Horny?

Alexander's Pov

Every second felt like eternity without Laura's presence in the house. She didn't mention the exact place she was going, but I knew it was nowhere serious because of the way she was dressed.

I kept spying through my window expecting her to drive in whenever I heard the sound of an engine down the streets.

Stepping into the bathroom, I took a cold bath, at least to smell fresh before she came back.

But my expectations were cut short when Ethan drove in. I spied through my window again, to see him and Laura alighting from the car.

What was more shocking was the state of Laura’s face, and the fact that she didn't come back with the same car she drove out with.

Her face looked swollen, and her eyes were red like she had been crying for hours.

My blood boiled as I watched them walk into the house. What did he do to her? 

After their argument last night, he didn't come back home even after I reached out to him.

Now, he is home with her, and her face looks like she just escaped death. I let out a disgruntled sigh and dressed up quickly, contemplating whether to confront Ethan or just act like I noticed nothing.

“No!” The desire to protect Laura arose again, making me want to grab Ethan and punch him in the face, but I controlled myself.

Finishing dressing up, I headed downstairs to feed my eyes around everything. For all I care, Laura’s safety meant more to me than Ethan's sanity. A real man treats his woman like a queen and if he is not willing to do that, I'm ready to help him.

I was ascending the stairs when I caught Ethan rushing to go out again. “Man, what’s going on? I asked, my eyebrows raised inquisitively.

“Nothing much, mama called,” he answered without looking back at me.

“Okay, I will join you guys by evening,” I muttered, knowing I had no desire to leave Laura alone in this house, not after I had seen the state of her face.

“Okay big brother,” he replied and slammed the door shut.

I waited patiently for Ethan to drive out of the house before ascending the stairs, straight to Laura's room.

“What more do you want?” Her cracking voice yelled at me immediately I stepped into her room. “You’ve ruined my life. You should have just left me alone, you should have walked away,” Laura ranted, crying profusely.

I ignored her emotional words and came close to her. I know Ethan was capable of so much, but I never knew he could stand hurting a woman he married even if he was gay.

“You have ruined my life, Alex, you have ruined my life,” she continued to pour out tears.

“I know you are not in your best state of mind right now, but I need you to calm down and tell me what's going on,” he inquired softly.

“Ethan wants me, you, and my brother dead,” she replied, her voice suddenly sounding calm, cold and cracking.

“How?” I furrowed my forehead in confusion.

“Did he discover the truth?” 

“He almost did,” she replied, shoving the curtain and spying through the window.

“How?” I asked again, more confused than before.

“He is telling me to take him to the club tomorrow and kill the man I fucked.” 

I chuckled. I wanted to ask her how he got to find out, but I knew that wasn't the right question to ask at that moment.

“You and I know you are the man I fucked,” her voice was back.”And for heaven’s sake, I can't kill you.”

“Heaven's sake?” I pointed out.

“Yes, heaven's sake,” she replied firmly.

“Heaven’s or love’s sake? I arched my eyebrows.

“Alexander, does this look like a joke to you? My brother is locked down in that fucking warehouse, and he will be there until I kill you,” she spat, her eyes red and widened.

“Wait, are you saying Ethan is asking you to kill because you fucked another man even after he sexually starved you?” I probed.

“Yes, fucking yes!” She snapped.

“Holy Christ! Laura, I thought you were intelligent. I fucked you that night because you seem bold and smart, what happened to the bold Laura of that night? 

“She is gone, Alexander. She is gone. She wasn't bold either, she was just horny and unbothered,” she explained.

“Good. Now, I want you to be either of the two you mentioned. I want you unbothered or horny. Maybe there's something about my touch that makes you genuinely unbothered,* I tried to tease her.

“Shut the fuck up, Alexander! She snapped again. “I'm not always horny. I lost my mind that night.”

“And you lost it again last night?” 

“Yes…maybe…” she stuttered.

“Well, I don't mind helping you lose it every day,” I whispered.

“You disgust me!”

“You intoxicate me,” I retorted, grabbing her arms and pulling her to myself. “I need you to be unbothered, just the way you were when we first fucked. Tell Ethan to go to hell. He can't do anything to your brother.”

“Huh?” Her eyes squinted.

“He dares not. Threaten to reveal his real sexuality to Mom and see what happens,” I smiled, tweaking her pointy nose.

“You mean I should expose him or threaten to expose him.” 

“You can do both or any. It depends on what you want and when you want it.”

“What if he kills my brother?” Fear etched on her face as she spoke.

“I’m sending the cops to the warehouse right away,” I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed officer Michael's number, but it didn't connect.

“Any good news?” her anxious gaze fixed on my face.

“Not yet,” I replied, forgetting that I was supposed to build the hope I had placed in her heart.

She was going to pull away from me when Officer Micheal picked up my call on the third dial.

“My brother is torturing a young man at my father's warehouse. Go set the man free,” I spoke with so much authority, and she just remained in my arms.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Are you going to be horny now that I have saved you from being bothered?

She smiled and looked away.

“Do you need my help to be horny too?”

“Yes, I always do,” she answered s

hamelessly.

“Go naked, I will help you,” I whispered, running my lips on her ear.