“Joshua, can you come over? I’m feeling a little crazy now.”
“What’s the matter now, Alex? That maniac has you twisted in his trap?”
“Just come up now, and if you have some ice cream bring that too.”
“This sounds serious.” Joshua hung up and Alex dashed into the shower, threw on a pink exercise pant suit, and opened the elevator door.
“Come in, Joshua.” Joshua stood at the entrance, lounging in a black T-shirt and jeans. The tee had bold letters in gold: Blackstone Hotels: we provide the best food and a good night’s sleep. Yeah, sure you do, Blackstone. What a load of crap. You can’t even get a good night’s sleep unless your dick is lodged in me.
“Is it safe?” he asked, hesitating and peeping around. Still standing in the elevator, looking unusually handsome with his windswept hair, Joshua said, “You look kind of strange. I don’t know if I want to mix my good karma with yours.” She grabbed his wrist and pulled him in and took the French vanilla ice cream into the kitchen. Placing two scoops into each of two crystal bowls, she brought it out to Joshua, handing one bowl to him with a spoon. She sat and peered into the bowl, then, scooping a spoonful into her mouth, her eyes shifted over to Joshua.
He laid the bowl down. “I’m waiting for you to tell me why you look as if you’ve lost your favorite dog,” Joshua said, leaning back in a chair with his legs and arms crossed. Alex sat facing him on the opposite side of the decorative fireplace.
“It’s Max.”
“Well in that case you have lost your favorite dog.” Alex rolled her eyes at Joshua.
“This is serious, Joshua. Are you going to shut up and listen? Max has a twin brother and he never told me.”
“You never told him that you were masquerading as Rebecca the slut.”
“Please, Joshua, let’s not go down that road; it’s a bridge to nowhere. I have more important things to tell you.” There was a long pause.
“Well?”
“For one, I have a son, and I think Max is a killer.”
“What the fuck, Alex? What the fuck. No way.” Joshua jumped up, twisting his head left and right with his eyes closed. He circled the Italian yellow leather chair with his hands tucked into the pockets of his low-rider jeans.
“What? No way he’s a murderer?” Alex questioned with a defeated glance.
“No. No way you had a baby and didn’t tell me, and yes, I knew that rich cunt was strange. I wouldn’t be surprised if a body shows up.” Joshua raked his fingers through his hair.
“One already has. Have you read today’s paper?”
Joshua took a large mouthful of ice cream. “He maybe strange, but he’s not a murderer. I would have known. But he is a bit of a thug.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Do you hear the way he talks when he’s not trying to impress with that refined speech of his? When he wants something he takes it, and when he wanted to know if I had a relationship with you, he walked up to me and asked if I was fucking you. Just like that. Enough said.” Alex listened tentatively.
Joshua walked to Alex’s wine fridge, took out a bottle of wine, uncorked it, reached for a glass on a rack, and poured himself a large glass of wine. He returned to see Alex in the same position with the bowl empty.
“No one knows anyone that well,” Joshua murmured, sitting with his shoulders forward, close to Alex’s face. “You don’t know anything about him. I had to tell you that he was married three times and divorced and that he had a fiancée all the while he was seeing you, I mean Rebecca. Did he even introduce you to his parents?”
Alex leaned forward with both hands on her legs and said, “Well, the fiancée is dead. And I thought his mother and father were dead.”
Joshua spilled his glass of wine and reached for a napkin then took a large gulp.
“Who’s to say you won’t be next or your friends? I told you he was dangerous.”
“You said ‘trouble,’ not ‘dangerous.’ And there’s nothing to suggest that he would go after friends. Don’t be so dramatic, Joshua.”
Alex’s smartphone rang. She quickly placed it to her ear. “Alex, this is Max. I couldn’t leave you being angry with me. Can I come to see you tonight? I need you. We never talked about our son and our wedding.”
“Max, have you read the papers today?”
“No.”
