“I—why?”
I can hear the fear in her voice. I hate it. I hate it as much as what I am feeling right now. “Go. The. Fuck. Home.”
I don’t hear the door close. I just know she is gone.
14
Leo
The persistent ringing of my cell phone pulls me back from the darkness of my thoughts. It’s Drake, I hit ignore. I can’t talk to him right now. I can’t talk to anyone, the one person I want to talk to I can’t because I have no fucking idea if I can contain my anger while I talk to her. Shock hits me to see it’s almost four o’clock. For over an hour I have sat here like a fucking zombie.
Anger gets me moving and all the way to Alexa’s condo. I pound on the door and hear her gasp from the other side. “Open the door, Alexa.” I can feel her thinking on the other side. “Now.”
She opens the door. She’s still in what she wore to work, a thin plain blue cotton blouse and black slacks, only now her hair is down. She is holding onto the door as if it’s the only thing holding her up. A meow comes from a large ball of black and gray fur sitting beside her. He doesn’t appear any happier to see me than Alexa. I ignore them both, needing to see the proof for myself.
It’s not a huge condo. The living room and dining room are one large room with bamboo floors, and a smaller galley kitchen looks recently updated. The walls are a pale blue with art on the walls, none of it what I thought it would be. There is one long leather couch and a single large overstuffed chair. Behind the flat screen television is a wall of bookcases filled to the bursting with books. Nothing indicates a man lives here.
I open the one closed door I know leads to the bedroom. The walls are lavender, there is a queen size bed against a wall. Everything is feminine without a single male thing in the room.
In the center of the room, I turn to make sure I have not missed anything. I spot it against the wall, it’s a large collage style frame with the words of: In Memoriam, at the top. There is a funeral pamphlet, one of the photos is the picture of the supposed Felix.
Alexa is standing in the doorway, her blue eyes huge. Her hand is pressed against her stomach, I see it now for what it is, a move to still her nerves. “There is no Felix.”
Her nod is small, “I’m not married. Felix, he’s Felix.” She points at the cat who keeps sending his head into my shin.
“You lied to me. You and Natalie. It’s why Natalie took the job in Bournemouth. She knew I was going to figure it out and ran while she could.”
Another nod, her face aflame.
“You looked me in the eye every day, and you lied to me. You didn’t run. You didn’t quit. Why? Because you knew I wanted to fuck you.”
Alexa shakes her head, her eyes down yet she says not a fucking word.
“What did you think was going to happen? I was going to get a taste of your pussy and forget you are a lying bitch. Is your pussy that good, Alexa? So good I’ll forget I’m deep inside a lying slut willing to trade her body for my money?”
She looks up, I fucking hate the way the sight of the tears running down her face hits me like a body blow. There is no sniffling, no sobs, just tears running down her beautiful face. Shaking her head, she wipes her tears as she looks away. “It wasn’t like that, Leo. I swear it was never like that.”
Rage flashes hot and bright at her for her tears, for her lies. My hand goes around the back of her neck and yanks her close. “How the fuck am I supposed to believe anything that comes out of your mouth? Do you think I’m ever going to believe anything from it again? Whether words, a laugh, a moan, or a whimper. I can’t trust anything that comes from your mouth. This mouth I dreamed about, that I spent nights wondering what it would taste like.” I allow a finger to trace the plump, trembling, soft skin. “You knew of my desire for you, that my hunger kept me awake at night. I know you know because you felt the same. Every day I saw it in your eyes, every night I dreamed of being inside you and woke cock hard and alone.”
“Leo.” It comes out of her as a moan, my body responds.
“Do not fucking say my name like that. Don’t say a word. Unless it’s no, and you say it now.” One hand still around the back of her neck, I use the other to grip the opening of her blouse and yank.
Her eyes go wide, and she trembles, but her lips close tight.
“Exactly as I thought. You aren’t about to say no. I can smell you, Alexa. Your pussy getting wet for me, ready for the fuck we both have been wanting for weeks.”
She blushes, her blush is absurd.
I laugh at her false shame. The blouse had torn from one shoulder and down the middle where it was buttoned. Fuck, my cock jumps at the sight of Alexa in the black, sheer bra across her beautiful breasts. Like a fucking kid, I clumsily cup one heavy, full breast. I’m unable to tear my eyes away from the sight of the nipple tightening as I rub my thumb over it. Her breath is coming out of her ragged
as I run my hand down and then over to her other breast teasing it more lightly than the first. She moans. I tweak her nipple painfully. “Keep your fucking mouth closed.”
Her eyes flash at me even as she presses her lips together tighter. Good, I don’t want to hear anything that reminds me of those fantasies I had of her. Those were of another woman, a woman who does not exist. This is a woman who played a part to get what she wanted. I wish knowing everything about her was a lie made the hunger go away. The only way to sate this hunger is to feed it and be done with it and her.
Her skin glows against the black silk covering her, the closure is in the front between her breasts. The catch falls apart easily, I draw one silky cup away from her. Dreams and fantasies are nothing compared to the real thing, full, sweetly rounded pouting for attention. Cupping the slight weight of her, she fits and fills my hand perfectly. I tease the tight, dusky coral nipple with a few swipes of my thumb. I’m fascinated by the play of emotion on Alexa’s face. Highly sensitive nipples, duly noted is my last thought as I give into the need to sample her.
A light grazing of my tongue teases her to full attention before I take the sweet bud into my mouth and suck lightly. Just a sample of her then my hunger takes over until she is gasping, her fingers tightening painfully in my hair. Her legs give out, I swing her up and take her over to her bed. I’m not gentle as I set her down. Gentle is not something she deserves anymore. Once I dreamed of gentle, of slow, of hours. Now I just need to fuck her and get this hunger out of my system.