I paced back and forth inside my room, and the longer it took me to decide, the longer he had to wait outside, but who cares? Nobody told him to come an hour earlier! I took a deep breath before I put on my bathrobe and went to open the door.
“I’m not yet ready. Can you wait in the car?” I asked him because there’s no way I would let him inside the unit when I was alone and technically naked!
“I’m already here,” he announced and pushed the door wide open and invited himself in.
I followed him to the living room and yelled when he sat comfortably as if it was his house. “Hey, that’s rude!” I reprimanded his rudeness.
Lance stared at me, and when his eyes began to travel all over my body, I glared at him, but he only smiled and said, “I bet that you have nothing on under the bathrobe.”
I gasped for air after hearing his statement and thought to hide in my room. “Do you want me to write something about sexual harassment in addition to your current issue?” I threatened him, and he became docile as a lamb. I smirked at him before I walked towards my room.
“How about coffee?” Lance inquired, and when I looked at him, he dared to wink at me.
“If you want coffee, go and make it,” I told him, and before closing the door, I didn’t bother to look to see if he went to the kitchen.
“Hey, wait!”
Lance tried to stop me, but I was unstoppable! It didn’t take me long to get dressed, and I was back in the living room in a matter of minutes. “I’m ready,” I had to say again because Lance was engrossed in the television as if he hasn’t watched a television show before. Slowly, he turned to face me, but I couldn’t tell what he was thinking. The man’s expression was blank, and it was hard to read his mind.
“All right, let’s go,” he announced, and he was the one who got up first and strolled towards the door. He opened it for me, and he acted like a true gentleman.
“Are you dissatisfied with my ensemble?” When we were in the elevator, I asked him a question. I chose to wear my tattered blue jeans and sneakers instead of an appropriate dress for a dinner date. I chose a decent white blouse as my top and layered a jacket over it.
I went with a more laid-back look for a romantic dinner, but I chose a location where I could eat comfortably. After all, Lance and I were not in a relationship!
Lance scanned my overall appearance for the first time, and when he announced his decision, a line appeared on his forehead. He said, “That will do.”
“Didn’t you think I’d be dressed up in a nice gown or something?” While we were walking to his car, I teased him.
“I don’t think so. I know you, Alexa, and I know you’ll seize every chance to be rebellious when the opportunity arises. So, where do you want to eat?” Before starting the car, Lance asked a question.
“I don’t really care. We can have chicken at Jollibee or burgers in Mcdo. I don’t really care,” I replied, but he was suddenly grumpy. “What’s wrong?”
“Have you forgotten that I’m allergic to chicken?” He inquired and snapped my brows together before I opened my mouth to respond.
“Did you tell that you were allergic to chicken?” I responded with a question, and before he could rebut my inquiry, I was prepared to chastise him even more. “In case you have forgotten, since it happened five years ago, let me remind you that you even withheld your real name back then.”
“I did it to protect you!” He insisted.
“Don’t bother to explain,” I stopped him before he could run his mouth to explain the things he did in the past.
“I’m sure it will be hard to forgive me,” he stated while we travelled down the road towards the downtown.
“Did you ask for forgiveness?”
“No,” he replied immediately.
“Then, don’t talk about it,” I told him.
My eyes widened when we entered the parking area for a famous hotel near my workplace. I’ve been a regular customer in their restaurant because of Dimitri. My boss loved their sushi and ice cream, and he would usually be asked the staff to join him in the restaurant.
“Why here?” I asked him after he parked the car in Basement 1.
“Why not? The hotel belongs to the group,” he replied.
I furrowed my brows at his statement because there’s no way it belonged to his company. “No, you’re lying,” I said.
“I’m not lying, Alexa. We just acquired this hotel, and I think the deal was sealed about a month ago. In your line of job, it’s impossible to believe that you’re not updated,” he stated.
I arched my brows at his sarcastic remarks because he was trying to tell me that I was plain stupid or ignorant about what’s going on with their business. “I don’t think I’ll be able to eat with you tonight,” I informed him that it would be impossible to dine with someone who loathed on my presence.
“I was kidding,” he mentioned.
I shook my head and said, “No, you weren’t kidding at all. You tried to insult me!”
“I’m sorry,” he apologized.
