Conquering Alexandria

by Steele, C. M.

  “Daddy!” She ran to her dad, who had been sitting in his chair, the chemo having taken the color from his skin and the nice silky black hair from his head.

  “What is going on?” My heart broke as I heard her voice crack as she asked.

  “Sweetheart, I am getting better. I have stage two lung cancer.” He hugged his little girl who crumbled in a ball of tears. Unable to handle this, he nodded to me to take her.

  “Alexandria, come, dearest.” I dragged her away and wrapped her up in my arms. There was not a soul in that house who didn’t have tears in their eyes. “Shush, baby, shh… It’s going to be okay.” I held her for the next twenty minutes as he explained his treatment. By the time he finished, she was angry and yelled at her parents, “How could you not tell me?”

  She jumped off my lap and ran from the room. I was going to go after her, but her mother said to let her talk to Alexandria.

  “So what’s the timetable for the wedding?”

  “It depends. She has been going back and forth on the day, but it is supposed to be two months from now.”

  “I should be done with the treatment by then and hopefully be making some sort or recovery.”

  We dropped the heavy topic to discuss some sports. It was nearly an hour since she had went upstairs, and I was itching to go up and check on her. I was just about to excuse myself when her mother came down and said she wanted me to go up there.

  I entered her bedroom, and there she was lying on the bed. “I’m sorry. I must look like a mess,” she said as she tried to wipe the tears from her face.

  “No, sweetie, I am sorry. I know you are hurting.” I sat down on the bed and took her into my arms. “It’s okay that you are upset. If you need to cry, I am here, baby. I am not going anywhere.”

  We spent the next few days looking at baby photos and school pictures. When he was at chemo, Vanessa went with him so Alexandria and I were alone in the house, and I made good on her joke about fucking on the couch. She had moments where she broke down and cried, but most of the time she was sunny. We even had a date to a White Sox game. Dean brought a date with him, and it had been a good drunk and fun time.

  It was the next day that I got into deep shit with my girl. Will and I were on the phone, and he was telling me about the neighbor’s daughter he had the hots for and how she hated his guts. He was asking me how things were going here, and I thought Alexandria had been out with her mother running errands so I didn’t hear her come in while I was talking.

  “Everything is getting better. Her dad has his moments.”

  “Damn, bro, it’s got to be rough.”

  “Yeah it is. She is handling it well. I just want to go home already. I have a lot of shit to do at the office. I have been able to get some stuff done here, but it is not the same.”

  “So when are you coming back?”

  “We are supposed to be leaving in two days. I have been trying to convince her he is on the mend, but she doesn’t believe it. I know it’s her dad, and if it was our dad, I would be freaking out too.”

  “Hell, yeah. Thankfully it’s not.”

  “She was mad at them for not saying anything before we left for Dallas last time.”

  “Well, let’s be glad she doesn’t know you knew about it.”

  “That’s for sure. If she knew I knew about her dad being sick all this time, I would be in some big trouble.”

  “Too fucking late!”

  I turned to see her staring at me, pissed as fuck. “I gotta let you go.” I hung up the phone and said, “Baby, it’s not like that.”

  “It’s not like what? You lied to me. Every day could have been his last, and you kept it from me. What if I never got to see him again? How could you?”

  I tried to comfort her, and she pushed me away. “Get away from me! You sat there and knew I was in pain, and you had been a part of the big charade!”

  “I am going to give you some time to calm down, but I will be back and we will talk about this.” I knew it was going to be a while until she was ready to listen and I had some shit I had to get done, so I walked out.

  I called my brother back. “Hey, bro, she knows now, doesn’t she?”

  “Yes, and she is beyond furious with me. I think I might even need to spend the night at a hotel.”

  “Yeah, maybe that will work.”

  “I don’t like being away from her, though.” I sounded like a pussy. Well, I was going to give her some time. I packed my bag and left. I checked into the Fairmont and spent the whole day working hard. I wanted to go back, but she made it clear she didn’t want me around, after I called and she didn’t answer. I tried her again and she still didn’t answer, so I went to the hotel bar. Some beautiful woman walked up to me as I sat there and started a conversation. I made it clear I wasn’t interested, so she moved along. All my thoughts had been on Alexandria and how she hated me. What if she didn’t want to marry me anymore? I was done drinking after my sixth shot and headed back to my room. The next thing I knew, it was morning and there was a pounding in my head and at the door.

  Chapter 14—Alexandria

  This week had been hard to handle. I didn’t know that when I came home so full of joy, that it would be shattered in a moment. I knew that he was getting better and there was hope that they could get my dad cancer free, but it still was scary. Max had been incredible throughout this whole time. I loved him so much. He had been so supportive even though I knew he had to go back to work and had been delaying it because of me. I wanted to surprise him. I left my mom to look after Dad while I went looking for my man who had been working in the basement.

  What I hadn’t expected was to hear that he knew all about my dad being sick. I couldn’t believe he lied to me again. He asked me to trust him, and he broke that. I didn’t mean to push him away again, but I didn’t know how to handle the pain at his deception.