“I did, and I think that you should.” Alex heard Max ask for the paper and then there was a long silence. “What do you have to say about that?”
“That does not concern me, Alex. I had nothing to do with that young woman’s demise.”
“But she was your fiancée.”
“I broke it off with her when you came into my life. I was so happy to have you back in my life…let me see you and explain everything.”
“OK, Max, give me a few hours.” How could she say no when she hungered for his touch? She wanted to feel his hands move over her skin and travel down the nape of her neck to her buttocks. He liked to place his hand on one cheek at a time as she lay on her stomach, massaging them and making her ready for him. While she lay on her stomach he would insert his long finger into her vagina and then her anus to arouse her and prepare her for his penis. Alex couldn’t help but run these images through her mind, and they were making her hot. Her body could not contain the pent-up sexual desires that he ignited.
The image of his handsome face and dark expressions drove her crazy. What he did with his fingers could drive her to unbelievable ecstasy.
“I’ll be there by seven.”
“Alex, I’m leaving,” Joshua whispered.
“Who is that, Alex?” Max said in a demanding voice.
“You don’t answer my questions, and I’m not going to answer yours.”
His voice weakened. “Why are you being so cruel to me? You know I can’t stand you behaving like that. I’m coming over now, and if you have a man in there I am going to be awfully pissed with you.” And he hung up the phone.
“Joshua, you have to leave now.”
“You can’t allow him to control your life,” Joshua stated, walking in the direction of the elevator.
“I know. I don’t want you to lose your job. And I need to see him; after all, we have a child together.”
“Well since you mentioned my job, I’m going.” Joshua opened the door and turned. “Don’t forget, Alex—I’m close. If you need me, call and I’ll be there in a quick second. Keep your phone near.”
“Yeah…yeah, Joshua. I’ll be OK.” Alex pushed Joshua into the elevator and closed the door.
Alex rushed to comb her hair. She put it in a ponytail and pulled it up on top of her head. Her bangs covered her forehead, which she thought was far too large, but Max said that he liked it. Strands fell on both sides of her face, framing it. She swiped a thin layer of gloss over her lips to make them luscious, just the way Max liked them. Why am I still trying to please him? she thought. The answer came back. I love him. I love that handsome, fuckable man. I love being with him and I love the way he makes love to me.
But is that a good reason to be with a man? she asked herself. For now it is the best reason I can come up with. If I can’t see him I think I would die, she thought.
She heard the elevator, his key in the door, and there he stood, sexy, tall, brimming with sex appeal so much so that he could bottle it and sell it. She could smell his Tom Ford Noir signature scent. He was irresistible. Alex stood in the doorway of the bedroom, leading to the living area. She didn’t want to move. Her breath shortened as she just took him in, all of him. His hair and beard were cut short. That makes him the sexiest man alive, she thought.
He leaned against the wall with one leg crossing the other. His dark pants hugged his small waist, and muscles flexed under his black V-neck silk sweater. She had never seen anyone who could make the color black look so inviting and so sexy.
“Come here, Alex,” Max said darkly, waving his right hand back and forth and gesturing for her to come to him. “If
you don’t come to me, I’ll have to walk over there, and then I’m going to take you to bed and spank you, maybe tie you up.” His eyes lowered. “If you don’t want me to take you, then come here.” Max’s voice rang dark and deep.
Standing holding on to the frame of the door, she locked her gaze on Max. His unbelievable sexy jade eyes seduced her once again. His face, covered lightly with a manicured beard, appeared different, as if he was another man. It was as if she had seen him for the first time, and he looked delicious and she couldn’t move because she wanted what he had been giving her—unbelievable orgasms.
Come and take every part of me, you handsome, sexy fuck. I want you so much that I don’t care what you have done before. I just need you now. I need to take your dick in my mouth and let your come flow down my lips and on my nipples. I want to smear your life all over my body, you handsome, dangerous fuck.
