Warning!!!
This chapter contains steamy and sexual content!!!
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**WhatsApp Alex**
Love.
Answer me, please.
Don’t make me come find you.
Nina!
Love!
Darling, please respond.
Nina, I’m losing my mind! Call me!
I’ll do anything, just come back home, love.
It’s not what you think.
Let me just explain.
I love you!
You really should respond to him, I hear James’ voice and can’t help but roll my eyes.
Aren’t weekends your days off? I ask, raising my brows at him.
You think I’m here to babysit you? he replies, and I shrug. He denies it – I’m just here for the free drinks, he says, making me laugh. – What did he do this time? I stutter, and he insists he’s trustworthy.
I arrived at his place as usual today, but this time without a heads up. I climbed the stairs to find him in boxers, hugging a girl in his room. As I mention this, my anger begins to rise again.
Sighing, I get up and head towards the drink bar.
My parents are out, I have the house keys, and James is here. A few drinks won’t hurt.
Grabbing a shot from the bar, I down it, feeling the burn in my chest and throat.
Then I notice a guy with black hair and blue eyes looking my way. I smile at him and take another shot.
“How’s it going?” he asks out of the blue. I chuckle, lick my lips, and shake my head as I make my way to the dance floor.
Stepping into the crowd, I start dancing.
Then I sense someone moving closer to me.
“Won’t you answer my question?” he repeats. I give him a playful look and dance nearer to him.
“All right,” I reply, and he smiles. He wraps his hands around my hips, and we start moving together. My phone buzzes, and I glance down:
“Please come home, let me explain.”
“Is he your boyfriend?” the guy asks. I put my phone away and meet his gaze, running my hands along his neck.
“I don’t have a boyfriend,” I whisper in his ear, and he laughs.
I step off the dance floor and take two more shots. This isn’t working; damn it!
“I think it would help if you had about six more,” he jokes. I make a face, and he says, “I can take them with you,” which makes me smile and nod.
He orders six shots, and we start counting and taking them. After five minutes, I can feel the effects kicking in. He orders even more, and we drink them down.
That’s when I lost control.
I’m dancing against the guy, and I can’t stop moving. I turn around, and we’re practically glued together. My hands go around his neck, and I feel his hands on my waist as I tangle my fingers in his hair. Then he kisses me, and I pull away quickly.
“You’re so hot,” he breathes, and I gasp. “Do you want to go somewhere else?” I didn’t reply-not because I don’t want to, but because no words come out.
Alex is going to be so mad.
“Leave her alone, idiot!” I hear someone yell, and suddenly the guy is gone. I try to see clearly, but everything is blurry.
Then someone grabs my arm and pulls me off the dance floor. We stop at the open bar, and I manage to take two more shots. I drink one, but someone rough snatches the other from me.
“What are you doing?” he asks, narrowing his eyes. “Damn it, you’re way too drunk.”
“James?” I call out, and he sighs. “James!” I shout, hugging him, and he steadies me by holding my waist. “Take me to Emily,” I plead, but he shakes his head and pulls me away a bit. “Please,” I beg.
“If Alex finds out you’re this drunk, he will freak out,” he warns, and I pout.
“My voice is fine,” I insist, and he chuckles.
“Come on, let’s get you out of here,” he says, but I start throwing a fit. “Alex will go nuts if he sees you like this.”
“Alex? To hell with him!” I yell, bursting into laughter. Then I lean against James. “I love you, James. You always look after me,” I say in a playful tone-what am I doing?
“Sure, whatever,” he replies, moving ahead while I throw a mini tantrum.
“My feet hurt,” I sulk. Suddenly, James scoops me up under my legs, and I laugh. “It’s like you’re carrying me off on our honeymoon,” I giggle, starting to hum a wedding tune. He laughs along.
“Seriously, alcohol is bad for you,” he mutters, and I laugh loudly. “Nina, this isn’t even funny; stop.” I playfully tug at the collar of his shirt.
“Where are your tattoos?” I pout, and he says, “I don’t have any.”
“Get one, right here,” I suggest, trailing my fingers across his chest. He chuckles and asks why.
“I just like chest tattoos,” I whisper. He licks his lips.
He then places me in a car, heading for the driver’s seat.
“Oh no, someone’s kidnapping me!” I sing, and he shakes his head, smiling. “Where are you taking me, Jaaames?” I drag out his name, repeating, “Nice name, Jaaames! It’s hot!”
“It’s December; how can it be hot?” he quips, and I shrug.
I take off my jacket, complaining.
“Get out,” he tells me, and I comply, nearly tripping but catching myself. My vision is completely hazy.
“I wanna sleeeeep,” I drawl, impressed by how nice his house is, “Jaaames!”
“We haven’t even gone in yet,” he responds, grabbing me again.
I stumble with him as he guides me into his house.
“What on earth did you do?” a voice demands irritably. I squint to see, but it’s unclear.
“Crap,” I mutter as James sets me down, and I almost topple over until someone catches me.
I blink a few times and see Alex in front of me.
“Wow,” I mumble, taking him in. “I can’t believe this, Alex. Stupid alcohol!” I laugh, feeling Alex push me inside while he carries me up the stairs. “Where are we going?” I ask.
“Get off, you drunk,” Alex says, laughing at me.
“I’m not drunk,” I protest, but he just chuckles. “James, help me!” I yell, starting to kick out as my weight drags me down, but he’s too strong. “Go find your wife!” I shout, and he lets go.
I scrunch my face as he hugs me, and then he bursts into laughter.
“That woman was my sister,” he mutters, wrapping his arms around me.
“That’s nonsense! She’s nothing like you; I don’t want to see your silly face,” I spat, but he hugs me tightly.
“Darling, I only need you,” he whispers, and I scrunch my nose at the sentiment. “Nina, I love you; I would never betray you,” he adds softly, and it makes me tear up.
He begins to stroke my hair.
“You’re lying,” I murmur, and Alex shakes his head. He then pulls out his phone.
“Look,” he says, showing me some photos of him with that girl from earlier.
He then shows me one from when they were younger and another with a woman who looks older.
“She’s my mom,” he says softly, looking into my eyes. I meet his gaze and give an awkward smile. “I’d never be with anyone else as long as I have you,” he laughs, and I grimace.
“I’m sorry,” I say, feeling embarrassed. He shakes his head.
“If I had found you with a guy in your underwear, I’d react the same way,” he assures me. He kisses me, and I kiss him back slowly. “Come on, my little alcohol princess. I’ll give you a cold bath and a nice dinner; let’s see if that stops you from getting so wasted again,” he laughs, and I roll my eyes while smiling.
“I’m not drunk,” I insist, and he raises an eyebrow.
“Your voice tells a different story.”
“My voice says I’m fine-really. Listen… I’m not drunk. See?” I say, and he grins, caressing my waist.
“Do you know what my voice says?” he whispers, and I blink a few times, shaking my head. “It says that I’m going to fuck you like never before,” he murmurs against my ear before pushing me against the wall. I moan and smile.
“Oh, look who it is, DADDY,” I laugh, and he tears my shirt.
“Right where it belongs,” he hums, and in the next moment, his cock was already inside me,. I cry out in pleasure.
“What are you doing, Alex?”
“Making you feel good,” he says.
As the pleasure builds, I scream, “harder Daddy, harder, Fuck me harder Daddy!” I begged, my voice trembling.
I cried out, overwhelmed with pleasure as he thrust deeper and faster into me, I felt the rush of ecstasy.
“I’m going to cum Daddy!” | exclaimed.
Alex’s intensity increased, and we both cum.