AmeliaI burst into my office, seething with anger and frustration from Alexander's harsh tone. "He has no filter with me," I fumed, pacing around the room. "One minute he's charming and affectionate, and the next, he's cold and dismissive." I shook my head, trying to process my emotions. "I'm so fed up with his mood swings. Honestly, sometimes I just can't stand him." I grumbled to myself, flopping down in my chair. My phone rang, cutting off my rant. I felt a wave of relief wash over me when I saw the name of the caller. "Hey, girl! How's it going?" Hayley's cheerful voice asked. I let out a deep sigh. "Not going well, Hay."She immediately picked up on my tone. "What happened? Any of the employees upset you?" She asked."No, it's the great Alexander being his usual infuriating self. God! I don't know what he feels like sometimes.""What did he do?""What he knows how to do best. I understand that I'm his wife, but that's no excuse for speaking to me the way he does.""Aw, sorry
Alexander I was stumped, I had no idea what to say. All I knew was that I was going to prove to them that I know fun things to do. "What do people do for fun?" I muttered to myself."You don't know? You're certainly not a fun person. "Hmmm. We could go see a concert or a movie." I said."How is that fun?" She asked."People enjoy that sort of thing.""To some it is. It's just not fun to me." She countered. "You don't know what's fun? That's no surprise. You don't have to try proving anything."I struggled to come up with something fun, but my mind was blank. I thought of other enjoyable activities, and then, memories of when I was little came to mind- happy times spent baking with my mum in the kitchen. A smile spread across my face."I've got an idea," I exclaimed, a plan forming in my head. "What is it?" she asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. I just took her hand and led her to the kitchen, my pace quickening with excitement. "Everyone out," I ordered everyone in the kit
Amelia"Let's not get ahead of ourselves with the laughter," I said to Sarah. "Give the chef a chance to showcase his talents." "Hold on a minute," Sarah said, heading over to Alexander. She helped him into an apron, tying it around his waist, and then topped it off with a chef's cap, adjusting it on his head.Despite the apron and cap, he still looked so handsome. He cocked his head in my direction and our eyes met."Now, you look perfect for the job!" Sarah exclaimed.He blinked and shifted his gaze away. I felt my face heat up with a blush, my gaze falling to the ground. I nervously tucked my hair behind my ear, trying to compose myself.The kitchen was spacious and well-appointed. "Don't you should summon one of the kitchen staff to find out where the ingredients are kept?" I suggested, glancing around the room."No need to call anyone, i know where everything is." He replied, striding confidently towards what looked like a nook."I think he's finally found the pantry," I whisper
Alexander "Did you hurt yourself?" I asked still gazing at her with a mix of lust and concern.She smiled softly, "No, I didn't. Thank you for saving me." She replied, her voice filled with gratitude as she took a step back. But my arm was still draped around her waist, subtly trying to conceal my body's reaction to our close proximity. I hoped she wouldn't notice."I think you should go now, I'll be out in a minute," I said softly, guiding her forward with a gentle nudge. She stepped out of the pantry, and she disappeared from view.My hand drifted downward, adjusting my clothing to accommodate my protruding cock."I don't know what it is about you, Amelia, but being around you makes me feel like I'm on the edge of losing myself," I muttered to myself, taking a deep breath to compose myself before stepping out of the storage room. I managed to calm it down a bit then I walked out."I'll be right back," Sarah said, hastily exiting the kitchen. I gently strode to where my ingredien
Amelia He left!I sighed feeling a sting of rejection. Of course, he would leave. What was I thinking? That he would actually want me? Sarah entered the kitchen, her worried look caught my attention. I could sense something was wrong with her."I suppose we'll have to take charge of roasting the chicken," Sarah said, sliding the already-seasoned chicken into the oven. "What do you think?" "About?" I asked, seeking clarification."The chicken!" She specified, "How spicy do you think it would turn out?" "I don't know," I said, shaking my head. Still noticing the worried expression on her face. "Are you okay, Sarah?" She attempted a smile, but it seemed strained. "Why wouldn't I be? What makes you think I'm not? I'm fine, Amelia."I pressed on, sensing something was off. "The phone calls and you look concerned. What's going on?"Sarah brushed it off, her tone a bit too casual. "Just work stuff. A client needed a piece of my artwork, but it's all taken care of now."I raised an eyebr
Alexander"Sarah! In trouble? What makes you think that?" I asked, shocked. "I overheard her on the phone with someone, and It sounded like she was being blackmailed. Plus, I had this terrible dream... I don't know, I just feel like she's in trouble or something." I tried to get out of bed, but her hand held me back. "Where are you going to?" She whispered. "I need to know who the bastard trying to extort money from my sister is." "This is why I didn't want to tell you and maybe this could also be why she didn't say anything to you either. Don't just react angrily, this is a sensitive situation. You can figure it out without her knowing that you know about it."I took a deep breath. "Okay. That makes sense. I won't ask her anything.""Good. Wait till daybreak.""Anything else you heard?" "Just that she was going to deliver money to the person today." That means the bastard collects cash. Alright then, I might just need to tail Sarah when she leaves today. *******I stood in my
