CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
ALEX DAVALO
I was locked in my room, my hand wrapped around my hard cock, stroking as I leaned against the headboard.
My mind wandered to the last time I’d done this, hidden in the locker room at school, trying to get myself to cum. I know the memories were still clear because Nadia had walked in, not necessarily because I was pleasing myself in school.
She walked in unintentionally and I expected that she’d instantly close her eyes and run away but instead, she stayed, watching me as my hands moved against my thick hard cock. I could swear that I noticed how she continuously swallowed as she stared at me.
One moment that still stuck was when I made her knee in front of me, with her lips wrapping around me while her tongue worked my cock in ways I had not imagined that day.
I’d gone to the locker room that day because I was painfully horny, desperate after seeing those cheerleaders in their skimpy uniforms. I hadn’t wanted to waste time sweet-talking anyone; I just needed release. With the way my wolf gnawed at me, I knew I had to pleasure myself without wasting any time.
The memory sent a shiver down my spine, and I stroked harder, imagining her hands replacing mine. The way her eyes locked with mine, burned into my brain and her soft moans whenever I bit her nipples and fingered her tight vagina made me almost climax.
I squeezed my eyes shut, reliving every moment of her mouth on me, the warmth, the wetness. My hand moved faster, chasing the pleasure she’d given me that day. My breathing grew ragged as I got closer, the tension building in my body until I couldn’t hold back any longer.
With a guttural groan, I came, the release making my legs tremble. My chest heaved as I lay back, my hand sticky, my mind still replaying every image of Nadia especially as we were naked in the bathroom the other time.
Before I could catch my breath, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I grabbed it, swiping away the sweat from my brow.
It was a text from Phil. It was to inform me that he had a gift from Nadia for me. The moment I saw her name on the screen, a wave of anger washed over me.
My grip on the phone tightened, and I could feel the tension in my jaw as I dialed his number. “Did you fucking tell her that I was the one who gave you the money to give her?” I spat, my voice laced with fury.
“No, Alex. I didn’t tell her, I swear,” Phil’s voice quivered, the fear palpable through the line. He knew better than to lie to me, but I was in no mood to be merciful.
“You had better be telling the truth,” I warned, my tone cold and menacing. Phil didn’t need a reminder of what I was capable of; the memories of what had happened to others who crossed me were likely fresh in his mind.
“I swear on everything, Alex, she doesn’t know. She thinks it’s from a stranger,” he assured me, his voice trembling slightly. “She doesn’t have a clue it was from you.”
“Good,” I growled. “Bring it over to my place.”
There was a brief silence on the other end, likely Phil wondering if I was going to ask him to come in person. I wasn’t. I wasn’t in the mood to see anyone, especially him. “I’ll get one of my men to pick it up from you,” I added, cutting off whatever he was about to say. Without waiting for a response, I hung up.
Minutes later, there was a knock at my door. I didn’t bother to respond; the man entered anyway, carrying a small envelope in his hand. “Is that what he gave you?” I asked, eyeing the envelope skeptically.
“Yes,” he said, holding it out to me.
I took the envelope from him, surprised by its weight-or rather, the lack of it. Just a letter? “You can leave,” I said, waving him off. He nodded and left quietly, closing the door behind him.
For a moment, I just stood there, staring at the envelope. It felt strange to be holding something so personal, something Nadia had written with her hand. I almost didn’t want to open it, almost wanted to toss it into the fire and pretend it never existed. But I couldn’t resist. Something inside me, something I couldn’t quite name, urged me to see what she had to say.
With a sharp intake of breath, I tore open the envelope and pulled out the folded piece of paper inside. Her handwriting was neat, the letters small and precise. As I began to read, I found myself drawn into her words, unable to stop until I had read every last one.
The words hit me harder than I expected. I read them again, then a third time, each sentence lingering in my mind long after I had moved on to the next. I felt a strange mix of emotions swirling within me-pride, satisfaction, and something else, something unfamiliar. It was as if her gratitude had touched a part of me I had long since buried, a part I didn’t want to acknowledge.
I should have felt nothing. I had given her the money for my reasons, not out of the kindness of my heart. And yet, reading her words, knowing how much it meant to her, I couldn’t help but feel something. It made me angry-angry at myself for caring, and angry at her for making me care.
Just then, the door opened, and Sandro walked in. My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly folded the letter, stuffing it back into the envelope and shoving it into my pocket. “What do you want?” I tried to sound casual.
How could I even say that to him!?
“Oh, what did I even say?” I quickly said, feigning a smile.
Sandro gave me a long, hard look. “Are you alright, Alex?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern. I knew he wasn’t going to be fooled by my attempt to act normal.
“I’m fine,” I lied, meeting his gaze with a steady one of my own. Sandro and I were close, closer than anyone else in my life, but there were some things even he didn’t need to know.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing me, but he didn’t press the issue. “Alright,” he said slowly, though I could tell he wasn’t entirely convinced. “Just checking in. I have a date with some random girl,” he announced, his eyes still on me.
“You never get tired of them, do you?” I asked.
“Well, everyone can’t be the same. I love them in different shapes and sizes,” he casually said. He came closer to me, looking into my eyes even more intently. “Are you sure you’re okay, Alex?” he asked, sounding concerned.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. He stood there for another moment, his eyes searching mine before he finally turned and left the room. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I had been holding, relieved that he hadn’t pried any further.
As soon as Sandro was gone, I pulled the letter out again. I didn’t want to look at it, didn’t want to feel whatever it was that had been stirred up inside me. But I couldn’t help myself. I read it again, letting the words sink in, feeling them tug at something deep within me.
The next couple of days were torture. I couldn’t get Nadia’s letter out of my mind. Her words echoed in my head, day and night until I was sick of hearing them. I hated that she had this effect on me, hated that I was even thinking about her at all. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to care, not even one bit.
But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the feeling that was growing inside me, the feeling that I was starting to like her. It was ridiculous, I knew that. I barely knew much about her, and what I did know wasn’t enough to justify the way she was occupying my thoughts. But it didn’t matter. The more I tried to push her out of my mind, the more she seemed to take up space there.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. This had to stop. I needed to end this before it went any further. I grabbed my phone and called Phil, my fingers gripping the device tightly as I waited for him to pick it up.
“Hello?” Phil’s voice came through the line, cautious and uncertain.
“Phil, listen to me,” I said, my voice low and firm. “I need you to do something for me.”
“Sure, Alex, anything,” he replied quickly, eager to please.
“Tell Nadia to never send me any letters again,” I ordered, my tone leaving no room for argument. “I don’t want to hear from her again. Do you understand?”
There was a brief silence on the other end, and I could almost hear Phil’s confusion. “But why?” he asked, clearly puzzled by my sudden change in attitude. “She was grateful, Alex. She didn’t mean any harm-”
“I don’t care,” I cut him off, my voice sharp. “Just tell her that the stranger doesn’t want any more letters. She needs to understand that this was a one-time thing. No more contact.”
Phil hesitated for a moment, and I could sense his reluctance. “Okay,” he finally said, his voice subdued. “I’ll tell her.”
“Good,” I replied curtly. “And Phil… make sure she understands.”
“I will,” he promised.
After I hung up, I stared at the phone in my hand, feeling a strange mix of emotions-regret, relief, and something else I couldn’t quite identify.
As I sat there in the silence of my room, the letter still clutched in my hand, I realized that getting rid of Nadia from my thoughts was going to be a lot harder than I had anticipated…
Maybe bullying her even more would help.