To hear him apologize was new to my ear. It wasn’t his style to apologize without a valid reason, but instead of probing too much about the apology, I decided to ignore it. “You better treat me with good food tonight,” I warned him.
“I’m planning to,” he replied.
Lance looked casual and yet good-looking in a pair of blue denim pants and a white basic tee. I closed my eyes even though it was dark inside the car. I reminded myself to stop looking at the gorgeous man beside me.
He declared, ‘Let’s go.”
I replied, “Good,” and pushed the door open, but he stopped me, and after he got out of the car, he ran to open the damn door for me, even though it wasn’t necessary. I inquired, “Are you attempting to be a gentleman?”
“No, Alexa, I am always a gentleman, and you know it.” He said something in response.
We’re almost at the restaurant, and I didn’t want to draw attention to ourselves, so I chose to remain silent. Even though Lance was unrecognizable in his baseball cap and plainclothes, we chose the table at the far end. “Hey, why don’t you remove your cap right now?”
“Actually, we don’t need to worry about this because I don’t mind if people recognize me.” After removing it from his head, he made an announcement.
“Then you should have told me that earlier,” I hissed at him, trying to keep my voice in check, but he didn’t faze at my death stare.
He said, “I enjoyed it.”
“You’re impossible!” I was kicking myself for going to dinner with him because he was still the same arrogant jerk who made my heart skip a beat with his careless remarks. Lance managed to agitate the demon within me before our dinner was served, but I kept my cool, or it would be difficult to digest anything.
When we entered the restaurant, it was obvious that the staff has no idea who was their new boss. They greeted us as they would normally do for every guest. Then, someone led the way to our table.
“Was the harem true?” I asked him as soon as we were seated.
“You should have asked before you published it and ruined my reputation,” he said, and he was absolutely correct!
“That woman from your public relations department was competent, so she should be able to devise a strategy to mitigate the damage.” I shouldn’t be saying those words to him as a journalist, but deep down, I knew he wasn’t a bad person, and I hated myself for falling into Layla’s deception! I could only blame my hatred for the man on the fact that I had temporarily lost focus and subconsciously desired to harm him.
“Of course, Alexa, but burying a scandal would take some time. Anyway, let’s not talk about it any longer. What’s done is done,” he said, and I just stared at him for a second because it was so cool!
We stopped talking about anything else when our dinner was served and concentrated on the food. The restaurant catered an eat you can get menu, but he chose to be served with an ala carte meal.
We both had steaks for dinner, and as soon as we finished it, I sagged in my chair and stared at him for the longest time. When the dessert I ordered was served with a hot chocolate drink, Lance summoned the waiter and ordered some beer.
“Do you have the ability to consume alcohol?” He inquired about my alcohol tolerance, and I assured him that I was capable of doing so.
“Of course!” I replied.
“Great,” he said.
I regret lying about my alcohol tolerance because just after a few minutes of taking in some alcoholic drinks, my world began to spin, and I realized I’d had enough. I should have stopped drinking, but I pretended to be fine and kept drinking until my mouth couldn’t stop blabbering.
“Are you always this laid-back?” While trying to focus on his face, which had become a little blurry due to my vision, I asked him.
“Can you tell me what you’re talking about?” He was perplexed at my inquiry.
“Why did you abandon me before?” He tried to cover my mouth with his hand when I asked in a thunderous voice.
Lance pressed his lips together and stared at me, saying, “I didn’t see that coming, but I’ve already told you that I had to make a choice.”
When I asked a follow-up question, the corner of my lips moved, but my eyes never left his face. “Are you aware of what happened to my family and me as a result of your treachery?” Lance was taken aback by the abrupt change in our conversation, but he needed to know the truth. “When my father tried to find you, he was killed in a hit-and-run accident, and you know what’s even worse? After all the discrimination I received for getting myself pregnant, I was expelled from school, and the baby was lost.”
“Alexa, you’re inebriated. Let’s go,” Lance said, pulling a few bills from his wallet to pay for our meal.
“Don’t touch me!” I stood up after yanking his hand away, but my body swayed. He supported me with his arm, and the two of us could exit the restaurant together. When we got inside the car, I told him I was sleepy because I could barely open my eyes and had a terrible headache!
“All right, I’ll take you home right away.” He said something, but before he could start his car, I grabbed his face and kissed his lips.
