A Tragic Wreck

by T. K. Leigh

“It’s just that we were only together for like two months before I…”

  “Before you ran like the fucking coward you are,” Kiera spat playfully at her friend, winking at a tall guy walking past their table on the way to order his coffee. Olivia sighed, wishing she could be as bold as her friend.

  “Yes. Before I ran. So we’ve only been back together for a month. And I guess I just don’t think you could really fall in love with someone that quickly.”

  “So let me get this straight. All that agony you felt when he turned you away, that was all because you just liked him?” Kiera raised her eyebrows, glaring at Olivia with her arms crossed.

  “Well…” She leaned back in her chair, not comfortable with the direction their conversation had taken.

  “Well, what? What the fuck are you so scared of?”

  Olivia lowered her voice. “You know what.”

  “He calls you ‘love’ all the time. You seem to be okay with that.”

  She sighed. “That’s different. That’s like calling me ‘babe’ or ‘sweetheart’ or something like that. It doesn’t mean he loves me.”

  Kiera got up from the table, grabbing her friend’s hand and pulling her out of the coffee shop, Carter following closely behind as they walked up the street toward a dress boutique. “You’re crazy. He loves you. You love him. And if you’re too scared to put a label on it, whatever.” She opened the door to the swanky shop, and they were soon immersed in trying to find the perfect dress, Olivia thankful that Kiera hadn’t continued their conversation about her and Alexander and that horrible word that scared her to her core.

  After shopping for several hours and trying on dress after dress, Olivia was ready to give up and call Alexander to tell him that she was not going with him.

  “Come on. Last one, I promise,” Kiera begged, thrusting a dress into her arms and shooing her back into the dressing room.

  “Fine,” Olivia replied unenthusiastically. Nothing had been working out for her that day. They had spent hours going from boutique to boutique, searching for the perfect dress, but nothing made Olivia feel good. Not one dress was even close to what she needed to have on her body to feel confident enough to get through the charity auction. Maybe she was fooling herself thinking that she could really live in Alexander’s perfect little world. He had everything…good looks, charm, money, a killer smile, a beautiful body that sent electricity through her entire being every time he was close. And the way he used that body… Olivia started panting as she stood in the dressing room just thinking about that body moving on top of her and beneath her and everything in between.

  “You okay in there?” Kiera shouted, bringing Olivia back from her thoughts.

  “Yeah,” she replied weakly. “Just a second.” She looked at the dress that Kiera had chosen. It appeared simple enough and that was what Olivia wanted. Something simple, yet elegant. And the dress fit the bill. Sliding the silk over her head and pulling up the zipper, her jaw dropped. The deep champagne shade accented her olive tone, making her skin seem to glow. The gown drew attention to her best features, with a deep V in the front and an even deeper V in the back, showing off her rather sculpted back. It clung loosely to her hips before falling to the floor, a slit running up almost the entire length of her right leg.

  “Holy shit!” Kiera exclaimed when Olivia walked out of the dressing room. “You look fucking smoking! You need that dress, even if you don’t wear it Saturday night. Damn. I wish I had long legs like yours.” She looked Olivia up and down, taking in her tall, lean frame.

  “Oh, stop it, Kiera. You know you’re hot.” Olivia turned to look at herself in the large one-hundred-eighty degree mirror.

  “Oh, I know that, but I wish I was taller. That’s all.” She grabbed a few pieces of jewelry off a nearby case and helped Olivia accent the dress. When she was done, Olivia stood draped in simple red jeweled accessories, contrasting perfectly with the deep champagne hue in the long elegant dress. Carefully stepping into a pair of champagne-colored heels, Olivia knew she had found the perfect dress.

  “What do you think?” Kiera asked quietly as Olivia stared at her reflection.

  “I feel like a princess.”

  Kiera smiled, squeezing her friend’s arms. “Good. Let’s buy that dress and go have a drink.”

