Loving Alex (The Alexandra Drake Series)

by Sarah Elizabeth Ashley

  Can’t wait for you to get home Y.A.S.F.F

  I glance at the text, confused and reply:

  YASFF??

  He replies straight away:

  You Are So Fucking Fuckable

  I laugh.

  “What’s up mum?” Anna asks.

  I panic as she leans towards me, “Nothing sweetheart, nothing for you to worry about.”

  Holding my phone so that Anna can’t see the screen I text back.

  Well I can’t wait to get home. Lots to tell you. Can’t wait to be F.F’d

  As I hit the send button I can’t believe what I’ve just text. James really has introduced me to a whole new life, a whole new world.

  Chapter 28

  We arrive home after what has proved to be a long journey being delayed by the sheer volume of traffic which slowed us to a snail’s pace in places.

  We’ve only been home for an hour when James arrives with a takeaway in hand. “I thought it’d be better than cooking at this time of night.” He explains as he sets the plastic containers of various Chinese dishes on the island.

  All three of us sit on the stools and I tell him about our day, the apartments we looked at, our meeting with Shauna and what will happen to Lewis, I feel emotionally drained as I explain that the records show that Lewis was possibly married to Muriel before he married me.

  We sit in silence, James eats well and so does Anna but I pick at my food, I can’t get the whole thing, the last twenty odd years out of my head, I don’t think he ever said he loved me, I wonder if he ever said it to Muriel – their relationship must have been more fulfilled, sexually, than ours, they had two children! Once I’d had Anna he more or less left me alone, rarely coming anywhere near me in the early years after her birth and then backing away further and further until, well all intimate contact stopped completely. But to deceive me to this level?

  “I need to know what will happen.” I blurt out, thinking aloud.

  “About what?” James reaches forward placing his hand on top of mine.

  “My sham of a marriage. What will happen? Do I just walk away?”

  “Shauna will let you know surely. Why don’t you ring her again tomorrow?” He says as he stands and walks around to where I am sitting, he puts his arms around my shoulders and kisses the top of my head, “You’ll be fine Alex, we’ll be fine. No - we’ll be great, we’ll sort it, whatever it takes.”

  He pulls me up in front of him and hugs me tightly, “We’ll sort it Anna won’t we?” He says to my daughter who is looking on, totally embarrassed.

  “Yeah, whatever.” She mutters, looking anywhere but at us.

  We clear away and spend a quiet evening looking through the property details and talking about the future, a future without Lewis when my past will be firmly behind me. James tells me that Nial has signed the paperwork I had drawn up and the transfer will be completed within the next few days, once the lawyers give me the okay I will arrange to pay the creditors in full and also transfer funds to Nial. I have asked James to handle this fully, I don’t want to meet with Nial again, not after last time. Whilst I think he’s harmless, he is a creep and I want nothing to do with him.

  As we sit chatting I recall the conversation I had with David Deykin, Lewis’s business partner, I bet he didn’t know that Lewis was a bigamist, maybe that’s another call I should make tomorrow, maybe I’ll call Carol, his wife.

  “Did anyone contact Lola?” I ask James.

  “No, I think Marcus tried several times, but nothing, nothing at all.”

  “I hope she’s okay?” I worry about her, she’s a really lovely girl stuck with two monsters for parents.

  We eventually head off for bed at around eleven, I’m tired and so is Anna. I change into a t-shirt before climbing into bed. James follows me up a few minutes later.

  I snuggle into James and rest my head on his shoulder. He smells so masculine yet fresh, I place little kisses on his neck and he murmurs softly. “I shouldn’t feel turned on,” I whisper to him, “I should feel angry and upset, but I don’t. I want you!” I whisper in his ear.

  I move my leg on top of his and lift my body so that I straddle him. My sex rubbing against his hard length. He feels so good, he moves his big hands, holding my waist as I gently lift myself onto him. I sit, adjusting to his size and then lift myself up before lowering myself down, rising up and down and back and forward, working my clit against him as I do. The feeling is intense, deep. I throw my head back as I continue to ride my amazing James, the Bossman, the man who has shown me so much, introduced me to the pleasures that I believed were only experienced by others. I love him so deeply, so completely.

