Chapter 48

Dylan plunged his tongue into her mouth, taking in every inch of it making Kylie moan. She hadn't had sex with a guy since Alexia caught her with Cole, right now, she was in the mood.

She pulled Dylan's shirt quickly, he pulled herself as well and she pushed herself to the table; spreading her leg while his hard cock tilted her core. She moaned and closed her eyes, pulling him closer begging to have him.

Kylie never does this. In fact, men beg her to have sex with them. However, right now, she was so much in the mood she didn't care at all.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and dragged him closer, pulling him closer to hers to kiss her. However, Dylan was changing, his cock was softening and his burning desire to have sex with Kylie was quenching.

'Fuck me, Dylan." She mouthed, still pulling him closer and he tried, he tried to continue but the desire just wasn't there anymore.

It was there, there, and there that it occurred to him that he had never had sex with Kylie and that's exactly what keeps calling him. Being a playboy, he gets every girl he wants; their back on the floor and their legs wrapped around his waist screaming for more of him.

However, with Kylie, it was different. Kylie never simp for him. He would have to beg her for romance and the desire to have her beg for him was there. It was only the desire to see her want him, yearn for him, for his cock, and seeing her do that made all the feelings evacuate.

He had gotten what he wanted already, seeing her beg for him and that's all. He never had sex with Kylie so when Brendax sent a picture of him and Kylie having sex, he was pissed. The day Alexia had got them, they were only romancing and he had begged her to do it with him that day.

'C'mon!" Kylie spoke dragging him closer but Dylan pushed her hands away.

He stretched his hand behind her and picked up his keys. 'I have gotten what I wanted, to see you beg for me and now that I have seen that you find me attractive too, I don't want you again."

It was true, Dylan always thought that he wasn't attractive to Kylie and that's why she didn't want to have sex with him. His pride was hurt, he was a playboy and he got every girl he wanted but never Kylie. The satisfaction of seeing her beg for him completely erased every feeling.

However, With Alexia it was different. He loved it when Alexia begged for him. He wanted it every time. He loved the way she touches him. Her hole... Her juice... Her wet pussy... Everything about her.

Alexia was just different, different from other girls that he forgets within seconds. He can never forget Alexia after a round of sex, he thinks about it repeatedly wanting more of it. The way she moans, the way she touches him, the way her leg shakes anything she was about to release. The way her eyes roll back and forth when he thrust into her. And the way she shut her eyes and let out a startled breathe when he is about to plunge into her tight hole.

Everything about Alexia, he loves everything about her.
Entering his car, he picked up his phone and dialed Alexia's number. However, she didn't pick up his call. He knew she was still angry, he had talked to her angrily that morning.

'I want you back, Alexia. I am sorry but I want you back. You are different from other girls. Only you remain in my head even after sex. I am only satisfied when I please you. Alexia, only you can be my soul mate." He spat the words as he drove, still trying her number perhaps she would pick up his call.

Meanwhile:

Alexia got lost dancing in the crowds of people, she was now drunk, she didn't even know where she threw her phone. Alexia smiled playfully then stood on one of the tables, she began to dance wildly shaking her butt and twisting against the pole beside the table.

The greedy men who saw that Alexia was drunk wanted to take advantage of her so they began to shout;

'Strip!"

'Strip!"

'STRIP!"

Alexia laughed heartedly, she didn't care. She really wanted to have the fun of her life caring less so she pulled her shirt which revealed her white singlet tucked in her suit trousers.

'Boo!! Remove it all!!" the perverted men yelled.

Alexia laughed and gently walked to the edge of the table pretending like she was going to fall, laughing once everyone thinks she was going to fall and dragging herself back to balance.

'I am not going to fall!" she laughed and continued.

'Strip!!" Another man with blue hair yelled, he looked like those mafia boys who want nothing but to fuck anything under the skirt.

'Why don't you come and help me pull them?" Alexia raised her finger to the man, then she gestured for him to come closer.

The man laughed, his friends pushed him and hailed him to go over and touch her.
The man named Greg walked over proudly looking at Alexia seductively thinking of where to touch her body.

Meanwhile;

Brendax was still looking for Alexia, he had gone to book the room and by the time he was back, he didn't meet her at the bar side again. Brendax wasn't very family with the bar, he didn't know that there was a club on the other side of the building.

Walking, he collided with someone he didn't expect.
'You..." he pointed at the girl who stood in front of him with a sad face.

'Pretend to be my boyfriend, that man is chasing me. Save me from him."

'What will you do if I save you now."

'Anything as long as the old man doesn't drag me to his room!" the woman with brown wavy hair cried and ran behind him.

Brendax smiled forgetting his mission in the first place.

'Where is that slut!" An old man yelled and turned in Brendax direction, he saw the girl he was looking for standing behind Brendax.

'Give her to me." The perverted old man yelled.

'She slapped me because I asked to be with her for a night. She doesn't know who I am, I will order my men to fuck her until she starts to bleed."

Brendax groaned.
'Aren't you one of the president's men? Do you know who I am?" Brendax face changed from its normal tone to a livid one.

The old man who didn't recognize Brendax face before recognized him quickly.
'You are the new executive assistant?! I am very sorry, forgive me!!"

'You hurt my girlfriend and you want me to forgive you?" Brendax raised his brows arrogantly.

'No, I'm very sorry!" The man fell to his knees with tears gushing out of his eyes.

'Darling, what do you want me to do to this man?"

The young lady who stood behind Brendax seemed to pity the old man, she shook her head and tell Brendax to release him as she wasn't interested in anything but her safety.

'Fine! Go and never come back!" Brendax yelled and the old man ran away.

The young lady who stood behind Brendax breathed out once the old man was gone. She was about to go away after muttering a 'thank you" but Brendax held her hand quickly, his grip was firm and gentle at the same time.

'Remember you said you will do anything?" He winked.
'I booked a room which might end up going to waste but since you are here...."

The young lady gasped.