  Olivia nodded.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  MINE

  AFTER THEIR DAY OF shopping, Olivia returned to Alexander’s place, quickly running downstairs to one of the guest rooms and hiding her purchases in the massive closet. Runner followed, wondering what she was doing down there. “Come on, boy,” Olivia said, heading back upstairs. “Let’s start dinner while we wait for Daddy.”

  Walking back into the kitchen, staring out through the large windows overlooking the waterfront, boats bobbing up and down in the distance, a strange feeling rushed over her. Everything seemed so perfect. She was happy. Smiling, she thought how far she had come since Alexander allowed her back into his life. As they slept together each night, Alexander wrapping his arms around her as she drifted off, she felt like she had finally found a home. Home was anywhere that Alexander was, and the thought both excited and frightened her.

  She made her way to the large temperature controlled wine cave just off the kitchen to pick out a bottle for dinner. Looking at the clock, she wondered what was keeping Alexander in his office after six on a Friday night. Her mind started to race, thinking about all the possible reasons why he could be detained. After finding a nice pinot noir, she quickly retreated back to the kitchen to find her new cell phone.

  Olivia: Hey. Everything okay?

  Several long moments passed with no response. What if something happened to him? Should she go to Martin’s condo on the lower floor to see if he knew anything? But if Martin was home, then Alexander would be home. He never went anywhere without Martin. Or, at least, she didn’t think he did. She really didn’t know. Making quick work of the cork, she poured herself a large glass of wine, needing the alcohol to calm her nerves.

  Pacing back and forth, Runner close behind her every step of the way, Olivia quickly finished her first glass of wine. She looked at the clock…six-thirty. With shaking hands, she poured another large glass and walked to the windows, looking out over the city, her heart racing as she mentally ran through every possible scenario about why he wasn’t home yet. Finally, she heard her phone ding. Leaping over the couch, she grabbed it.

  Alexander: Sorry, love. Meeting ran late. Just need to finish a few things and then I’ll be home. I miss you terribly.

  Olivia breathed a sigh of relief as she typed a response.

  Olivia: Miss you, too. I was really worried something bad happened to you.

  Her hands still shook uncontrollably as she raised her wine glass to her lips, hoping to calm her nerves. The thought of losing Alexander caused Olivia to panic. She couldn’t imagine life without him. Kiera’s words from earlier in the day replayed in her mind. Did she love him? Is that why she couldn’t control her rapid heartbeat at the thought of Alexander being ripped from her like everyone else in her life?

  He’s okay. Olivia had to keep repeating that phrase over and over again as she made her way back to the kitchen, grabbing what she needed to make her seafood risotto. As her heart began to slow, she decided that music would help cheer her mood a bit. She grabbed her iPad and started to stream music to Alexander’s surround sound system.

