Chapter 5 - The Annoyance

ALIANA'S POV

         

“I feel sticky,” I said, my eyes almost falling. 

I looked at the man driving beside me. His black shirt was folded below his elbows. His nose looked more defined by the street lights we passed by. He didn't even mind my complaint. I rolled my eyes. 

I was too persistent not to go home a while ago and I tried drinking another shot but he was stopping me so I accidentally spilled it on myself. And that's when his patience broke and I wasn't able to do anything but go with him in his car. 

“Where are we going?”

“To my penthouse.” 

“Why are we going to your penthouse?” I asked while holding my aching head.

“You said you don't want to go home.”

“But why to your penthouse?”

“Give me your address then. I'll drive you home.”

I didn't answer him and just rolled my eyes. I can't be alone tonight. I know very well that I'll just overthink. It might be the reason the universe gave me this man tonight.

        

         

When we got there, a valet approached us and Kievan helped me stand. I won't be able to reach any destination with these wobbly legs and this dizziness I am feeling. Reaching the lobby, I stop and grip his shirt. 

He gave me a questioning look.

“People might see me.”

He fixed his hold on my waist. “At this time, only my employees are in the lobby. No one will talk about it,” he said, assuring me.

Despite that, I still felt worried that this might bring me to the headlines tomorrow. I just hope every press already has their eye and focuses on the after-party. I only felt relief when we got into the elevator. He might be right. It's past midnight. 

“Where's your bathroom?” I said once we entered his penthouse. I'm really eager to wash myself. I feel really sticky from the alcohol spilled.

“On the left side. Near the first room.”

I immediately removed my heels and tried to reach the bathroom but I couldn't walk straight so I walked by holding on to the wall and on different things so I won't stumble again. I heard Kievan's sigh and the next thing I know is that I felt his hands on my legs and on my waist, carrying me in a bridal style. 

“Can you wash yourself alone?” he asked after putting me down. 

“Yes, I can do it already.”

He walked to a rack and handed me a robe. His face looks annoyed.

“Uhmm… can you help me untie it?” I said, pertaining to the ribbon that runs on the back of my dress. 

I heard him sigh. 

He went to my back and I felt him start untying my dress. Feeling him annoyed makes me annoyed, too. Does he hate dealing with me now? Why did he even pick me up from the club?

“Call me if you need anything. I'll order someone to buy you clothes so you can change,” he said and I felt that he was done. 

However, I didn't mind him and proceeded to undress like he wasn't beside me. I didn't know where this bravery was coming from but this day has made me feel worthless and I hate that I'm feeling the glimpse of it again with him now. 

My dress has paddings in it so my bare chest was shown the moment I removed it. I'm only in my panties and I should be embarrassed by now but I don't feel any of it. 

“Why are you leaving already?” I asked, seeing him looking sideways and going towards the door. 

“Wear your robe. I told you I'll get you clothes,” he said, still avoiding my gaze. 

“I realized I can't wash alone. My head hurts too much.”

“Fine,” he sighed.

He got the robe from my hands and wore it to me. I let out a loud shriek as he held my waist with both hands and lifted me so I could sit on the marbled tile beside the sink. He then wet the white face towel with the water from the faucet. He squeezed it after to remove the excess water.

“Why are you sighing a lot? Are you annoyed?”

He didn't mind my questions. “Where does it feel sticky?”

I pointed to my chest. It's true. It is where I spilled the vodka. 

He did wipe my chest with the wet towel with his serious face and jaw clenched. The warmth from a slight touch of his hand made me feel something. I'm sitting beside the sink but his huge frame still towers over me.

“Am I burdening you right now?”

“No,” he straightly answered.

“Am I boring you?”

“No.”

“Why do you look annoyed?”

“I am not annoyed,” he said, still serious about wiping my chest.

“Then why do you sigh a lot? You can't even look straight at me right now,” I asked, still unsatisfied because he's giving me empty answers.

“All done. Stay here and I'll get you clothes,” he said, not minding my question and covering my body with the robe but I stopped him.

“See? You're even avoiding me! Aren't you the man who just proposed an arrangement to me a week ago? Is that really how you'd act seeing me nearly naked?”

“You're drunk. Stop with this topic. I'm not annoyed nor avoiding you.” 

“Then why are you acting uninterested? I may be drunk but I'm not dense. Did you already meet another woman who'd agree with such an arrangem-”

He kissed me deeply.

“I don't offer arrangements as easily as that. If you only knew how much control I needed so as not to take you right now. Do it to me when you're sober, not when you're this drunk,” he said, pulling away. There's a tone of authority in his voice.

I grip the hem of his shirt. “B-but I'm feeling too unwanted right now.” I looked at him with pleading eyes. I don't really know where all of this is coming from. My feelings are too complicated and I hate it. I hate feeling unwanted… and worthless.

Hearing what I said, he let out a loud sigh and owned my lips again. And this time… with hunger. As if he let go of everything that's holding him back.

“Don't regret this when morning comes,” he whispered. But I am too out of breath to notice it.

I lifted my hands and tried unbuttoning his shirt. He helped me in doing so. Then with a flick of his hands, my robe fell, exposing my shoulders and chest. He caressed my breasts with his expert hands while leaving kisses on my neck. My back arched, feeling him massage my mounds. His face then went lower and his mouth replaced his hands in claiming my peaks. I grabbed his hair to gather some strength as I felt a throbbing heat on my sensitive part. 

He held each of my legs with his firm hands and pulled me closer to him. He furiously threw his shirt and hurriedly removed his belt. His hands then went to my sensitive part and rubbed it while my pink laced panty was still on. I moaned because of the burning sensation forming inside of me. 

My hands traced every muscle in his well-toned shoulders while he removed the last piece of clothing I am wearing. He let go of my breast. His kisses went down to my stomach and then in between my legs. 

“Ahhh!” I moaned.

His expert tongue made me arched and hysterical. The way he's kneeling and claiming my sensitive flesh sparks a lot of pleasure within me. His tongue seems to know every spot that would make me crazy. 

“P-please…” I said, holding on to his hair. 

“Please, what?” he asked, and continued doing his business. 

“I want it now… ahh!” I said, struggling with speaking because I'm getting out of breath. Something is forming in between my legs and I can't do anything but grasp on his hair or hold on to the cold tiles. The unbearable need within me gets deeper as his tongue goes faster. 

He stopped and stood up, unzipping his pants and removing his underwear while maintaining eye contact with me. Seeing his maleness made me impatient. He held both of my arms and wrapped them around his neck as he slowly entered me. My moans got louder as his thrusts got harder and faster. His hardness was rubbing my swollen sensitive flesh back and forth. 

“I missed you,” he whispered in my ear and kissed my neck. 

I bit my lower lip. The feeling was amazing. I came again and again. We did it once more when we reached his bed upstairs.

        

“Aren't you tired?” I asked, closing my eyes.

“No, hmm… are you sleepy?” he asked me back while leaving kisses on my neck. 

I nodded. 

“Goodnight then. You need energy for tomorrow. You have a decision to make.”