Max read that look on her face because he had seen it many times with Rebecca, but she no longer wore the blonde wig to fool him. There was no need because he wanted his Alex, and he had his Rebecca. He got both, and now it was time to find out how it felt to have his virgin and his slut.
He sauntered over to her on his long legs, and when he reached her he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her violently to him. Looking at her, he said, “I’ve wanted to treat Alex rough and with no holds barred, but I was afraid. I thought that you would hate me, and that’s why I continued my relationship with Rebecca. Don’t you see I need this, and you like the way I make love to you in bed?”
Then Max cupped her mouth with his lips and slashed through it, hungry for her tongue. He sucked her tongue as he pulled her top open, and each snap came undone one by one. Then he pulled her pants down and found she had nothing on beneath. His eyes burned as he scanned her protruding nipples. A smile escaped.
Alex’s mouth moved slowly from Max’s lips. She helped him raise his sweater over his head. She could feel his muscles flex hard as they brushed her skin. She reached down and unbuttoned his pants, and they dropped. As Max stepped out of them, his body was bare and his hard dick stood strong, pressing against Alex’s bald mound.
Placing his fingers between her legs, he found the folds of her tense clit. Touching it softly, his fingers circled it, and then he dropped his head down to her breasts and stuck his index finger into her vagina. He pushed it in and pulled it out and said, “You are ready for me. You are so wet and sweet.”
He slammed her against the wall with his mouth sucking her breasts; he rammed his dick into her with a powerful growl. “Yes, Alex, you know what I like.” Alex pushed her mound into him, grinding up and down, left and right. Her vagina muscles caressed and stroked his penis. His voice weak, he said, “You are so good, Alex. That clit is so sweet. I don’t know what I would do if you ever left me.”
She leaned her body into his, and he pinned her against the wall. He lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Yes…yes, give it to me the way I like.”
“What do you want, Max?”
“You know.” Alex moved away from Max’s impossibly hard dick. He rolled her around, and she slid down and began sucking him. He leaned against the wall, his head back, his mouth open, his legs spread, with Alex on her knees with his hard dick firmly in her mouth.
“Oh, Alex, when did you get so good? I would do something horrible if I thought I couldn’t have you this way.” He pushed and pulled his penis in and out of her mouth as Alex held it with a suction that drove him wild. After all, it was he who taught her how to please him and now it was out of his control. He pulled out because he was wound so tight that he would have spilled his come in her mouth. Max was still shy around Alex even though he had engaged in BDSM with her. He wanted to experience it again, but he didn’t want to rush it.
Going to his knees, he placed Alex on her back on the floor, and then, leaning over her, he kissed her neck and trailed his tongue down between her breasts and past her navel, and he bit her thighs. He glanced up at Alex and laid his head between her legs. He hoisted her legs on his shoulders and softly licked her folds and clit. Her clit throbbed, and he knew she was ready to burst. He would control how she had her orgasm. He always controlled that part of her body, and he would do so now.
It was the sound of her moaning, calling out, “Max…Max,” that turned him on and made him weak for her. He would do anything for Alex to keep her. He licked her clit and took her to the point of orgasm and then stopped. “Max, I love you. I love you.”
That was all Max wanted to hear, then he sucked her until he felt the quiver of her bud. She was ready, and then like clockwork, his tongue touched lightly under her clit, and she screamed with pleasure.
“I want you Max; give me your dick. I want it now.” Max lay across Alex and his penis found her heated vagina. It seared him and pleasured him, and the minute his penis touched the fullness of her wall, he oozed come until he passed out over Alex.
They sprawled on the rug and she lay in his arms. Alex looked over and saw that he was asleep. She stood up, walked, and took a satin blanket from the linen closet and placed over him. Alex shook Max and tried to wake him, but she couldn’t. Tired, she found the bed and fell across it.
When her alarm went off, she woke, hopped out of bed, and rushed into the living room where she had left Max. He was gone. He could have said something, she thought. How are we going to solve our problems if all he does is fuck and disappear? What kind of life will I have with this man?
