“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?” I demanded. “It’s a yes or no kind of question, Lena.”
“I just—” she broke off and quickly shut the door. “I take them a lot, okay? I get paranoid every time my period is late – which it always is. So, I don’t know if I’m pregnant or if it’s a false positive.”
Great, fantastic. “Is this the first time you’ve gotten a positive?”
“Yes.”
“Then you’re pregnant.” I tossed the pillow on the bed and made for the door.
“Wait, Clo!” she cried, and grabbed my arm. “Don’t go, we haven’t been able to talk…”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” I snapped irritably. “Congrats Lena, you really got it all.”
I had my hand on the doorknob just as she threw herself against it and barricaded me from leaving. “Wait,” she pleaded. “Chloe, please, I can’t talk to anyone—”
“And?” I demanded. “This hasn’t been easy for me either.”
“I need you,” she continued, her eyes watering as she grabbed my hands. “I need someone, anyone, and you’re the only person who ever listened to me before. Pete won’t talk to me, he won’t answer my calls and mama won’t even look at me.”
Aunt Iva had gotten divorced after her husband had several affairs. I wasn’t surprised that she wasn’t talking to Lena now, not after I had thrown what happened in her face. “I had my entire life turned upside down because of you! You could have talked to me, you or Peter could have voiced what you were feeling and I wouldn’t feel like everyone around me is lying all the time. I don’t want to help you.”
Lena started to really cry. Ugly cry. She sunk to the floor in front of me with her head in her hands while she sobbed. I’d never seen her like this before; completely destroyed and falling apart. I couldn’t do anything but watch her, I was torn between running out the door and telling her off. I wanted to tell her off for making me have sympathy – she fucked my fiancé, I shouldn’t have to have sympathy for her ass. Especially if she was pregnant. But no matter how much I wanted to hate her, all I could see was my cousin crying because she was alone. Not even my cousin, she was practically my sister. I was going to hate myself for this.
I sunk down and pulled her toward me for a hug. She sobbed and clung to me while I pet her hair.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “Chloe, I’ll never be able to apologize enough but I am, and it only happened twice but it never should have happened at all…”
No, it shouldn’t have. “You’re right.”
She sniffled loudly and wiped her nose with her sleeve, I cringed. “I wasn’t over him, and I just—I should have talked to you or said something but I didn’t want to break you apart—”
“Stop,” I pleaded hoarsely. I didn’t want to hear about why or when it happened, I wanted to move on. “Okay? I don’t want to talk about it, but I can’t just leave you like this.”
“I’m sorry,” she repeated, crying harder now.
I stayed with Lena a long time, letting her cry it out and soothing her until she was finally coherent again. When she was finally less of a catastrophe I grabbed my bag and made for the door. She stopped me before I left and begged me to call her the next day, I reluctantly agreed and practically ran the second she released my arm.
My mom and Iva were chatting and called out for me but I just pushed past them and headed for the docks. Inside I felt like I had nothing and all I could think about was Alex and how, even though our arrangement hadn’t been romantic, he refused to even consider pursuing a relationship with another woman.
I wanted to feel special like that again, to feel like he would do anything for me just to keep me around even if I was just his plaything and a companion. I knew exactly how I could feel that way too, and that he wouldn’t begrudge giving it to me.
As soon as I got back home I ran full speed for the house and took the stairs two at a time up to Alex’s bedroom. Inside, I stripped down and glanced at the bathroom. Do I have enough time? I figured I had enough just to freshen up just a little.
I took the fastest shower of my life and poured through his bathroom cabinets until I found what I was looking for – a silver makeup box stuffed in the back behind a stack of towels. It was my old travel box, one that I knew he had kept when he found it in his car after we broke our arrangement off. It was filled with expired makeup, old brushes, and countless bottles of skincare products. I managed to find one of the designer bottles of perfume he had gotten me and spritzed myself a few times before rubbing myself down with lotion. I felt like I was preparing to be sacrificed and at the same time it was like I thrust back in time to getting ready for a night now. It actually felt really nice to get all dolled up.
Once I had my hair done and I thought I was ready, I went back to his bedroom and crawled across the king-size bed. The sheer drapes were pulled back and tied to the posts, as I arranged the pillows around me I couldn’t help but giggle; I felt like a princess. I wasn’t lying there long before I heard the door downstairs open and close, followed by his heavy steps on the stairs.
My heart caught in my throat but I steeled myself and crossed my legs as I lounged backward. Alex stood in the door way for a minute, just staring at me before slowly entering the room. He dropped his bag to the floor and cocked his head as he circled around the bed; his thumbs hitched on his belt and eyes laser focused on me.
“I want something,” I told him as I stretched out languidly. “And you’re only allowed to touch me if I get it.” The key was to not touch myself, to look needy and desperate and like I was begging him for water in the dessert – then I could have anything I wanted.
“Mm,” he hummed. “You can have anything you want, baby girl, you know that.”
“I want something sparkly and expensive and big.” I touched my collarbone while telling him that, making it clear what exactly I wanted.
“Gold or platinum?”
I scoffed and pushed myself up on my knees with a theatrical pout. “I said expensive, why do you even need to ask?”
