Alexanderâs gaze lingered for only two seconds before he lowered his lashes. He crossed one leg over the other, exhaled a puff of smoke slowly, and maintained a façade of normalcy, as if the previous moment had been an illusion."Here..." He handed something over.I was startled to see it was my phone. How did Alexander get hold of it? Had he been to my house tonight? My surprise overcame my embarrassment as I stepped forward to take the phone.However, he didnât let go, and I ended up moving two steps closer. I looked up at him in confusion."Why didnât you take your phone when you went out?" Alexanderâs eyes darkened slightly, his tone carrying a hint of reproach.Feeling guilty under his scrutiny, I mumbled, "I left in a hurry and forgot."It was true, but only partially. There was also a part of me that had left it behind on purpose.Alexander stared at my trembling lashes for a long time, making me break out in a sweat. Finally, he released his grip, his tone softening a bit: "Re
I moved my head slightly, the movement becoming smaller and smaller, making it hard to tell whether I was agreeing or disagreeing. The living room was lit by a single dim spotlight, casting a warm, drowsy glow on the distant floor.Alexander held me in a crouch, not moving. My warm breath penetrated his thin shirt, landing on his chest and making his heart feel tender."How about sleeping inside? The floor is cold..." His voice was gentle as his long fingers brushed aside the hair at my temple, tucking it behind my ear."...Mmm." It took a long time before a low hum came from my chest.Alexander lifted me into his arms, carrying me back to the master bedroom.The drunken girl was small and soft, her head resting against Alexanderâs chest, eyes closed, but her brow furrowed as if troubled by something even in her dreams. He gently placed me on the pillow.I was only wearing his T-shirt, with nothing underneath. As I lay down, my curves showed through the fabric.I had sweated a lot and
I didn't dislike this feeling, it was just that he was pressing down on me so much that I could hardly breathe.Alexander chuckled lightly, then turned me over and held me against his chest, letting me lie on top of him as he lay on his back, looking up at me from the pillow. I propped myself up and stared into his eyes, then suddenly leaned down to kiss his lips. My body told me this must be a dream.My movements were gentle and a bit clumsy, each kiss tentative. My tongue lightly licked his lips before quickly retreating. My hair fell down, strands slipping into his collar, and my hips swayed slightly with my movements.Alexander brushed aside my loose strands of hair, using his fingers to lift my chin. His Adamâs apple bobbed up and down as he gazed at me with deep, intense eyes. âDo you know who I am?âMy alcohol-blurred eyes slowly focused, and I sluggishly answered, âAlexanderâŠâI could clearly see himâit was the Alexander from my dream.Alexanderâs gaze shifted slightly. His lo
Alexander watched my overly serious expression and couldn't help but chuckle softly. He took my hand, guiding it to the waistband of his pants, his tone filled with a mix of teasing and anticipation.âTonight, you can do as you please, whatever you want, okay?âI hesitated for a moment, but his gaze encouraged me. My heart began to race as I daringly hooked my fingers into his waistband, slowly pulling it down. Alexander smiled, a playful glint in his eyes, but he did not stop my actions, which reassured me, making my movements bolder.My fingers hooked the dampened underwear I had just licked, giving it a gentle tug. The moment the restraint was removed, his massive erection sprang free, standing erect before me. Under the light, his penis appeared thick and full, the rounded head like a swollen mushroom cap.I grasped it, feeling the substantial girth, my hand unable to fully encircle it. I raised my body, bringing the penis to my mouth, my nose filled with Alexander's unique scent
Alexander gazed into my eyes, a hint of desire flickering beneath the surface. His voice, deep and laced with a faint smile, asked, "How do you plan to devour me?"I had had some vodka and beer, and the alcohol was making my head swim. Hearing his question, I sat dazedly on his waist, slowly moving my hips after a long pause. The alcohol made my movements sluggish and clumsy. I slowly shifted to his abdomen, my butt bumping against his massive erection. I looked up at him, my hazy eyes soft enough to pull at his heartstrings.His erection twitched against my butt, the shaft smacking lightly against my flesh. I took a deep breath, grabbed the thick cock pressing against me, and slowly lifted my hips. Alexander held his breath, his Adamâs apple bobbing as he watched me painstakingly position his member between my legs, the head pressing against my entrance. The warm, sticky lips of my vulva clung to his swollen glans, as if sucking on it.Alexander's hands gently caressed my waist as he
I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar and cold environment. The black and grey decor exuded a sense of oppressive stillness, and the air was filled with a faint scent of pine. After a brief moment of confusion, I recalled meeting Alexander on the road last night and being brought back to this apartment. As I propped myself up, I felt an unusual exhaustion throughout my body, especially between my legs, which felt as though they had been stretched by something enormous, the pain tinged with an indescribable sense of fullness.Fragmented memories surfaced: me riding Alexander, wildly moving, my lascivious moans echoing in the room. These disjointed images made me question what had actually happened last nightâwas it the truth, fueled by alcohol, or just a ridiculous dream?Instinctively, I lifted the covers to check. I was still wearing the same T-shirt from last night, its hem haphazardly rolled up to my chest. The bed was a mess, but I couldnât tell if it was from restless sleep or the re