  I quicken my pace, “God James!” I cry out. His beautiful face is twisted, contorted. He reaches up, moving his hands from my waist to my breasts, he squeezes my engorged nipples, the little painless pain shooting to my core. I quicken my pace again, backwards and forwards, up and down, feeling his length inside me, filling me completely.

  “Shit Alex.” He grumbles, I feel him pulse as I shudder around him, completely and utterly spent. I lean forward, he’s still within me, my head on his chest, my hands cupping his face. I eventually move myself to his side, his big arms around me, holding me so close. I feel so wanted, so protected and loved so very much, allowing myself to drift off into the deepest sleep, a peaceful sleep although I have no idea why, it should be disturbed, fractious, full of terror but whilst I’m with My James the angst of the past years seems to pale, dwindle and disperse. He makes everything right.

  Chapter 29

  The next week passes quickly and rather uneventfully to be honest, apart from the evenings and nights with my lover, my new best friend. The buyout at Henry’s is progressing well and I hope to be sole owner by the end of next week, conveyancing with Anna’s new apartment is also going full steam ahead. Lewis has been arrested and charged, the evidence of the assault that was reported has been noted and as a consequence of this he is being held in police custody. I wasn’t aware that although bigamy is also a crime and that’s one of the charges against him, he’s also been charged with fraud as he led me to believe he was free to marry.

  I have withdrawn the settlement that I initially offered as part of the divorce process, we also have restraining orders in place for me, Anna, Lola and Josh, he can’t legally come anywhere near any of us. With regard to Muriel, well I’m unsure what she’ll do. She knew about everything so I expect she’ll stick by him. I understand that there’s a strong possibility he’ll receive a custodial sentence, although case studies indicate that this will only be a few months.

  I called Carol, David Deykin’s wife. She knew that Lewis played away from home but had no idea he was married to somebody else. She told me that he hadn’t been to the office for a few months, initially because of the broken bones but then recently just hadn’t seemed interested. She explained that she and David had invested wisely over the years and she thought that David would eventually walk away from the business, maybe sell it. Of course as it’s a partnership Lewis would have to agree, but she didn’t seem to think there would be a problem, I got the impression that him and David had been in touch with each other and discussed this.

  As Lewis is now locked up, although I don’t know for how long, there is no need for Jake to be hanging around all of the time, which I’m grateful for. I like Jake, once we got to know each other we actually got along quite well.

  Anna has been buying furniture for her apartment – she’s chosen very modern pieces, very nice things in fact, all will be delivered as soon as the sale completes. Oh, and the Audi’s back although we’re keeping the Jaguar until Anna goes to Birmingham, once she’s gone that will be passed back to the hire car company, so for the time being Anna and I are back in the R8, tentatively driving around London, or not if it’s anywhere I don’t feel confident with and James is using the Jaguar.

  As the weekend approaches I start to prepare for Ramiro and Franco’s visit, they arrive on Monday. I check t
he guest room is clean and tidy for Franco and talk with Gia, who has done the same for Ramiro. I’ve brought extra food in, I have no idea what Franco likes to eat or how much he eats, but I’ve no doubt that James will plough through any extra. I’ve also stocked up on strawberries, although the British ones are coming to the end of their season, I know he prefers the British ones and dread to think of the look on his face when I present him with fruits that have been grown in Spain or some part of Africa!

  Monday soon comes around, my birthday; forty-three today!

  I wake early, curled up to my sexy man who’s still fast asleep. I shift myself up on to one elbow and look at his beautifully handsome, angular face so peaceful, I run my finger across the short growth of dark beard that shrouds his jaw so perfectly, the curls, that unruly dark hair tangled from sleep. I trail my fingers down his neck and across his firm chest and further down his torso, he stirs as I travel further down, past his belly button and towards his happy line, that line of fine hair that descends to a very impressive appendage! He wakes as I run a single finger along the length of his now semi erect manhood, opening his eyes slowly, sleepy eyes, “Happy Birthday.” His voice is husky, croaky from sleep.