  When I finally went upstairs, I expected him to be there, but my mom said he walked out the door and drove off in the rental. At the time I thought it good a thing, but as the day wore on and he didn’t call, I wanted to cry and it made me angrier at him.

  My dad came out of his room after my mom told him that Max and I had a fight.

  “Alex, come and sit down. What happened between you two?”

  “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “Lexi, dear, tell me.”

  “He knew the whole time, and you covered for him. He told me he wouldn’t keep anything from me.” I was in tears.

  “I didn’t cover for him. He covered for me. Sweetheart. He didn’t know right away. When I met with him, he knew I was feeling sick, and I told him not to say a thing, that I just had a stomach bug. He actually found out by himself and contacted me about it. He was angry that I refused to tell you. He told me that if I didn’t tell you, he would. It wasn’t his choice not to tell you.”

  “What? He tried to tell me?” I was feeling like such a bitch. He had done what my father asked and had demanded that he tell me. He has been nothing but supportive.

  I excused myself and went back to our bed and laid down, suddenly so tired. I was so sleepy lately and passed out with ease. I woke up the next morning at 3 am and saw that I missed his call again. There was no voicemail. Then I saw my phone has a text; it was Patricia.

  What did I tell you about hurting him? You are lucky the man is in love with you or he would be taking a woman to his bed tonight. If you get some sense, your man is at the Fairmont room 403.

  It hadn’t dawned on me that he would find someone else. I rushed out of the house without even getting my coffee. If he had some bitch with him, I would kill him.

  I got to the Fairmont, and I snuck up to his room and started pounding on the door like a crazy person. I was hurting, afraid that I pushed him away, and he had said I wouldn’t like the consequences. It took him a long time to open the door, but when he did, I ran in looking for a bitch who wanted to die. I noticed the messed-up bed. So, I went searching, and there was no one in the ro
om.

  “Alexandria, what are you doing?”

  “Looking for the bitch you picked up last night.”

  “I sent her packing.” I ran up and struck him across the face.

  “How could you!? Was that my consequences?” My tears were pouring down my face. I started pounding on his chest, and he stopped me.

  “Woman, please calm down. I didn’t have a woman up here.” He pushed away from me and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I was confused. I sat there stewing in my own thoughts while he took a shower. It seemed like forever before he came out with a towel wrapped around his waist.

  “What are you doing here, Alexandria?” He sounded pissed that I came.

  “I came to see if you were cheating on me.”

  “Well, I wasn’t. There was a bitch that approached me at the bar last night after I tried calling my fiancée who refused to answer or return my calls, but I told her to move along. Right now, I am not sure that was the right move. Now that you know I am not cheating, you can go.”

  I stood up and felt my world crumble. He was making me leave. I reached for the ring on my finger and started to slide it off. Before I knew it, he was on me.

  “Don’t you fucking dare take that ring off, unless you plan on making it permanent,” he growled and stepped back to see what I would do.

  “I don’t understand. You are telling me to leave, and yet you don’t want me to take off the ring.”

  “Good. Now you understand some of the shit you put me through, yesterday. You sent me packing without letting me explain, made me feel like an asshole, refused to take my calls, and then have the nerve to come here thinking I would betray you. You said you only came here because you thought I would fuck another woman, like what we have means nothing to me. I have done nothing but treat you like a fucking princess, giving you more of me than I could have ever given anyone else. I told you I loved you, and I meant it. Yet, you keep pushing me away.”

  “I am sorry,” I cried. “Please don’t leave me.”

  “Go take a shower.” Okay, I would do whatever he asked if he could forgive me for losing it completely. I turned and started walking to the front door.

  “Where the fuck are you going?” he said gruffly.

  “I am going home to take a shower.”

  “Get in that fucking shower over there right now,” he roared, and I didn’t know what he was thinking, but I was fucking turned on like a cat in heat right now.

  I nodded and walked into the bathroom. I washed up and hoped that we could get past this. Once I finished, I walked out in my towel, and he was standing there like a solid wall of delicious muscle wearing only his boxers.

  “Stand right there.” I stopped in place and waited.

  “We are going to get some shit straight, and then I am going to teach you a lesson. Okay?” I nodded, and he continued.

  “I didn’t want to keep it from you, but as your father, I respected him enough to honor his wishes.”

  “I know. I am sorry. I should have not pushed you away.”

  “You had a right to be angry, but since you heard my conversation, you knew that I didn’t want you upset, yet you didn’t even wait to see why I would keep something like that from you. Your father has known for four months. I have known six weeks and only because I stuck my nose in his business. I told you I would do all I had to do to protect you, and this was it. I am not only protecting you from physical, but also from emotional harm which includes being unfaithful. You need to trust in that.”

  “Can you do that? Because I cannot go through this again.”

  “Yes. I am sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am.”

  “Well, you are going to prove it,” he said as he walked up to me.

  Chapter 15—Max

  “I had been through hell and back in the last day. I don’t expect that to happen again.”

  “I won’t do that again. I promise.” I really didn’t want to punish her. She was somewhat justified in her anger, and hell if I wouldn’t have knocked down the hotel door well before now and murdered a motherfucker if I thought she was with someone else.