Lance attempted to push me away, but I was adamant. I knew it wasn’t the alcohol, but I had the courage to do it anyway and later blamed it on the alcohol. I suggested provocatively, “Let’s get a room.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He inquired, and I responded with a nod.
As we walked into the hotel, Lance put his hands on my waist. He went straight to the front desk and booked a room for the night, and we proceeded to the elevator and took the lift as soon as we were given the room key.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asked again, and I agreed with a nod of my head.
Lance suspected I was playing with him, so I demonstrated my intent by staring into his eyes for a few seconds before grabbing him by the collar and kissing him passionately. After I let go of his lips, I whispered the words into his ear, “I want you.” He must have assumed that because we weren’t together, I’d become a loose cannon over the years.
After the kiss, his voice faltered, but he refused to let go of my waist, and his hand remained there. He almost carried me into the room when we got out of the elevator. Even if I was slightly inebriated, I insisted on walking because it would be embarrassing.
Lance undressed me as soon as we entered the hotel room, and when he unfastened my brassiere, I gasped for air. As I watched his hands move to cup my breast, my chest heaved up and down.
I arched my back and looked up at the ceiling as he began to caress my boobs, but Lance took advantage of the opportunity to plant a kiss on my neck. His tongue licked the skin beneath my chin as well as the hollow at the base of my neck. I moaned as his tongue drew pleasure from me, especially when he traced soft feathery kisses behind my ear.
Lance suddenly enveloped one of my boobs with his mouth and gently sucked on it, and I bit my lower lip. When his tongue played with my nipples, my hand went to the back of his head and grabbed some of his hair.
Before he carried me to the bed, I lost control of my body and allowed him to conquer every inch of my skin. When he pulled down my pants and underwear, he didn’t hear any objections from me. Even though my eyes were a little drowsy from the alcohol I had consumed earlier, I watched in awe as he began to remove his t-shirt and pants as well.
Lance’s well-sculpted body drew my attention, and I was astounded that he had been able to maintain his physique for so long. Those rock-hard abs were still there. I’d be a hypocrite if I told him he couldn’t have me because he’s magnificent from head to toe.
“You still have the option to say no,” he said, but I refused and shook my head.
I replied seductively, holding my arms out to him, “I still want you. Are you sure you don’t want me as well?” When I noticed the hesitation in his eyes, I asked him. He must have assumed I was so inebriated and had no idea what I was doing. I smirked as I sat up and pulled him into bed with me.
When I went on his top and lowered my mouth to kiss him, he whispered my name, “Alexa…”
Lance didn’t waste any more time and continued the kiss that I had begun. His hands groped my boobs as our tongues battled inside our mouths like swords. I gradually ground my hips above him as he struggled with my softness until he became as hard as iron.
“Let me make love to you, Alexa,” he said as he shifted our positions in an instant. Then he was inside me, and our bodies began to rock in an invisible rhythm.
I closed my eyes and savoured every moment of his passionate desire. I moaned loudly with his name as his thrust became deeper and harder. It had been far too long since I felt loved in bed, and I was missing it.
When he increased the speed of his movement, I called out for his name, and he covered my mouth with him, and I moaned continuously.
Slowly opening my eyes, I noticed him staring at me as he moved faster. Our eyes, like our bodies, were locked together, and it was the most erotic feeling I’d ever felt.
Reading several erotic novels had not prepared me for the intense rush of pleasure I felt while staring into my partner’s eyes as he delivered the final and most powerful thrust. It was incredibly satisfying to both my body and soul and I clutched him tightly as my body trembled with joy.
Lance took me to the pinnacle of happiness throughout the night, and I couldn’t say no to him even once. We satisfied each other’s cravings and only stopped when our bodies were exhausted before trying again.
When I awoke, the room was slightly dimmed, and I was initially disoriented because the space was unfamiliar to me. When I saw a man on his stomach, my eyes widened in terror, but when I remembered what had happened, I gasped for air. Slowly, I untangled his hand from my tummy and pushed myself out of bed.
I gave in to Lance’s seduction once more and shared a bed with him. I despised him and his guts, and I had no right to forget what he had done to me! I clenched my teeth as I remembered how I had started it all!
“Don’t leave me,” he whispered, and when I looked at him, he pleaded with his eyes so that I wouldn’t leave him.