Not wanting Alexander to see through me and expose my uncontrolled expression, I lowered my head completely, using my falling hair to shield myself from his gaze.Alexanderâs eyes lowered, and his thin lips pressed into a line. He slowly reached out, just about to place his hand on my slender shoulder, when my phone on the table suddenly rang.The flashing screen displayed "Adrianâs" name. I picked up the phone, instinctively glancing across at Alexander.But he had already withdrawn his hand, his long eyelashes hiding his emotions, his voice calm and neutral:"Take your call."I swallowed, and the sudden return of my rationality dispelled the chaotic tension I had felt moments earlier.I took the phone and walked to the balcony, turning my back to the man in the dining room, before answering.The moment the call connected, Adrianâs voice came through: âWhere did you go last night? Why didnât you have your phone? Your parents even contacted me.âClearing my throat, I replied coldly, â
These days, I've been taking the bus to attend symphony orchestra rehearsals.Before marrying Adrian, I was the principal cellist of the orchestra. After moving into the Blackwood household, Adrian wanted me to spend more time with him, so I resigned from my position.Touching the cello strings again, I realized how much I missed performing on stage.I looked out the bus window, but my mind was occupied with thoughts of Alexander.I thought about his broad hands, the scent of pine on him, and his deep eyes.I thought about how kind he was. Even though I was no longer family after my divorce from Adrian, he still extended a helping hand.I thought about how he must have been a good husband, probably gentle with Kate...At this point, my chest tightened suddenly. I found it hard to breathe and pressed my face against the window, the wind outside stinging my face.At the next stop, I noticed Alexander's office. Unconsciously, I focused on it, seeing a crowd gathered in front, heads dark
The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden corner inside the room. I was awakened by the shimmering light, and for a moment, I couldn't gather my thoughts. Recalling the wild night with Alexander, I quickly touched the empty, neatly made bed beside me and breathed a sigh of relief.Stepping out of the room, I saw a plate of cold spaghetti on the dining table and a note beside it: "Iâll be back, sweetheart. You didnât have dinner last night. If you wake up hungry, remember to eat this spaghetti."It was Alexander's handwriting. The memory of last night's madness came flooding back. The intense lovemaking had left me unconscious, and my legs felt weak again. Everything that happened last night was so absurd. I had no idea what followed, but it shouldn't have been anything significant. Like a turtle retreating into its shell, I didn't want to ponder the meaning behind Alexander's actions. I would just take things one day at a time.I went to the bathroom to
Alexander gently lifted me, placing me onto the bed in the bedroom. He went to the bathroom, wrapped a towel around his waist, and then opened the door and walked out.Sure enough, he saw Theodore. Theodore leaned against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers, the ember flickering in the dim hallway. When Alexander opened the door, the hallway light turned on, and the two men locked eyes like two beasts in the jungle testing each other's territory."Enjoying listening to others make love?" Alexander asked mockingly.The hallway was silent, echoing only Alexander's question. Alexander then heard Theodore's faint laughter."What does a moment of passion matter? I've waited so many years; I can afford to wait a bit longer. I'm patient.""But you, you've been swamped with work and only managed to carve out a single day. You'll have to leave tomorrow, right?" Theodore flicked the ash from his cigarette, "kindly" reminding Alexander.Anger flared in Alexander. He closed the door a bit m
My fingers tightened with anxiety, unsure of what to do, remaining silent.Alexander chuckled softly, lifting me while thrusting his shaft inside me as he slowly approached the door. I bit down on my finger to stifle my moans, but Alexander, dissatisfied with my restraint, slipped his fingers into my mouth, toying with my tongue, causing my muffled moans to echo in the room."My darling, how is it that you donât miss me at all, and so quickly found another man? I know this man has been circling around you recently."His thrusts changed pace, slowly grinding against the walls of my vagina, then fiercely hitting the soft spot deep inside, sending pleasure surging up my spine to my scalp. His hand found my nipple again, roughly rubbing it, driving me to the brink of tears, wanting to scream but too afraid to do so.He kissed my ear, his voice a husky whisper, like a devil's murmur: "Tell him you're not available right now, and to leave the cello at the door."I choked back a sob, shaking
