Chapter 49

Looking at his phone, he was glad that her snap chat location was on. Almost immediately, he arrived at bar, he was quick to reach the club first where he saw a crowd of people gathered around a table.

Dylan ignored them and looked around, he knew that Alexia would never be amongst the crowded people because she hated anything gossips and she loved to mind her Buiness.

He looked at VIP spot by the right side with lots of blue gleaming lights spread across the beautiful place. There was no one there until he heard the loud voice of people aimed at a strong lady who stood on the table.
'Strip!"

'STrip!"

'Strip!"

Dylan ignored the yelling and moved forward to look for Alexia, he knew that Alexia would never be part of these shenanigans. He walked further looking for any sign of Alexia until he saw an auburned haired waitress who was clearing the table nearest to him.

'Did you see a lady with dark long hair, dressed In a office suit and really pretty." He tried his best to describe her.

The waitress raised an eyebrow and looked behind him. Right behind him, a lady that fit his description stood on a large table dancing and twisting her waist.

Dylan followed the eyes of the waitress, he was shocked to see her family dark waist length hair. She was dressed in office suit looking as hot as ever. Noticing that her skin were exposed and she was only wearing singlet and bra at the top side, his blood boiled. He looked like he was ready to kill and he soon found his first target walking closer to Alexia excitedly.

The red haired man, Grey didn't know that someone was surfing through the crowds in bad temper aiming for him until he was dragged backward and pushed in the nose. Blood streamed down his nose while his vision went blurry from the impact of the blow.

Dylan was so angry but he didn't want to waste time hitting the ridiculous red haired man so he walked past him and stopped in front of Alexia. Alexia recognised him quickly, her anger morphing into a playful one. She bent as standing on the table made her inches taller than him. She began to hit his chest playfully and muttering some unknown words until Dylan scooped her on his shoulder.

Everyone stared as he carried her on his shoulder like some weightless chicken. He turned around, walking past Grey again but not without to push Grey back to the floor with his feet. With this, he walked past the crowd who watched him as though he was some kind of superman, a wrestle possibly John cena - the wrestler.

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Opening her eyes, a wave of pain visited her head making her hold them as she sat up. She looked around the room, wondering where she was until she saw the large window which took over the right side of the wall. One could look over the city from the window. The views are usually better at night.

'Why am I in Dylan's room? Did we fuck?!"

'Of course not, I couldn't possible sleep work a drunk ass woman!" Dylan stood at the food frame with a coffee mug in his hand. He looked like a freshly baked bread in his pajamas and light blue shirt. His hair was rough but still looked good on his perfectly shaped face.

Alexia couldn't toss away the handsomeness of his face and the effect it had on her. How much she wanted to touch his sleepy face? His swollen lips and the sleep marks on his face?

Sighing, she got out of the bed, reaching for her shirt which was laid on the chair tucked into the reading table. Alexia was quick to wear it over her head before planning to leave before she would change her mind and start kissing the man looking dead ass gorgeous in front of her.

However, Dylan dropped his coffee mug quickly, he held her hand quick stopping her from moving. He pressed her against the door frame, taking in her Hazel eyes and dark hair. He pressed her hand by her side, retaining her to the spot.

He didn't say anything and she didn't either. The duo spent more seconds staring at each other, giving their minds the freedom to take in the features of one another. Something they had not been able to do, they did it now and none of them said a word to themselves.

Until the memory came back hunting Alexia.
'Fuck, I can't believe you kissed her... Twice!" Alexia shouted and pushed him away but he didn't buldged. God knows if he left her alone she would storm out of his house and he would never have this kind of chance with her again.

'Alexia, listen to me. I..."

'What do you want to say? That you made a mistake? Mistake doesn't come twice, okay? It doesn't!" Alexia blurted, breathing heavily as though she was racing for the words that came out of her mouth.

Dylan didn't know what to say at this point. How would he explain to her that he only wanted to fuck her, he was clouded by his pride of getting all the girls he wanted except Kylie. Without making it seem like because he had slept with her, she lost her value when in fact, she alone retains his heart.

She alone was the only woman he fucked and wanted more. The only woman that resides in his brain, the sex; her moans, her squirt, her shaking, the way she held his cock into her and the way she swallows gently anytime he pushes himself into her.

Looking at her, it was all he thought about. However, how will she understand? If he could open his heart to her, he would.
It was true that Alexia would never understand. Can a playboy truly be mesmerized by sex that he can gets from million of other girls?

'Cat caught your tongue now? You can't say anything? I am right, you are in love with Kylie so leave me the hell alone.!" Alexia yelled then tried to push him off but he only caged her, trapping her within his embrace. His scent taking her off balance, his breathe hitting her neck. Her heart pounding faster and faster against her chest. Her legs wanting to run but her heart wanting to embrace him and grasp his scent, his sweetness, his effect on her. She wanted to be dazzled, dazzled by him, his touch, his kiss, his hands, his legs, his cock, his entire being. She wanted it.