  My cock was getting harder and harder by the moment as she begged for my forgiveness. I reached behind her to the bathroom door where the hotel robe was hanging. I pulled the belt from it and came up behind her and pushed her hair to the side. “You belong to me. I am taking what is mine. I told you there were consequences.” I bit down on her neck and sucked hard, instantly leaving my mark. She moaned with pleasure and pain.

  “See, this is what is going to happen. I am going to fuck you every different way, and you are not to come until I tell you to.” She gasped, upset. “You don’t like that, do you? See, I need to see if I can trust you. If you try to come before I tell you, I will spank you hard. Understand?” I pulled the towel off her body, reached around, and slipped my finger in her wet pussy, testing her readiness for me. She did not let me down; she was drenched.

  I tied her hands behind her back with the robe belt and walked her to the edge of the bed. After taking off my boxers, I sat down and pushed her onto her knees.

  “Suck.” I pulled her hair lightly as she took my cock into her hot mouth. “Look at me.” She obliged as she moved up and down my cock. “Good girl.” She continued to suck on me until I came hard down her throat. I didn’t give her any warning either because she needed to know that I was close on her own. She licked her lips to get the last of my seed. She was liking this punishment too much. We would see in a little while when I actually deny her pleasure.

  She liked getting punished for being a bad girl. I think I created a monster that day after Kendall’s attack. We added spanking to her punishments, but only after I offloaded in her mouth. I don’t know how many times this month that we fucked; it was a hell of a lot more than we made love. It was raunchy and hard all the time. She had bought outfits to wear for me and they never made it five minutes.

  I lifted her up and onto her knees on the edge of the bed as I lay back, placing her pussy right above me, and told her to sit on my face. I ate the fuck out of her honeyed pink lips and sucked on her clit. I could feel her walls stiffening, so I lifted her up and off of me and climbed behind her. I waited until she calmed down before I rubbed my always-hard cock against her clit and slid my cock in. I used the belted hands as my leverage as I pounded into her. She started to moan hard and shake with pleasure, so I pulled out again. I did this for the next half hour; every time she was close, I pulled out. She was damn near tears at my teasing, and I couldn’t be too cruel on her ass anymore. I undid the belt and rubbed her arms before lying her on her back and kissing her lips that had been neglected the whole time she had been there.

  “Now, babe, it’s time to make you come hard.” I pushed into her walls, and she had been so ready to release that she came in moments. I had not come since the first time, so I followed my woman down.

  “Max, I am really sorry. Tell me you are not going to leave me,” she said with tears in her throat.

  “Baby, enough with the sorry. We both had reasons to be sorry, but this little punishment was to teach you that I mean what I say. I don’t want to fight about this again.”

  I helped her into the bathroom, and we made love as we showered. Finally we checked out of the hotel and headed back to her parents. Over the next two days, it was clear her father was doing better, and when we left, our relationship grew.

  ∞

  We had been home for a few days when Alexandria started feeling sick. I was worried and wanted her to see a doctor, but she talked me out of it. It was another three days of her feeling awful before I took her to the doctor who was dually boarded in Family medicine and OB/GYN.

  “Hello, Alex, how are you today?” I wanted to smack the fuck out of him. She was sick—what the fuck does he think she is going to say?

  “I am feeling nauseous all the time. I am super sleepy, my body aches, and I have been getting dizzy.” She looked guiltily at me because she’d
failed to tell me all of that.

  “Could you give me a urine sample?” the doctor asked as he handed her a little cup. She and the doctor left the room, and she came back after giving the nurse the sample.

  The doctor came back two minutes later. “It is as I expected. It seems you are pregnant.” I was fucking shocked. Elated, but shocked.

  “You look confused, Alex. If you are using birth control, it is not always effective, especially if you forget to take it even one time.”

  “Thank you, doc,” I said with a smile. He left us for a moment to talk, and I turned her to look at me.

  “Are you mad at me?” she said apprehensively.

  “Only if you don’t want our baby,” I grunted.

  “Of course I want our baby,” she said like she thought I was crazy. Then she smiled and rubbed her flat belly. I had to touch it too.

  When the doctor came back in, he did an examination on her and told us that she was somewhere between eight to ten weeks. He was able to verify it by listening to the baby’s rapid heartbeat on some sort of listening device. I wondered if it was from our first time. It didn’t matter either way—I was about to be a father. As soon as we left the doctor’s office, we called our parents. Both families were thrilled.

  It was her dad that told me that we needed to speed up the wedding. Good. I was all for it. I called my brother, and with his and Patricia’s help, we had the wedding put together in a week. We called up Kara and Ben and asked them to join us for dinner so she could ask Kara to be her maid of honor and maybe to get Ben’s sisters as the other bridesmaids. What my girl failed to mention to me was that her friends back in Chicago were all male. I knew why she didn’t tell me because I would have gotten completely pissed. I nipped that shit in the bud anyway because unless they preferred the dick, she was done with them.

  We flew her family down and all gathered at our rushed, but beautiful wedding. The wonderful thing was that Jack was able to walk his daughter down the aisle to me. As we got ready that morning in the hotel we had all our guests at, Jack and I had a private discussion.