Aria saw her first, and she made us stop to look. I know why, she saw that man with her and she’s sick of my attitude. She wants to shoot me with one of her arrows, or so she’s told me a number of times. She’s been staying in my area for her work and is annoying the living hell out of me. But she’s growing on me, and I now understand why she’s so good at what she does. Dominic picked well, she’s a firecracker. Someone you either love or hate. I’m on the verge of both. She was pissed when she came around and didn’t find Bexley at mine, and she immediately took me to task. I dismissed her and she’s decided to annoy me ever since. She’s growing on me, and she doesn’t take my shit and gives it right back. She wants me to fight for Bexley, but she tells me that Bexley is too good for me and I agree.
When I saw her sitting there, with that man’s hands on her, I tried to calm myself. Told myself not to risk everything by going in and shooting him straight in the head. When her eyes landed on mine, and I saw the hurt I’ve inflicted, I knew I didn’t have a right. So I stayed where I was and kept my distance. Though I knew Aria would change that, she’s a fucking meddler that woman. I knew when she walked out, it must’ve had something to do with Aria, and I will make it up to her later. I need to touch her and to taste her. It’s been two torturous months since I’ve had my fill of Bexley, two agonizingly long months.
When I was close enough to smell her, I was instantly hard. She smells of cotton candy. She told me about that man, and I calmed myself with her touch. Now she’s in my arms because I have a feeling my demands won’t work on her any longer.
Her eyes search mine when I push the button on the elevator. I search hers too, missing her more than I’m willing to admit.
“What are we doing, Zeke?” she asks trying to get down. I lift her back up and keep her in my arms. She sighs and drops her head back to my chest. The elevator dings, and I walk out with her in my arms. When I reach my suite, I take her straight into my bedroom, laying her on the bed. She sits up and looks at me.
“You just want sex?” she asks seriously.
“I want you,” I tell her, but sex is what I need right now.
“Only for now,” she says standing, stepping closer to me. “I shouldn’t be here with you, it’s a bad idea,” she says shaking her head, trying to convince herself. But when my hand touches and wraps around her, she comes willingly.
“All the best ideas are bad, Bexley,” I tell her, knowing this for a fact.
“Not with you, they aren’t,” she says leaning up to me. I bring my lips down, touching hers, tasting her. I pull at her clothes, wanting them removed, wanting to feel her. Her dress drops easily, leaving her in just a thin piece of material and no bra.
“Have you missed me, Bexley?” I ask grabbing her ass and squeezing hard. My hands feel their way back up her body, stopping just under her breasts. I push her back so she drops onto the bed. She looks up, her eyes fixated on me. I remove my clothes fast needing her desperately. I grab a condom, undoing it with my teeth and sliding it down. She watches everything I do.
“Looks like you’ve missed me,” she says eyeing my cock. I laugh at her, she makes me smile.
“Oh, yes, I have,” I say leaning down, hovering over her body. “I’ve missed your legs,” I tell her, dragging my hand up her leg. “I’ve missed your pussy, so fucking much,” I say laying my hand over the piece of material that is covering her heat. “I’ve missed these breasts,” I tell her using my teeth to pinch her nipple with my mouth. “But fuck, nothing prepared me for the loss of you,” I say closing in on her, my hands grabbing her face, smashing my lips to hers. She writhes underneath me, bringing herself up a fraction. I slide her panties off and lick my fingers, placing my hand between us and playing with her clit, sucking and licking my way down her body until I reach her breasts and bite into her nipple. That’s the thing with Bexley, she likes it rough. It makes her even wetter. I can’t stand it anymore, I need in her. I can’t prepare her anymore, to make her come first. I need her…I need to fuck her like I’ve missed her.
“Oh, my fucking God,” she screams as I enter her. I try not to laugh, she’s so damn tight. I smile thinking she hasn’t been with anyone since the last time. She arches up, her breasts in my face and her hands in my hair. Trailing their way down, scraping as they do across my back, inflicting pain as she goes.
“Fuck me like it’s the last time you will see me, Zeke,” she says looking at me. I should have stopped then, that’s the moment everything changed. I should’ve known, but I was to lost in her. Like I will always be. She calls me the devil, but it’s her devil ways that have me hooked. I’ve never gone back to a woman, never wanted them again after things have ended. But the moment I saw her, I knew I had to have her.
I throw her legs over my shoulders, lift her up so she’s in the shape of a U and she clings to me. My hands holding her, I pull her up and slam her back down as she screams out in pleasure. I do it again this time harder and faster, wearing both of us out. I fuck her into what I hope will be submission, but I should’ve known better. Known she was not who she said she was. Should have learned more about her. I watch as she comes undone while I’m in her, watch as her head drops back in pure pleasure, and all I can do is be hypnotized by her sheer beauty.
I drop her back onto the bed knowing I’m missing a meeting I should be attending right now and hoping Aria has that covered for me. I lay next to her and watch, as she passes out without a smile on her face.
My phone rings, it’s what wakes me from after my afternoon with Bexley. When I wake, she isn’t there. I grab the phone and see Aria’s name and answer it.
“Please tell me you got laid and you’re no longer a Debbie Downer,” she whines into the phone.
“What do you want, Aria,” I say scratching at my face and waking up.
“Meeting went well. I’m going out tonight. See you at home when I get there,” she says and hangs up. Shit, I forgot to ask how it went. This is what she’s doing to me. This is why we can’t possibly work.
I stand naked from my bed and walk out to the living room of my suite. I’m surprised when I don’t see Bexley. She’s gone. Her clothes are gone, her shoes are gone, everything is gone. I guess she didn’t want to say goodbye, just wanted a revenge fuck.
Love is a game that two play and both win.
~Eva Gabor~
As soon as he was asleep, I was out of there. I didn’t need to stay any longer. It was a mistake to go there in the first place. I shouldn’t have gone, I should have been stronger and walked in the other direction the minute I saw him. Nothing good will come out of being with him. We’re from two entirely different worlds, and I don’t see how they can combine. Unfortunately, I learned this the hard way.
I go straight to the office. I’ve been back at work since I returned, my father requesting so. Tragger is there when I walk in. He looks at me and shakes his head, telling me it’s not a good time to see him. I sit at my desk and do the required paperwork for the day, and get lost in it. By the time my phone starts ringing I notice the time, and two hours have passed since I left Zeke. His voice messages demanding to see me, his texts. I ignore them all.
I watch as my father walks out of his office, pinpointing me and walking straight in my direction. The man he is with, he dismisses like a fly. He stops when he gets to me shaking his head in disappointment. “We need to talk, Bexley.”
I nod my head knowing it was coming, Tragger tells my father everything. Another reason our relationship never worked.
By the time I have finished talking to my father, I’m exhausted and just need to sleep, today has been too long. But when I pull up at my home, Zeke is there waiting for me. Dressed in all black and looking deadly. He stands taller when he sees me, stalks straight to me and grabs my chin and lifts it up. So I’m in his face.