before him, taking his cock in her mouth and letting him fuck her deep in her throat. He wanted to tie Emily to the bed, warm her body with the paddle and then decorate her with his cum as she whimpered to orgasm. He wanted to have Emily tied to the cross, to see her fearful yet lustful eyes, just waiting to be tied to it, to feel the torture he was giving her even more intensely.
„Alexander... Mr. Fitzpatrick?“
He lifted his eyes from her lips and looked into her angelic face. „Is everything all right?“
No, everything was not all right. He was barely in control of his senses, he would lose his temper at any moment. And she would never understand. She had to get out, right now, or he would pounce on her mercilessly, because he just couldn’t take it anymore. Groaning, he pushed the button on the intercom. „Please stop, Mr. Simons. The lady wants to get off.“
As soon as the vehicle stopped, he leaned over to Emily and stared at her, breathing heavily. „Run, little Emily, run as far away as you can. Or I will devour you body and soul!“
He saw the fear in her eyes. He saw the pupils dilate with fear. Did she realize that he was not the smart bachelor every woman wanted in her bed?
She looked into his eyes for what seemed like an eternity. And then, completely incomprehensibly, she leaned over and kissed him on the mouth. On his lips she whispered, „My body may belong to you, but my soul is mine alone.“
He tasted her breath. So sweet and warm. Full of promise. Her words shot through his body like an electric shock. His lips were still tingling from the kiss and he barely noticed when she got out. As his driver closed the door and headed for the club, Alexander let out all his pent-up anger and desire.
„To hell with Emily!“