  She put on one of her playlists as she busied herself preparing their meal for the evening. Runner sat by the kitchen island, patiently waiting for any crumbs that may come his way, watching as Olivia chopped onions and garlic before throwing it into the sauté pan. Cooking helped take her mind off her fear of losing Alexander. She thought she was over that, but now she wasn’t too sure.

  ~~~~~~~~~~

  After receiving Olivia’s text that she was worried about him, Alexander bolted out of his office, feeling guilty for not having his phone with him during his meeting.

  “Martin!
Let’s go,” he shouted, walking briskly down the long corridor toward the elevator bank.

  “Have a nice weekend, Mr. Burnham!” his receptionist called out as he scurried into an elevator with Martin.

  The ride from his office building to the waterfront seemed unbelievably long. All he wanted to do was wrap his arms around Olivia and tell her that she didn’t need to worry about him. He wasn’t going anywhere. Ever.

  A few excruciatingly long minutes later, Alexander stepped into the foyer and punched in the door code. When he entered his penthouse, the sight that greeted him very nearly stopped his heart.

  A smile spread across his face as he watched Olivia dance along to music blaring throughout his entire home. Runner greeted him at the door, but Olivia continued to remain blissfully ignorant of his presence. Alexander stood a few feet from her, staring, hoping she wouldn’t notice him just yet while he enjoyed the view of her perfect body moving to a driving beat, wearing a pair of yoga pants and a tight pink tank top.

  Alexander listened to the song. It was clearly about sex. When Olivia sang about only getting off when in a certain position, he couldn’t help himself.

  “I hope that’s not the case, love.”

  “AAAAAGGGGGGHHHH!” Olivia screamed, jumping at the sound of a voice, ramming her back against a large pantry door. She clutched her chest, willing her heart to stop beating so fast. After several intense moments, she calmed down enough to see that it was Alexander. He leaned against the kitchen island, apparently enjoying the show, smiling, his dimples popping.

  “Holy shit. You scared me,” she exhaled.

  Alexander laughed as he stalked across the kitchen toward her, leaning his hand on the wall and placing a gentle kiss on her neck. She punched him in the arm. “Don’t ever creep up on me like that again. Jackass.”

  He smiled, looking down at her, before his eyes grew intense. “But, seriously, you don’t only come when you’re on top, do you, Olivia?”

  She stood on her toes, her mouth a mere breath away from his ear, sending shivers throughout his entire body. “You know that’s not the case,” she whispered before playfully smacking his ass and walking back to the stove to continue with the risotto.

  Alexander walked up behind her and turned off the heat on the burner. “Humor me, love. I want to make sure,” he said, his voice deep with desire. He placed his hand possessively on her stomach and trailed kisses down the side of her neck. She moaned in response and felt him harden behind her. He lowered his hand under her yoga pants, finding that sweet spot, slipping two fingers inside of her. She thrust with his motion.

  “This is mine,” he growled.

  Olivia moaned.

  “Do you understand, Olivia?” he asked as he continued to torture her, pushing in and out, his thumb brushing her clit.

  She moaned again, unable to form any response. Heat coursed through her body as she melted with Alexander’s words. It was true. She was his in every way possible. Her heart, body, and soul belonged to him. No one ever came close to making her feel as whole and complete as Alexander did.

  He swiftly lowered her pants and threw her over his shoulder, slapping her ass. She yelped in surprise, and he walked over to the couch, dropping her on her back. After ridding himself of his pants, he crawled on top of her, savagely entering her.

  “I said. Do. You. Un. Der. Stand?” Each syllable was met with another thrust.

  Olivia moaned out in pleasure when Alexander placed his thumb back on her overly sensitized clit.

  “Yes!” she screamed loudly as Alexander pushed into her even harder and faster. “It’s yours.”

  “What’s mine, Olivia?” he growled, continuing his torturous rhythm.

  “My pussy!” she yelled, shuddering around him as he thrusted into her.

  “That’s not all that’s mine.” He pulled out of her and quickly flipped her onto her stomach.

  “Get on your hands and knees, Olivia.”

  She quickly obeyed.

  Alexander reached between her legs and wet his fingers with her juices. “Mmmm,” he said. “Always so wet.”

  She leaned in to his fingers, desperate for his touch. “And greedy.” He pulled out, trailing his fingers up to her ass. He slowly pushed one finger inside of her.

  Alexander leaned down, nipping her shoulders. “This is mine, too,” he whispered.

  Olivia moaned, meeting his finger as it explored unchartered territory.

  “Say it, Olivia.”

  “It’s yours, Alexander.”

  He gently pushed his erection inside of her sex, still keeping his finger inside of her ass. “What was that?” He moved slowly inside her, the sensation an overwhelming feeling of fullness.

