We commence the trip shortly before 1pm. I offer the air hostess a lovely smile as she offers me a drink. Nervousness roils in my belly. I doubt it'd be a good idea to take anything at this point. She turns to Alex who's sprawled in front of him and offers him a drink too. Now I know they are all smiley and friendly but I'd be damned if I didn't see the extra cheesiness that came with her smile as she faces Alex. My blood hums in my veins and I pretend to continue reading my magazine, hoping my eyes can't be seen through the impossibly dark sunshades I'd chosen for the occasion. Alex wants one and she bends over sensually as she pours into his glass. What the hell does she think she's doing? This is a jet, not a damn suburban club. Finally, she deems her act enough and walks away, a slight exaggeration present in the sway of her hips. I'm pretty sure she hadn't been walking like that when we first started the trip. My mouth tightens in distaste as I drop the magazine and reach for my
We finally arrrive shortly after 6 after a long, long flight. I push up to my feet and stretch out, the hems of my black crop top hiking up my belly unintentionally. I see Alex's eyes fix on me like a hawk and as exciting as it is for him to look at me like that, I make a mental note to make us lay some ground rules that'll guard how we'll relate to each other in the spaces we'll be sharing. We step out of the jet and I see that a sleek white car is already waiting for us. There's a sharp looking driver standing to the side of the car, dressed in a smart pair of black pants and black shirt. When we approach, he yanks the door open and offers Alex a huge, welcoming smile."Welcom back sir". Alex offers one back and urges me into car before climbing in with me."Thank you, Olec. Have you had a good day?". The car engine revs to life and it sounds just a cat purring. It's that smooth. The driver….Olec, flashes us a wide grin from the mirror. "Oh I have sir. We all have, awaiting you and
I glance at myself for the umpteenth time in the mirror, wondering if I've indeed just made a good decision. I make a mental note to try not to be so impulsive in the future. For the evening, I chose a short, emerald wrap dress. The fabric is clingy and it accentuates my body effortlessly in all the right places. The sleeves are fitted and long, bursting into a dramatic flare at the wrists. I press and style my bob sleekly and when I move into the light, I see how it glints off it. It takes a slight tilt of my head to have my hair bouncing healthily. On my feet, I'd gone for a bold pair of pink shoes and a matching pink purse. The enter look screams confidence and that's exactly what's going to be projected tonight. I hear a slight knock on my door and I know it has to be Alex. I take in my appearance one more time in the mirror and yank the door open."We have to…..". His words die on his lips dramatically at the sight of me. I see his eyes intentionally drift down my body, from the
My body instinctively goes stiff and the laughter dies on my lips. But I will not be intimidated, not ever. I stand up straighter, the laugh compressing into a stiff, cold smile on my face. She walks forward, her impossibly high heels making a steady clickity clack on the tiled floors. How does a woman of her age even manage to present herself like this? "Mum". Alex calls from beside me. He walk towards her and engulfs her into a tight hug and she closes her eyes contentedly on his shoulder. I guess they do love each other in the most…..Van Lewis way possible. I'll try not to be too judgemental. Finally, they release each other and while pulling away from him, that's when her eyes catch on me. All warmness vanishes from her face even though she keeps the smile on. "You brought a visitor I see". She says softly, taking a step towards me. Alex flashes me a wink and comes to stand beside me, wrapping his arm around my waist "Mum, meet my girlfriend. Nicole Webster". Her brows furrow i
I can practically see the wheels whirring in their heads as they try to process the information. It dawn on Mrs. Van Lewis first and I see her face drain of color so fast that for a moment, I think she's going to faint. She turns to her husband and whispers something to him and when he looks back up at me, I feel the intensity of his gaze. Eight years ago, I would have been quaking in my seat by now. But now, I merely offer them a cheery smile and reach for my wine glass. Alex's father speaks first."Alexander". His voice is hard and ungiving. I guess just like that, in the blink of an eye, he's no longer proud of his son again like he said he was. This is the kind of people they are. It's either you are helping the family business or you are useless. "Alexander, do you care to explain what the hell is going on?". He asks. I sit back on my seat and relish the look on all of their faces. Mr. Van Lewis is the pure image of rage, his white bushy brows furrowed into a frown that I'm sure
I don't go to bed early. I stay up waiting for Alex. A few minutes after I enter the room, a serving girl comes up to provide me with a shopping bag courtesy of Mr. Alex. I opened it up to see a pair of lovely night things and some possible clothes for the next day. With my mind churning the activities of the day, I had gotten into the shower and had my bath. Now I sit before the mirror, blowing my hair dry in the hopes that Alex will come up soon. I intentionally take my time but there's still no sign of him even when I'm done. I begin to consider the possibility that he went back home and left me behind. I check the time and consider calling him but it's just shortly past 10pm. I should wait till eleven. And that's exactly what I do. I stay up, going through all the updates of the product and when I begin to feel the sleep set in, I lean back against the headrest of the seat and let myself drift into a short sleep.When I wake up next, it's to the sensation of being watched. Slowly,