  “Good morning sleepy head.” I move forward and kiss those soft full lips, kissing him softly and nip his bottom lip as I draw away.

  “You slept well?” I ask.

  “I did, I always do when I’m with you Blossom…always.” He reaches for my left hand and plays with the pink diamond, my engagement ring. “Not too long before I can make you mine, all mine.” He growls.

  “I already am yours James, you know that!”

  He rolls towards me, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me close. I feel his now rock hard length pressing against my stomach. “You want your birthday present?” He asks.

  “Have you got me one?” I tease.

  “Wait there, don’t move.” He orders. He rolls to the edge of the bed, to his bedside table and pulls out one of the drawers. He drags out his little black drawstring bag.

  I gasp. “Oh!”

  “Did that surprise you? You don’t know what’s in it yet.” He opens the bag. “Lie back Alex, and close your eyes.”

  “Why?”

  “Just do it, please…” He pushes himself up on one arm, facing me.

  I lie back into my pillow and close my eyes. I’m aware of him fumbling around with something, I hear the soft rustle of fabric, presumably the bag.

  I feel his hand on my thigh, pulling my legs apart slightly and runs a finger over my labia, gently parting my lips with his fingers, I’m conscious of a cherry smell and then something warm being gently rubbed onto my clit, the tingling sensation is like nothing I’ve experienced before. He squeezes my nipples tightly and I feel the same sensation there too. I writhe around, groaning.

  “Slow down Blossom,” he growls, “there’s more to come.”

  I’m aware that his hands have left my body and then I feel something hard pressed between my legs, the vibrations start, “Fucking hell James!” I moan as the sensations blast through my most sensitive parts. Within seconds I’m on the verge of a most explosive orgasm. My hips buck against whatever he has, whatever he’s using, I moan out loud throwing my head back, it’s the most intense feeling I think I’ve ever experienced. There’s not one part of my body that isn’t affected by the pleasure coursing through every inch of me. I open my eyes and look at him as he smiles, “Close your eyes,” he orders, “now!”

  I return to my darkness, I feel completely out of it, stoned on sex, tripping on the sudden rush of hormones that my brain releases into my body. I’m out of it as I throw my head back again, groaning and shuddering reaching an ecstatic climax unlike anything else I’ve ever experienced before. The same climax hits over and over as I shudder and tremble, riding it out. He tosses his toy aside and pulls me close, holding me tightly to his chest, I’m spent, totally and utterly spent.

  “You ready?” He asks.

  “Ready for what?” I whimper.

  “Me!”

  I gasp, “Oh God James, I can’t give any more!” I plead.

  “Oh, but you can.”

  He positions himself between my legs and I feel him thrust into me, he pulls back and thrusts again, over and over. I feel full, I feel every inch of him as he drives further, in and out back and forth. He kisses and sucks on my nipples grazing them with his teeth as he continues to thrust.

  “Bloody hell James.” I croak “I won’t be able to walk!”

  He laughs “You will, trust me.”

  He continues to thrust into me over and over, picking up his pace, harder and faster until he gives one final thrust and stops. I feel him pulse and he spills his seed inside me, one final thrust and he collapses onto me, holding me tightly.

  We’re a tangle of perspiration covered arms and legs. Lying for a while until he moves, climbs off the bed and walks through to the en-suite. I hear the shower turn on. Poking his head around the door he crooks a finger at me “Come on Alex, shower time!”

  “No, no more James…seriously, I can’t do anymore.” I gasp as I stagger out of bed and walk like, well it feels like I’m walking like John Wayne, into the shower.