His eyes glittered with a dark mischief that made my heart beat faster and my body feel like it was on fire. Without a word, he seized my throat in a vice-like grip and pulled me up to him. “You’re a spoiled brat,” he said coldly. “Now spread your legs and show me how bad you want it.”
In my head, I could hear my mom telling me that the best thing I could do was to be self-sufficient; that providing for myself was its own reward, and I could also hear the nasty comments from people telling me that it was gross and wrong to want Alex to buy me nice things in exchange for whatever the fuck he wanted to do to me. I didn’t care, because at the end of the day I loved all the fucked-up things he wanted to do to me.
I pulled away from his grasp to lie back on the bed with my legs spread and my most vulnerable area completely exposed to him. Alex moved around the side of the bed to the chair across the room and sat down.
“Keep going,” he said, gesturing to me with a tight-lipped smile.
I moved my hands slowly down my body, trailing my fingers lightly over my breasts and abdomen and arching into my touch. My fingers danced over the soft thatch of hair above my slit before coming back up to circle my nipples in slow, controlled strokes. I writhed against the silken sheets, my feet slid over them as I propped my legs up and moaned. It was more for show than anything but that didn’t mean I wasn’t turned on by knowing that he was watching me.
Tilting my head back, I sucked my middle and index fingers into my mouth, coating them in a thick layer of saliva before dipping them back down to my pussy. I spread myself open, letting him watch as I teased my entrance and clit slowly. My breathing became shallow and I bit off a whimper when I finally let my fingers dipped inside. When I finally looked over to Alex again he had his cock out and was letting it rest against his stomach lazily. His shirt was undone and suddenly he stood up and tossed it to the floor while I continued to hold his gaze and finger myself. Next went his pants and I knew it wouldn’t be long until he had me screaming his name.
He grinned as he loomed over me, I smirked and reached for him. He crawled across me, up to my mouth and kissed me hard. I moaned against him and grabbed his shoulders, sinking my nails into his muscle and pulling him harder against me. I wanted to feel his weight, to feel him everywhere with nowhere to go. His kiss was demanding and harsh, forcing my lips to open to his and teasing my tongue as his swept my mouth. I felt like I was going to melt into him, that there would be nothing left of me after he had his way.
I pushed Alex down on the bed and straddled him; his hands went to my hips to hold me steady while I positioned his cock better. I needed him now more than ever. With his cock in hand I rubbed it along my slit, focusing longer on my swollen clitoris and letting my eyes flutter shut at the sensation. He groaned with impatience and adjusted so that he was just barely inside me, my eyes went wide and he jerked my hips down to his. I threw my head back and gasped at the feeling of being so full so soon.
“Fuck me,” he ordered. “You wanted to be on top, show me that you deserve it.”
I couldn’t say anything; I was too far gone and needed to finish. I fucked him hard and slow, sinking down on his cock as I leaned back with one hand braced on his thigh to arch my back. He felt even longer from this angle and every time I rose back up only to descend back down I gasped or whimpered. My body prickled with electricity and every stroke of his cock on my g-spot sent waves of cooling pleasure over me. The door across from us was open, giving me a view of the catwalk and large windows overlooking the ocean. It felt so naughty to fuck him like this; in his house with the door open, knowing how many times I had dreamt of sneaking up to his room.
His hands massaged my tits, pulling and teasing my nipples cruelly but in just the right way that made me beg for more.More. I was so close. I forced myself to go faster and he groaned; grabbing my hips and pulling me back hard every time I came back up.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I begged, throwing my head back as my fingers sought my clit again. “Fuck me harder, I’m gonna come!”
Alex growled and dug his fingers into my hips as he rocked me back and forth on his cock, I strummed my clit faster with one hand and massaged my breast with the other, panting as I got tantalizingly close to my climax. Something clattered to the floor and my head jerked up in surprise to see Peter standing in the doorway, his mouth was agape and hand clutching his keys so tightly it looked like blood was going to start pouring onto the floor. And I couldn’t stop myself from coming if I tried.
I cried out and arched my back as heat surged through me and my toes curled, my eyes squeezed shut and I ground down on Alex just as he hissed slammed up into me with his own finish. Barely thirty-seconds went by with Peter standing stock-still in the doorway before Alex noticed and threw me off him and jerked the blanket over to cover me as he slammed the door. I clutched the blanket to myself and watched while he just stood there like his son had.
Then I started to laugh. I couldn’t stop it; it started as a breathy giggle but soon turned into full cackling with me face down on the bed.
“What the fuck am I going to do with you, glykia mou?” he complained, coming back to flop beside me on the bed.
“Spank me?” I teased, peeking up at him from behind a wall of blonde hair. “Or make me his step-mother, you can choose.”
Alex laughed and pulled me back on top of him. “I’ll have to think about that one while I’m out jewellery shopping,” he replied with a smirk.
I grinned and kissed his cheek before laying back down on his chest and sighing happily. “I missed you tonight,” I told him quietly.
“Are you going to tell me what set you off?” he asked. “I know when something’s wrong, glykia mou, you can’t hide from me.”
“Not yet,” I said with a short shake of my head. “I just want to pretend nothing’s wrong for a little while…”
He sighed and kissed the top of my head. “You can have the night, but I want to know what happened in the morning.”
I smirked again and hid my face. “If Peter isn’t waiting there to bitch you out,” I agreed.