Taken (Dark Desires 1)

They got into bed nevertheless, because it was too late for her to go home and they had slept together several times for it to become comfortable. Alisha tried to seduce him again, she had even managed to peel off his pants, but Devon didn’t allow her to get any further than that. He was tired, was his excuse; and Alisha didn’t look like she believed him.

She went to sleep, pissed off at him for wasting her night, and Devon remained awake almost the entire time, wondering what was wrong with him.

Having sex with Alisha, or any woman; had never been a problem for him before. But for some reason, this night, he wasn’t even turned on by her. The only thought in his mind was that he wanted to be with Belle. He had called Alisha for that very reason, to rid himself of thoughts about Belle. But she hadn’t been successful at that. He still wanted Belle. Hers was the only face that floated up in his mind every time he closed his eyes, and he had spent the whole night dreaming about her.

Alisha moved and stretched her arms, as Devon stood up and started putting his shirt on.

“Going to the gym?” she asked him, raising her head slightly.

“Yeah,” he replied and walked over to his walk-in closet.

Alisha had propped herself on her elbows and was watching him walking around the room. When Devon looked over at her, he couldn’t help but admire her chocolate brown nipples and her small perfectly shaped breasts. Breasts he had enjoyed sucking on many occasions before. Today, however, Alisha’s naked body had no effect on him.

“What happened to you last night?” she asked him, tucking in strands of her brunette hair behind her ears.

Devon took in a deep breath and picked out the gym clothes he would need. He was debating whether to tell Alisha the truth. They had been friends for so long, friends with benefits; that there was practically nothing that they didn’t know about each other.

“Oh my God, you’re in love!” Alisha screeched and a hand went up to her mouth.

Devon met her gaze and shook his head.

“No, it’s not that. I don’t even know her. We just met,” Devon said and a mischievous smile had formed on Alisha’s face. She was straightening herself up, to sit up in bed.

“So it is about a girl,” she said and Devon shrugged.

“Who is it?” she asked, as Devon took out the shoes he needed.

“I can’t tell you that,” he said and Alisha raised an eyebrow at that.

“Is she like forbidden fruit or something?” she asked and Devon remained quiet as he tied his shoelaces.

“Okay, at least tell me what the problem is,” she said and Devon took in another deep breath.

“She has a boyfriend, and she might be too young for me,” he said, standing up again. Alisha was gazing at him, with her eyebrows crossed.

“It’s so unlike you to give up so easily. What’s going on?” she asked and Devon looked back at her.

“I like her. She’s a nice girl. I don’t want to put her in a situation that could end up hurting her,” he said and Alisha stared at him wide eyed. She was finding it hard to believe that Devon Rymer, the shrewd successful advertising mogul who she knew, was softening up because of a girl he barely even knew.

“I really can’t even picture this girl, who has brought you to your knees. So much so that you won’t even fuck me. It’s crazy!” Alisha said and then she laughed.

Devon was changing into his gym clothes now, piling up his night clothes on the floor next to his feet. His housekeeper would take care of them after he was gone to the gym. He was accustomed to these daily luxuries.

“You have to do something about it, Devon. She could be the one!” Alisha said and Devon shook his head.

“Like I said, she has a boyfriend and she’s too young for me,” he said and Alisha rolled her eyes.

“So what? You have to do something, Devon!” she said and he had already started walking towards the bedroom door.

“I appreciate your advice, Alisha. And I’m sorry that I called you over last night. Have a nice day. You can see yourself out, I trust,” he said at the door and Alisha sank back into bed. It was too early in the day for her.

“You have to fuck her if you want to get her out of your head, Devon!” he heard her say as he closed the door behind him.

Devon clenched his jaw as he walked towards his front door. His housekeeper, Bertha, was already in the kitchen, cleaning.

“Morning Bertha, leave the cleaning up of my bedroom till midday please,” Devon told her as he kept walking.

“Yes, Sir,” Bertha mumbled.