Surprisingly, the day passes very fast. Before I know it, it's nearly evening and it's time to start prepping for the big anniversary party. I don't know if they are all so occupied with preparations because no one comes to bother me all day. By afternoon, Alex drives us back to his house and that's where I start preparing for the big party. I rifle through my options and finally decided on one, a dazzling dark purple dress that screams royalty. I'm about to attend a party thrown by one of the most elite people of the society which will be attended by one of the most elite. The least I can do is leave a good impression in their memories. When we get to the house, I'm surprised to see the group of people waiting inside. Alex beams brightly as we step in."Hey…Monica". He walks forward and pulls into the leader of the group into a hug. She's a tiny featured lady whose age is hard to guess beneath her makeup. I'm a bit lost for words but they finish their interactions pretty fast and Ale
From the top of the stairs, I see Alex and he's on a call, his back to us. When he hears the ruckus coming towards him, he turns around and I literally see his eyes bulge out in surprise. That's all the reaction the girl's need and they whoop and cheer loudly as they lead me down. I'm so happy that my cheeks literally hurt from laughing. I definitely don't get to have fun like this often. "Monica…. you've outdone yourself I tell you". Alex pulls her into a hug and she beams at him proudly. "She looks gorgeous, doesn't she?" She asks, slyly. Alex turns back to me and I see his eyes travel down the frame of my body sensually leaving behind a trail of heat on my skin wherever he looks. From where I'm standing, I can see the fascination in his eyes as he slowly drinks in the sight of me. I feel so desired now that I coukd fly. "You …you look…..". He stalks forward and wraps his arm around my waist, bringing his lips down to my ear in a whisper. He takes his time though and I see what h
My heart thuds loudly in my chest. What the hell have I done? How do I convince a smart, grown man that he heard me wrong. Of all my truths, this was the one thing I wasn't ready to divulge. How did I get so into my feelings and give myself away like that? "Alex…. it's not what you think". I hate the way my voice comes out small. I have always been a bad liar so if my voice doesn't tell already that I'm lying right now, my face must. Either ways, I'm caught. "Nicole, then tell me what it's like". He still manages to exercise good control over his voice. I'm impressed. And I need to learn that at least from him. "Alex….". So fast, our roles have been switched. Suddenly, I'm the one who wants to slide closer and reach for his hand and make sure I'm holding him close to me so he doesn't go away. I resist all urges to do that as I wring my hands in my lap. "Alex….I have something to tell you". I look at him tentatively through my lashes. His face is impassive, just staring at me directl
When I open my eyes the next morning, it takes a little while before my brain processes my surroundings. For the past two weeks or so, I've been in one space, waking up in the same bed, to the same ceiling and to the same warm, reassuring hand wrapped tightly around my torso. Today, things are different. Much different.I roll over on the bed onto the side of my good arm and just….stare out the window emptily. Slowly, my brain does a reboot of everything that lhappened yesterday. This is it. As hard as it was, I finally managed to talk about the weight that's been holding me down, hanging over my head and shoulders. That alone brings a small smile to my face as I register the light feeling in my chest. It sure feels good to offload to someone. It seems like a thousand year's worth of weight has been lifted, I guess talking about all of it was good for me afterall. But now that I have….what now? What next for me? Are things really going to stay the same between Alex and I?My mind flas
Alex pulls the duvet up to my chin, tucking me in fully before coming to settle beside me. As he stares at my face, for some weird reason, I can't stop imagining what he sees. Does he just the red eyed, puffy faced me, or perhaps….is there a layer of disgust over it? Not that I'd blame him one bit. I hold my breath as he brings a hand up to caress my cheek lightly, his gaze burning fiercely into mine. And yet, he doesn't say anything. I suddenly feel the need to break the silence."I ran away when I was 15". I say, my voice hoarse. He sighs softly and just continues to stare straight at me. It's almost as if he's afraid to say something, scared to have the moment crumble away. I'll take that as my cue to continue. "One day when my mum went to work and Ace was in school, I snuck back home from school and took my things. I never looked back ever since that day. But perhaps that was a mistake because he found me in New York". One of Alex's eyebrows go up in surprise but he still doesn't