Alexander I turned to see Sarah standing on the other side. I looked around, expecting to see a man but there was no man there. "Alexander, how did you....." Sarah stuttered. I turned back to the woman in the room with Sarah. The same piercing green eyes, the same wild curls that always seemed to have a life of its own. No fucking way! I couldn't believe my eyes. She was standing before me. My so-called mother! It was a face I thought I would never see again, a face that was supposed to be gone forever. My expression darkened, "What is she doing here?" I demanded, pointing towards the figure. "Is she the one who's been blackmailing you?" Sarah's brow furrowed in confusion, "Blackmailing me? I never mentioned anything about blackmail." "Alexander, baby." She cooed, her eyes fixed on me as she walked towards me. "Don't you dare! Do not come close to me." I bellowed as I aimed the gun squarely at her. "Alexander! Put the gun down!" Sarah screamed at the top of
SeleneAlexander and Amelia left the dining room, and I turned to Martins, "What do you think, Martins?"Martins raised an eyebrow, "About what exactly.""Alexander and Amelia. They seem to be growing closer, even after she lost the baby. He even cooked for her." I said, irritated."I think Alexander is just trying to be considerate because of what happened."I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his response. "So, does this mean you like her now?" "No, Selene." He replied quickly. "You're still my choice." I scoffed, "Who knows? Maybe she intentionally had the miscarriage because she knew the baby wasn't his. And if she had kept it, he would find out eventually. I'm sure she was scared of what Alexander might do to her if he learnt the truth." "I said the exact same thing to Alexander, but he seemed to be clouded by emotions." He said, shaking his head."She probably has him wrapped around her fingers."He shrugged, "We'll see how long it lasts. Alexander will eventually snap out of i
Amelia "Does Alexander plan on missing his sister's wedding?" Victoria whispered in my ear, her voice tight with concern.I shook my head quickly. "No, he said he would be here."Her brow furrowed as she glanced at the door, then back at me. "Then where is he? The ceremony has already started. He's supposed to walk Sarah down the aisle. Have you called him?"I felt a pang of unease in my chest. No, I hadn’t called him. But I should have."I forgot my phone in the car," I muttered."Please, find a way to reach him. If he doesn’t get here soon, his grandfather will have to take his place. We can’t keep waiting for him.""Alright." "Alright," I replied, though a knot tightened in my stomach.Alexander was never late. He should’ve been here by now. What if something had happened to him?I pushed the thought aside, trying to shake off the rising unease. With a shaky breath, I pulled my key from my pocket to unlock the car but froze when I saw a strange man in black jeans and a leather
AlexanderI burst into the room, my heart racing. "Fuck man, we have to get out of here now!" I exclaimed.Charlie looked up at me, his eyes filled with concern. "What happened?" he asked, struggling against the restraints that bound him to the chair.I scanned the room frantically, searching for an alternate escape route. "Is there another way out of this house? A back door, maybe?"Charlie shook his head. "Dude, I've been tied up for days. I don't even know where we are.""Fuck, fuck." I muttered a string of curses under my breath, pacing back and forth across the room. We had to get out, and fast."Your 'get- me- out-of- here' plan not working, huh?" he quipped, a small smile played on his face.I halted my frantic pacing, my eyes locking onto Charlie's grinning face. Irritation simmered beneath my surface."Wipe that fucking grin off your face, Charlie," I growled. "This isn't a joke. There's a man at the door, and I think he's here to take you out. If we don't get out of here no
Alexander I let out a sigh of relief as Sarah finally answered my call. "Hello, my handsome brother," her voice slurred through the line.I rolled my eyes. I'd been waiting for what felt like an eternity for her to pick up, and now I was met with her drunk chatter."I've called more than a hundred times, Sarah.""Really? Why, Alexander? Do you want to join my party?" Sarah's voice was laced with a playful giggle. "We are short of strippers. I mean, I have no interest in seeing your body... eww... but my friends seem to think that you're hot and sexy."I placed my hand on my forehead, shaking it in dismay. How was I supposed to have a serious conversation with my drunk sister? "No, I don't want to strip or be a stripper in your party. I called you for something more important.""You want to be among my bridesmaids?" she asked.I tried to steer the conversation back on track, but Sarah's drunken haze seemed to warp her understanding. I sighed inwardly. "No, Sarah. Do you remember wh