I entered my apartment, breathless, leaning against the door, trying to regain my composure.The room was dark, and in my haste to close the door, I couldn't see anything. Just as I hesitated to turn on the light, someone suddenly embraced me from behind!A broad, firm chest pressed against my back, strong arms encircling my waist, pulling me into a tight embrace. He leaned down, his thin lips pressed against the sensitive skin behind my ear, trailing kisses up to my earlobe, which he gently nibbled.I turned around with a scream, but seeing Alexanderâs face, the scream died in my throat, leaving my mouth agape and eyes wide. Alexander seemed tired, with a hint of frustration in his brow. His eyes were dark and narrowed, like a predator eyeing its prey, ready to pounce."Come here," his voice was tinged with irritation, hoarse and slightly inebriated.Seeing my lack of response, he stepped closer, his hot breath in my ear, his breathing heavy and seductive like a teasing feather.A wa
Returning to campus has been particularly enjoyable, and time has flown by like the windâintangible, slipping through my fingers without any sense of reality.Itâs been three months since I last saw Alexander at the airport. Occasionally, while walking down the street, in class, or eating, my mind would wander, and I'd recall Alexander's eyes.But most of the time, I try to restrain myself from thinking about him.Today, after class, I packed my things slowly, lingering until most people had left the classroom before I finally trudged out of the school."Bella, class is over?" Suddenly, I heard someone calling me.I turned around and saw it was a classmate from the same program, a tall guy with glasses and a gentle appearance who often looked out for me.I smiled at him and politely greeted, "George."Our eyes met, and my smile seemed to dazzle him for a moment. He quickened his steps and moved closer to me, asking, "Do you have time this weekend? I heard from some classmates that you
Standing at the sink in the restroom, I washed my face and examined my reflection in the mirror. My lips were bruised and cut from Alexanderâs bites. I struggled to calm my racing heart.I realized something was seriously wrong. Why was Alexander at the airport? I couldn't fathom his reasons, but I knew I couldnât let anyone, not even Alexander, derail my plans. I had already regretted giving up opportunities for Adrian's sake; I couldnât afford to make the same mistake again. Besides, how could a man like Alexander ever love me?Emerging from the restroom, I was in a daze. I didnât notice Theodore waiting for me at the entrance. As I walked out, he approached."I saw a man coming out of the women's restroom," Theodore said, concerned. "I was worried about you and came to check. Are you alright?"Blushing, I shook my head. "I'm fine. Sorry to keep you waiting."He nodded, not pressing further. Instead, he looked at me deeply and reminded, "It's time to board. Let's go."I hesitated bu
As I finished going through security, Theodore also completed his check. We walked to the boarding lounge together, maintaining a distance and not engaging in much conversation. Once there, we each found an empty seat and sat down.Theodore sat next to me, immediately taking out his phone as if he had work to attend to.I didn't interrupt him. My gaze drifted from the people in the boarding lounge to the view outside the window. The sunlight reflected off the airplane wings, creating a series of light waves. Watching the planes take off and land made the feeling of departure grow heavier.I couldn't help but think of the moment Alexander recognized me in the stairwell, his body pressed against mine. The memory caused my heart to race, making me wish the plane would take off sooner so I could leave this city behind. The heaviness in my chest grew unbearable, and I placed a hand over my heart, contemplating whether to get some medicine.Theodore noticed my discomfort and raised his brow
In the airport restaurant, we had a simple meal while Mandy interrogated Theodore. After checking her watch, Mandy hurriedly pulled Theodore and me towards the security checkpoint."Hurry up, don't miss your flight," Mandy urged, her hasty movements making me feel a bit nauseous.Theodore, being observant, noticed my pale face and frowned slightly. "Are you okay?"I shook my head. "I'm fine."Theodore nodded and said no more.Mandy handed me a bottle of mineral water. "Take a sip to feel better," she said, then turned to Theodore and added, "Since you'll both be in the same city, I'm counting on you to look after Bella."I took a sip of water and choked a bit. During the meal, Mandy had bombarded Theodore with questions and learned that he was also heading to New York for a research project. She was thrilled to discover we were on the same flight and was clearly trying to set us up. But having just gone through a divorce, I had no intention of jumping into another relationship, especi
My flight was at noon, and my dear friend Mandy made time out of her busy schedule to see me off at the airport."Why are you leaving so suddenly?" Mandy asked as she helped me lift my suitcase onto the conveyor belt, giving the check-in staff a thankful smile before turning back to me.She was a friend I had known since middle school. Coincidentally, we had been in the same class from middle school to high school and even attended the same university. Despite Mandy's outgoing and lively personality, which was completely different from mine, we fit together like the perfect pieces of a friendship puzzle. Even if we didn't talk for a long time, it never affected our bond.After graduating from university, Mandy's cheerful demeanor and good looks helped her become a popular meteorologist and TV host. Her job kept her very busy. She was the only person I wanted to tell about my departure, and upon hearing that I was leaving, she hurried to the airport to see me off.Mandy had many questio