  He makes no further attempt at sex but helps me shower, squirting some of my coconut bubbles onto my shower puff and soaping me down, washing my hair and helping me rinse. I stand under the warm water as he washes himself. I step from the shower and dry in one of the large fluffy towels and blast my hair dry.

  I clean my teeth as James dries.

  “I take it you’re not going in today?” I ask tidying what I have used away.

  “No, home all day. It’s your birthday, I can’t go to work on a special day!” He smiles, he finishes up in the bathroom, I notice he doesn’t shave, I like it.

  “Breakfast?” I ask.

  “No, no. You’re not doing any work today, I’ve sorted breakfast.” He says quickly as he throws on his jeans and a white t-shirt and fumbles around for socks.

  He pulls a pair of black socks over his beautiful feet, and picks his Chelsea boots up. “Will Anna be awake yet?” He asks.

  I nod, “I think I heard her go downstairs. I hope we didn’t wake her?”

  He smiles back at me, winking before marching out of our room as I pull a straight plain beige cotton skirt from my wardrobe and simple white blouse. I team it up with a pair of tan sandals and my tan handbag. I check my face before going downstairs, despite the shower I still look flushed, aroused and I feel very sensitive down there, I have no idea what he used but with every step I take I feel like I’m going to explode again! Hell, how am I going to meet my birth father feeling like this?

  As I walk into the kitchen I’m faced with Anna and James at the far side of the island “Happy Birthday mum!” Anna says with a huge smile. She walks around towards me and gives me the biggest hug. I hug her back and wiggle my hips, scowling at James. I can’t live with this feeling all day, it’ll drive me mad, or madder!

  Anna hands me a package covered in pink floral paper, and a card in a pink envelope. “Your pressie mum,”

  I open the card first, it’s a handmade card with my favourite blue irises, the words I have no doubt that Anna has drafted herself.

  To My mum, my very best friend

  On the inside the words continue, and I shed a tear as I read through.

  Mum,

  You know I’m useless at verse, and always have been,

  But I hope that the words here, although they do not rhyme

  Will stay with you forever, until the end of time.

  You are my mum, the light of my life

  The woman, the lady who showed me wrong from right,

  Gave me encouragement and praise,

  Pushed me when I needed a shove

  Gave things up for me, and showered me with love.

  I love you mum, more than you will ever know

  I’ll miss you mum when I have to go

  But it won’t be for long,
before I’m back

  Giving you grief, but you never snap.

  You see mum, you’re an angel sent from above

  Crafted from stars, from silk and above all lots and lots of love.

  Beneath her words she has written

  Sorry about the poem mum, I know it’s rubbish but I mean every word.

  I love you mum.

  Anna

  XX

  I read the card and read it again, tears running down my cheeks, “Oh Anna, my darling girl, I love you too, so very much.” I reach for her and hug her closely.

  I wipe my tears away trying not to smudge my mascara as I open the package that she’s given me.

  I carefully pull the wrapping paper apart inside I find a large silver photograph frame with a picture of my mum and dad. I stand and hold the photograph as I break down, sobbing. I put the picture on the island and reach for my daughter again.

  I hug her, taking a deep breath “Where did you get it?” I stammer between sobs.

  “When I stayed with Katie, when we got our exam results, I took my keys for dad’s house. I knew you’d left it there and, well I went in and got it. Had it taken out of that revolting frame and put in that one.” She explains.

  “It’s the only picture of my mum and dad I’ve got,” I look at James, “he made me get rid of them all.”

  I pick the picture up again and run my palm over the image of my parents. As a young girl and woman I loved them so much, and I idolised my dad, he could do no wrong, not at all. But recently I’ve also hated them, just a little bit, and certainly a few months ago when I found out who I was and what they’d done. The more I think about it, the more I always felt like I didn’t quite belong, like I wasn’t really supposed to be there. Even as a tiny child I used to lie in my bed and think why am I here, why here?

  I take the picture through to the living room and place in on the mantel piece, right in the middle, pride of place in my new living room. “We need one of your dad James.” I say.