Alexander I steered my car out of the driveway, my phone pressed to my ear. "Hey, James, I need Mr. Thompson's address," I said, my voice clear and urgent.There was a brief pause before James responded, "Henry Thompson?""No, James. I don't mean Henry. I want the home address of Mr Thompson. Henry's father." I clarified."Oh, I don't have it but I could make a few calls." "Hurry up with the calls, I'm driving without a destination," I said navigating through the quiet street."Alright. Hold on." James instructed softly, placing me on hold.I drummed my fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, waiting for James to return with the information.I wasn't ashamed to admit that I was paranoid. I had to make sure my unsettling thoughts were at ease.My thoughts shifted to Amelia and a smile spread across my face. The look on her face when she asked If I was going to lock someone up. I couldn't tell her where I was going. She would have reminded me of how paranoid I was."Sir?" James' vo
Amelia"You should reconsider going to the bachelor's party." I turned to Alexander. He raised an eyebrow."It might be fun." I teased."I'm sure it will be, but it's not for me." His expression remained unconvinced.I knew there was nothing I could do to make him go."There might be strippers," I said with a hint of mischief in my voice."Since when have I cared about things like that? I'm not going." His unwavering stance wasn't surprising. Alexander's priorities lay elsewhere, and frivolous entertainment didn't align with his character."You could start now," I said playfully. "Some men go crazy over things like that. And it's a bachelor party. I wouldn't be upset if you indulged in harmless flirting or touch a few asses. As long as it's the only thing you would be doing." He smirked. "What if it's not the only thing I want to be doing? Touching ass only," He shook his head. "is no fun at all." My brows shot up. "Ass touching is not fun? Look who is talking.""Well, only your a
AlexanderI was startled as Amelia's sleepy gaze snapped open. Her husky voice cut through the silence."Alexander, what are you doing sitting up?" she asked gruffly.I hesitated before answering. "Just going over the document that was delivered last night.""You left me alone just to do that? Can't it be done later?" Her displeasure deepened.I reached for her hand. "I'm still beside you, Am. I didn't leave."Her words remained laced with displeasure. "You're sitting, not lying down. You're supposed to be holding me now, not going through some document."My fingers intertwined with hers, and I offered a gentle smile. "It's a very important thing. Not that you're not important. You're more important." I leaned forward to give her a kiss. Our lips touched and I pulled back.Her mouth formed a pout as she tugged my hand. "Then come back to bed and hold me." "Give me a few minutes," I replied.A playful groan escaped her lips. "Urrrg, Alexander.""Am, I have to do this now. This is abou
CharlieI slowly opened my eyes, groggily taking in my surroundings. But something was off. My vision was obscured, shrouded in darkness. I tried to lift my head, but a searing pain shot through my temples, making me wince. What happened? Where was I? What's all this?As I struggled to recall, I realized something covered my head, blocking my sight. Panic set in. I tried moving, but my wrists and ankles wouldn't budge. They were tied to a chair.Fear crept up my spine. I shook my head trying to get the cover off my face. "Fuck!" I groaned out in frustration as the cover refused to get off.Memories flooded back – I was in my home, drinking, trying to numb my pain then... I blacked out. Did someone attack me? Was I drugged? How long have I been here?My heart raced, and I tugged at the restraints. Useless. Anxiety suffocated me. Where was I? Who did this?"Is anyone there!" I shouted, but my voice was muffled by the covering. "Can anyone hear me? Where am I? What is this about?
Alexander Amelia reached for a bar of soap and began gently gliding it across my abs. I felt a shiver run down my spine as her hand delicately traced the contours of my chest. My body stirred with anticipation, desire coursing through my veins. I felt her soapy hand wrap around my bicep, sending tremors of excitement through me. My cock was aroused and I couldn't help but surrender to the raw desire building inside me. "You have strong arms," she whispered softly. "Yeah. Too many workouts." I muttered trying so hard to keep myself from flipping her around. My eyes were fixed on her soft pink lips as she continued rubbing my arms. She lifted her head to meet my gaze and I pressed my lips to hers immediately without waiting for her to tease me with it. Touching my body was teasing enough. Our lips melded together, and our tongues danced in perfect sync. I grabbed her breasts and gently squeezed them. A soft moan escaped her mouth. My whole body burned with desire. I broke t
Alexander "Where the hell is he?" I muttered under my breath as I stepped out of his club. I’d checked all three of his spots, but he was nowhere to be found. Nobody seemed to know his whereabouts or remembered the last time they saw him.Well, except for a drunk who mumbled something about Charlie going out with a hooker. But I couldn't put any stock in the ramblings of someone in that state.I slid back into my car and drove back to the house, my phone rang as I pulled out of the sidewalk. I answered immediately, hoping it was Charlie. "You can’t just bail on me after agreeing to meet," I snapped, irritation creeping into my voice."I believe you’re not referring to me, Alex," a familiar voice replied from the other end.Shit.It wasn’t Charlie; it was my grandfather. I had been dodging his calls for weeks."Hi, Pa," I said, bracing myself for his rant.He scoffed, "Where are you?" He asked coldly."I'm in the office," I replied."What a nice lie." He shot. "I just called your o