ETHAN AT IT AGAIN

Laura's Pov.

The chaotic and steamy night passed, and it was morning already. Thankfully, my mother-in-law spent the night in her house, so I thought it was going to be a drama-free morning for me until I turned and saw that I was the only one on my bed.

Ethan did come back home last night after storming out in anger. I didn't realize how badly I needed the therapeutic sexual strokes Alexander was giving me until last night.

He fucked me so well that I slept like a baby, refusing to pick up my calls. No one was home, I had the freedom to scream and moan in great pleasure.

“Fuck!” I smiled sheepishly, excited about my life in the past forty-eight hours.

I stretched my hand and reached for my phone to return the numerous calls I had missed, particularly that of Bella and gist her about my illicit sexual escapades when I saw a text from her asking if I was still alive.

I chuckled softly. 

“Hey girl,” her sharp voice rang from the phone speaker immediately I dialed her number. “How are you, are you still alive?”

“C’mon, sex doesn't kill,” I replied.

“Oh, thank goodness you made it. I thought you would be bedridden by now,” she aired. “I heard the argument before you suddenly dropped the phone. I thought there was a caught or something?”

“Yes, there was a caught, but a slight one. We would figure it out,” I answered casually unbothered about whatever decision Ethan decides to take.

“G-i-r-l-l-l,” she yelled. “How did you do it? You have to tell me the latest scoop?” She asked curiously.

“Let's meet at the restaurant in an hour. I will fill you in on everything,” I added.

“Okay then.”

“Yeah, babes,” I hung up the call and dashed into the bathroom.

Pulling off my clothes, my eyes caught a hickey on my hips. I smiled at it and stared at my whole body in the large mirror opposite me.

My nipples were swollen, red and pointy. I felt a slight pain when I touched it, but it was a good pain. A pain from good sucking that I had always longed for.

I let out a sigh of satisfaction and turned on the shower. I washed myself thoroughly and stepped out, dried my body, put on a sexy pink gown and walked out of the room to the kitchen to make something for breakfast.

I didn't get to the kitchen before I perceived the sweet aroma of pancakes and baked chicken.

I hastened my steps because the last time I checked, Lola, Mrs. Harrison's maid, was on a three-week break. 

My jaw dropped when I saw Alexander, flipping pancakes in the pan like a professional chef.

“I didn't know you were skilled at so many things,” I said, smiling widely.

“Bit by bit, you will discover them all,” he smiled back.

“Okay then, I will be patient.” 

“Yeah, so go patiently waiting for your breakfast in the dining palace. It will be ready in a few minutes.”

“Yes chef,’ I teased and left for the dining palace.

I sat down at the dining table, and my mind drifted to Ethan and my mother-in-law. It used to be just the three of us before Alexander arrived, now it looks like it is me and Alexander against them all.

A feeling of unease and guilt tried to creep into my heart, but I ignored it. A few minutes later, Alex walked in with a tray laden with pancakes, baked chicken, and a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

"Wow, this looks amazing!" I exclaimed.

Alexander smiled, setting the tray down in front of me. "I'm glad you like it. I figured you would need a nice breakfast after last night."

I looked up at him, feeling a flutter in my chest. "Thanks, Alexander. You're really sweet."

He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "I'm not sweet, Laura. I'm just taking care of you."

I shivered at his touch, feeling a surge of electricity run through my body

"Thanks for breakfast," I said, trying to sound casual.

Alexander smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Enjoy your meal."

He turned and dragged out a chair, sat on it and began eating.

We ate in silence until my phone buzzed again, this time it was my brother.

I refused to answer the call because he only calls for two reasons: when he needs money or when he gets into trouble.

“You don't want to answer your phone?” Alex asked.

“I would, but not yet, I want to enjoy my meal,” I replied slowly.

He smiled at me and nodded. “Enjoy.”

My phone continued to ring until I finished eating. I dabbed my lips with serviette, informed Alex of my outing, strolled out and hopped into my car in the garage. Driving off to the restaurant, an unknown number called my phone this time.

I ignored my ringing phone and all its callers until I reached the restaurant. Arriving at the restaurant, I sighted Bella already seated, obviously waiting for me.

“I'm surprised you don't have a gossip column in the California newspaper,” I teased, stroking her hair from behind.

“Girl, I have been waiting for you,” she giggled.

“I know you would,” I smiled, gluing my ass on the chair opposite her.

“So what's up?” Her eyes crinkled excitedly.

“Nothing really serious. We fucked,” I blurted out.

“Huh? Who?”

“Him.”

“Who?” Interest grew in her eyes.

“My brother-in-law,” I whispered, biting and licking my lower lips.

“Girl!” She covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes widened.

“He is hot as fuck,” I bragged. “I wish I had married him instead.”

“Wishes aren't horses,” she teased, laughing mockingly.

“Whatever. I fucked him and I don't feel a tinge of regret, shame or guilt.”

“It doesn't make it right though,” Bella retorted.

“I know, but the body wants what it wants,” I protested.

“Mark, two cups of cocktail please,” she called on the bartender. “I hope your mama-in-law never finds out,” she said, turning back to me.

“She would never.”

“You sound like you're never going to stop too.” Her eyes grew bigger, indicating interest.

“Why should I? Man is so endowed and skilled down there,”

“I think you should get yourself a strange man out there and don't indulge in this illicit act again,” she advised.

I rolled my eyes and bit my inner cheeks. “I see nothing wrong in this, he wants me as much as I want him. And he had promised to be discreet about us.”

“Never get too comfortable around the Harrisons,” she warned, sounding serious.

Mark served us our drink. “Here’s to life,” I said, raising the glass.

Bella raised her cup too, clinking them on mine. “Cheers to the end of sexual starvation and a dick full of life,” she teased.

As we took a sip, my phone rang, and this time it was Ethan. My heart skipped as I dropped the cup and picked up my phone with a trembling hand. 

“Sissy, I am in pain,” my brother's voice cried from the phone immediately I picked up the call.