Alex dressed for work. After all, she hadn’t married Max and she hadn’t quit her job. She wanted to speak with Max, and maybe she could at his main office. If she got there early enough, then she might have a chance.
She headed out of her apartment into the lobby.
“Ms. Johns.” She turned. It was the doorman. “Someone by the name of Mr. Shu delivered your Mercedes. It’s in the garage. Do you want me to have it brought up?”
“No, I’m walking this morning.” Alex needed time to think. Walking helped her when her mind was cloudy and mixed up. She hadn’t solved anything with Max; it occurred to her that there wasn’t enough walking time to wade through her problems because she stood looking up at the words blackstone written in front of the building. “I’m here already?”
Max’s limo wasn’t anywhere, but he had several cars, and he could have driven any one of the expensive cars parked outside with a chauffeur waiting. And then she remembered that the blue Rolls Royce was his. The windows were dark. He liked his cars dark because that’s where he found the time to fuck, she imagined. He could be fucking in it now as I’m standing outside, she thought.
Because she was early, she saw only the guards stationed at their desk. They smiled, and she entered the elevator. Stopping on the twenty-sixth floor, she saw a light on as she stepped out of the elevator. He was in. Her breathing deepened as she headed for her office. Opening the door, she thought it strange that she hadn’t seen Ms. Corday, who managed to be there by seven a.m. each morning. Alex wondered how she did that and still looked so perfect each morning with her makeup in perfect order, not a strand of hair out of place. She reminded Alex of a mannequin. She had the same smile day after day.
Alex, on the other hand, could barely make it in to work by nine. On some days she didn’t show and worked from home.
Walking in, she dropped her purse in the nearest drawer and scurried to the door to Max’s adjoining office. She wanted to have a civilized discussion without sex. Quietly, she opened the door; she wanted to surprise him. She still had her stilettos and handcuffs in her desk. Maybe she would give him a taste of Rebecca if their conversation went well.
“Max!” she shouted. He craned his neck and glanced around at the sound of someone calling. He was naked and on all fours, and Ms. Corday was seated on the leather couch, dressed in a leather corset, her hairless mound visible, with his face planted between her legs. Her high-heeled black thigh high boots rested on his shoulders. His butt was bruised from the leather strap and he ha
d Alex’s studded collar around his neck.
Chapter 2
“Come back, Alex. It’s not what you think,” he shouted, his green eyes wide with surprise, his head angled to the right, and his hands outstretched apologetically.
Turning on her heel, Alex rushed into her office and slammed the door with a boom. Her heart was beating loudly, and she checked her pulse because she thought she would faint. She fumbled around, looking for her purse. Her mind blank, she couldn’t remember where she’d put it. Not on the back of the chair, she thought. Maybe she’d left it in Max’s office. No. No. No, she reasoned. Finally her brain began to work, and she grabbed her purse from her desk drawer. She bolted for the elevators.
Hearing a scuffle in Max’s office, Alex spun around and peered at his door, but before it could open, the elevator was there in front of her. Turning around, she spied the body of a man standing in the open doorway wearing only his pants. There is no mistaking that body, she thought as she dashed in the elevator and the door closed behind her. Alex beat on the button as if it could hasten the speed. She wanted out of there—out of that building and out of his life.
All she could think about was Max with his head in another woman’s crotch—his long arms reaching Corday’s breasts as his biceps flexed firmly like two rocks, his abdominal muscles bulging, and his small, sexy waist and long legs.
She should have been thinking about the sight of Max parading around naked like a dog, allowing that woman to take her man and her job, but she couldn’t think about those things. She would forget the picture in her mind of Max, but she would not forget the feeling he gave her in her heart when she saw him.
Her anger rose moment by moment until she was blind. She could not contain her feelings of betrayal. She had to get relief or she might do something that was typical—run and hide like a child that couldn’t accept painful memories.
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