  “It’s all yours, Mr. Burnham,” Olivia whimpered. “My entire body.”

  Alexander growled, picking up his pace and pumping into Olivia even harder. “I want you to come again.”

  Her breathing increased. “I don’t know if I can.”

  Alexander reached around her with his other hand, pinching her nipple. “Oh, really?”

  “Fuck,” Olivia screamed out, her orgasm catching her by surprise.

  “That’s it, love. Give it to me,” Alexander growled and Olivia fell apart, the orgasm never seeming to end. He continued his relentless rhythm and, within moments, pushed into Olivia one last time, shouting her name in total ecstasy.

  It took several moments for their breathing to return to normal, Alexander clutching onto Olivia’s hips as he slowly came down from his orgasm. He gradually pulled out of her and helped her put her pants back on before attending to himself.

  Picking her up, he walked over to the kitchen as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He set her down on the kitchen island and kissed her, invading her mouth with his tongue. “Well, I’m glad we’ve settled that,” he said, pulling away and heading in the direction of the staircase.

  “What’s that?!” she shouted back.

  “You definitely don’t only come when you’re on top.” He winked as he disappeared up the stairs to shower before dinner.

  After running down the hall to the bathroom to clean up, Olivia returned to put the finishing touches on their risotto, an infectious grin on her face as she thought about the feel of Alexander’s body as it moved on top of and behind her. Would she ever get tired of that man? She highly doubted it.

  Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t realize when Alexander approached behind her as she stood stirring the risotto, making sure the texture was perfect.

  “I’m sorry I worried you before. The last thing I ever want to do is give you a reason to worry about me.” He turned her around and stared into her big brown eyes. “From now on, I’ll make sure I always have my cell on me, just in case. I’m so sorry, Olivia.”

  He pulled her into a tight embrace. She inhaled deeply, loving the smell of his aftershave and body wash. Running her hands up and down his muscled back, she felt a familiar throbbing sensation between her legs. Just one touch made her body come alive.

  Wanting to forget about how wrecked her nerves were for that half-hour, she simply nodded. “It’s okay. I know it’s stupid.”

  Pulling out of the embrace, Alexander looked at her face, her features so soft. There was such a strong resemblance to her mother. He wanted to say something, but stopped himself. “No, Olivia. It’s not okay. I gave you a reason to doubt me. I made you panic and I hate that.”

  Olivia cocked her eyebrows, looking at him with a questioning look on her face. How did he know?

  “The bottle of pinot on the counter is half gone. And the corkscrew still out with the cork on it indicates you just opened it. Anyway, it’s not important.” He placed a kiss on her forehead. “Now, feed me dinner, wench.” He slapped her ass playfully. She loved that side of him. It wasn’t often that the playful side emerged, but when it did, she couldn’t help but feel a warmth oozing through her entire body.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  CLARITY

  THAT EVENING, OLI
VIA STAYED in, deciding to forego playing with the band, trying to rest up for the following day. After dinner, she relaxed on the couch with Alexander. As she lay on her back, propping her feet up on his lap, she did some reading. Occasionally, she would gaze at him as he reviewed case files, wondering how she got so lucky to have him in her life.

  As he turned a page in the document that he was reviewing, his muscles flexed, bulging the arms of his tight gray shirt. She couldn’t help but smile and stare at him over her e-reader, blushing when she remembered what they had done on that very couch earlier, her eyes now shifting down to the jeans that fell so nicely from his hips.

  “Can I help you with something, Miss Adler?” he asked, lowering his dark-framed reading glasses.

  Fuck… Those are hot!

  “No. Just enjoying the view,” she smirked, licking her lips.

  “Really? And how is the view?” His voice was sweet with a hint of humor.

  “Slightly obstructed,” she giggled, the effects of the wine coming through.

  Alexander put the file he was reviewing on the coffee table. “How is that? Anything we can do to fix that?” His voice changed from playful to serious and sensual.

  She gazed into his eyes and simply nodded.

  “What do you want, Olivia?”

  “You. Naked.” She secretly loved it when he asked her what she wanted. It almost gave her a feeling of control but, deep down, she was well aware that when it came to Alexander, she had no control over what that man did to her.

  Alexander stood up, taking off his glasses.

  “No. Leave the glasses on,” Olivia said, her breathing growing heavy.

  He smiled. “Anything I can do to make you happy.” Placing the glasses back on his face, he stripped off his shirt and jeans, standing inches in front of where Olivia sat on the couch, his erection in front of her face.