Warning!!!
This chapter contains steamy and sexual content!!!
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Alex had completely changed plans without informing me. We arrived at a location that was different from what he had mentioned before, and it clearly wasn’t his house-it turned out to be a very upscale restaurant. As soon as I walked in, I felt everyone stares on me. I swallowed nervously and turned to the waiter who was approaching.
“Do you have a reservation?” he asked politely, and I glanced back at the driver behind me.
“She’s with Mr. Gray,” the driver said, and the waiter blinked in surprise before nodding.
He gestured for me to follow him, and I did, taking notice that there were only a few tables in the restaurant. Gradually, I spotted Alex, who was smiling at an older man.
Without realizing it, my hips began to sway more than usual, catching his attention. His smile faded momentarily, replaced by a serious look. He licked his lips, and when our eyes met, his cheerful demeanor returned.
“I knew I made a good choice in a dress,” he whispered, and kissed both my cheeks. I smiled, feeling my face warm in response to his lips on mine.
His hand rested on my waist briefly before he helped me sit down. I noticed Alex was dressed in a suit, which I found incredibly attractive. I gasped quietly, and he fixed his gaze on me.
“You look more beautiful than ever,” he murmured, causing me to blush. Struggling to find a response, I asked, “Why here instead of your house?” He scrunched up his nose in response.
“Don’t you like it here?”
“I love it!” I replied enthusiastically, and he frowned slightly. “I thought you wanted to keep things private…” I added.
“Oh, is that it?” he replied with a chuckle. “Don’t worry, baby, we’ll be just fine,” he said, kissing my hand tenderly.
He played with my ring, and I shared that my father had given it to me before he departed. “I think it was his way of saying he wouldn’t be back,” I admitted with a hint of sadness, prompting a sympathetic smile from Alex.
“When was the last time you saw him?” he asked, and I sighed.
“A long time,” I replied, feeling downcast. A waiter approached us then, offering a drink.
“The finest champagne for Miss Moore,” he said, attempting to lighten the mood with a French accent, which made me laugh.
As I took a sip, I found it sweet and smooth. “So, you drink alcohol?” Alex inquired, and I shake my head.
“This is only my second time,” I replied, and he nodded, amused.
As we continued enjoying our drinks, I turned to Alex. “How do you afford all this-your car, your house, the driver, the fancy dinner, everything?”
He shrugged, saying, “I have a very wealthy family.” I nodded, and at that moment, our food arrived.
It looked like a small portion, but everything was presented beautifully. I started eating, trying to emulate Alex’s poised demeanor, though I might not have succeeded, as he chuckled at my attempts.
Finishing my dish quickly, dessert followed-a small chocolate cake. I took the smallest spoon available and dug in.
“This cupcake is divine!” I exclaimed, trying to pace myself but unable to resist its deliciousness. I glanced at Alex, who was already finished and watching me intently. Once I cleaned my plate, I felt his hand on my knee.
“Do you want to do something or go to my house?” he asked. I shrugged in response.
“What do you prefer?” I questioned.
“Let’s go to my house,” he whispered, and I nodded. We stood and thanked the staff. Alex embraced the man he’d spoken to earlier, and we left, our arms linked.
Smiling, we entered Alex’s car, and I found myself captivated by his looks-his jaw, hands, and piercing eyes made him undeniably attractive.
Noticing my gaze, Alex smirked. “You’re not wearing a bra, are you?” he teased, and I shook my head. “Perfect,” he mumbled with a sly grin.
I laughed softly and intertwined my fingers with his as he drove.
Arriving at his home, he assisted me out of the car before guiding me inside. The moment the door closed, he pulled me in close and kissed me.
We began slowly, but things quickly heated up, his hands gliding over my body as we explored each other with our kisses. My hands moved to his neck, and he lifted me, wrapping my legs around his waist as he headed upstairs.
Once in his bedroom, I noticed the space was adorned with candles and roses, setting an intimate mood. Alex appeared nervous as he rubbed the back of his neck and confessed that he had planned to share something special with me that evening. I felt a mix of emotions hearing this.
“Why all this decoration?” I asked, and he admitted he had never taken someone’s virginity before and wanted it to be meaningful. Feeling touched, I drew closer and kissed him.
As things progressed, I guided him to unbutton his shirt, urging him to take me. The moment was filled with an eager sense of anticipation.
Alex knelt before me, removing my heels with tender kisses on my feet and moving upward, kissing my abdomen, that sweet warmth sending shivers through me.
I sighed contentedly and urged him to let me touch him, and he obliged, meeting my gaze with affection as I caressed his shoulders. Things became passionate, and I felt my heart racing.
But then he pulled away and walk to his drawer, opened it and brought out a silver package from it, panic washed over me. Alex soothed me, assuring me that if I changed my mind, it was okay.