My heart thuds lightly in my chest as I follow Alex to the bedroom. This is the exact moment I've been avoiding all these days. All along, I knew Alex seemed to be fine with me but he's only human and I know a huge part of him probably still wants to know everything going on. Or rather, that went on. It's been nearly two weeks since the incident and so far, we've both done a good job of acting like something life changing didn't go on. As sick at it is, a part of me actually hoped he'd have forgotten. Like he could. I'm such a fool. I focus on the ripple of muscles on his back as we make out, racking my head actively for what to say, anything at all to lessen the tension."How was it at the hospital?". I ask quietly. What I really mean to ask is how is he? I'm a bit scared of that answer. Because I know I don't want him to be fine."He's….the same". Alex says, his voice neutral. I resist the urge to let out a sigh of relief. He's stitin the coma. Why the hell won't he just….die alread
I seek his lips desperately as we make our way upstairs. We crash through the door blindly and make our way to the bed. Despite the heat of the moment, Alex places me on the bed gently, taking time to ensure that my arm isn't a position that could potentially hurt it."Where did you say that zipper was again?". He asks, mocking resignation in his voice. I chuckle and reach for the little pink hook, sliding it open. Alex gladly takes over, opening it the rest of the way and parting the dress on either sides of my body. I'm well and truly naked in front of him now and I can't wait for feel his skin against mine. He positions between my legs. I firstly think he's going to part me wider and slide into me already but he seems to have other plans. He lowers his head and kisses my face tenderly. He doesn't stop there. He continues to trail the tiniest, more featherlight kisses down my cheek, neck and finally, my chest. I arch upwards, inviting him to take my nipple in his mouth but he has ot
My heart rate quickens as he claims my mouth again. Every single nerve in my body seems to be alert. He brings an arm forward to wrap around my waist, pulling me tightly against his frame, making me feel what I'm doing to him. The bulge in his pants is hard, proud and unflinching. He wants me to feel it, and that's exactly what I do. With my semi-good arm wrapped loosely around his waist, I reach down with my good arm and reach for his zipper fumbling around awkwardly for it. When I finally pull it apart, I feel that front of his briefs staining against the pressure of his cock. It wants free, and I'm here for that. Before I can reach for his waistband, I feel his hand snake under the hem of my short dress and reach upwards. The breath catches in my throat at the delicious sensation and my nails embed crescents into his back as I dig them into him. He takes his time, hiking his fingers up my inner thighs, leaving after him a delicious trail of heat that tingles my core. Subconsciousl
By the time my arms starts to heal, I'm damn well already tired of staying in bed. But Alex is strict about it, not letting me up for longer than necessary. When the bullet wound finally healed enough for me to move my arms, I was more than elated to let him know.I'm just in bed when Tori brings up a lovely bouquet of roses. I groan but inside of me, I'm screaming and melting. Ever since I got shot, Alex has pointedly given me the best of attentions. He brings me flowers every single day and makes sure the words are barely out of my mouth before my wishes are met. Tori has been a lovely help by his side and if anything, I was really glad to see her again at least. On the times Alex had to leave me to be present for work, she kept me good company and this little development got us even closer than ever. It's official, I genuinely like her and she seems to like me too. As she brings the flowers up, the smile on her face is unmatched."Here we go again. This man is going to overload thi
My mind regains consciousness first before my body does. As I come to, I take the deepest breath I can manage and the first thing I notice is the fact that the air smells of….flowers. Lavenders, roses….and something else. I can quite place a finger on it. It…. really can't be, can it? There's no way I made it to heaven. The Lord must have had a lot of mercy on my soul to have put me here. I must say though, the flowers smell way too earthy. I'd think the flowers in heaven would be different. And so slowly, I let my eyes drift open as I prepare to be bewildered.I take in the pearly white ceiling above me first. When it finally seems like I might have enough control over my body to swivel my neck, I turn at small angles to glance at either sides of me. My brows furrow in mild confusion as I take in all of my surroundings. It somehow looks…. familiar. I try to push up on my arms but a pain so sharp shoots up right into my arm's length. I wince loudly and plop back on to the pillow. That
I see his eyes widen as he rushes forward. I'm full on crying now, the tears streaming down my face and obscuring my vision. It feels like a miracle, perhaps this is the one miracle to make up for all the years of misfortune I've gone through. "Nicole!!!". Alex rushes forward and firstly reaches for my hands that are still taped behind me. "Are you okay? Fuck, what the hell is even going on?". His breaths are coming hard and fast as he works on freeing my hands. From the sitting room, I hear Ace's grunts as he probably tries to get on his feet. Alex's blows must have landed well. When I hear his grunts coming closer, I feel a sense of panic settle in my chest again but thankfully, the tape comes undone around my wrists and for a moment, my hands feel too good to be mine. The blood flows right in my arms again and it's the most delicious sensation ever. Ace walks in through the door right in that moment and I see that the lower half of his face and a good fraction of the front of his