Chapter 67: Chapter 67

CHAPTER 24

"Let me thank you again." I say, as I begin to kiss him. He holds my waist. He breaks the kiss. Tucking my hairs behind my ear, he begins to kiss my neck, his hands massaging my waist. I moan.

Somehow, we find our way to the elevator, still kissing. I jump on Alex, my legs wrapped around his waist and my right hand, underneath his shirt.

"I've waited for this moment for so long." He says. I ignore him, still finding my way to his lips. My eyes are closed. The elevator opens and I realize we're in a hallway, there are rooms there.

"Do you have a keycard?" I ask.

"Yes." He responds.

"So you planned to have sex with me?" I ask, gasping.

"Only if you initiated it." He responds.

"Fair enough. Open it." He opens the door. "Don't turn on the lights. The windows." I say, as I notice the windows are huge. He drops me on the floor. He comes behind me. He begins to unzip my dress. He kisses my waistline. I moan, holding my hair up. He gets up. I can feel his skin on mine, his warmness, radiating on me.

He whispers, "Should I be gentle?"

I tilt my head. "No, Alexander." I respond. He pushes me on the bed. I gasp, surprised. My back is arched, his hand on my neck. It's as though my body explodes as soon as he enters me. I moan, "Ah." He doesn't waste time going deeper as the speed of light. I hold his hand as he bites my lips softly, feeling his thrusts go deeper, and deeper. I begin to assist him, pushing myself and grinding myself on him. He carries me and lays me down on the bed, on my back. He separates my legs. I can't look at him, so I look away, covering my breasts. I couldn't believe that I was doing this.

"Don't hide from me, Natalie." He says, taking my hands off my breasts. He cups my left breast and begins to suck on my right nipple. I can feel my pupils dilate as I move my legs up the bed.

"Don't." I say, as I stop him from leaving my breasts. He continues. This time, he enters me simultaneously. I close my eyes as I hold his back. I see Luke's face. I open my eyes, startled.

"Did I hurt you? What is it? Do you want me to stop?"

I gulp, nodding. "No, don't stop." I respond.

"I want you to say my name again. Tell me not to stop, and say my name, Natalie."

"Don't stop, Alexander. Don't stop, Alexander." I say, and he begins to move in me. His movements are faster than before. I moan, continuously. I begin to kiss him, as he continues in me. He raises my legs and places them on his chest. He continues inside me, again." "Mmmm, ah!" I grab the sheets, as I begin to feel him more intensely. He lets go of me. I sit up. I sit on him, and I begin to grind, biting my lips.

"Do you like it?" I ask. Jeez, Natalie. How have I become so out of control?

"Yes, I do." Alex replies, clenching his teeth. I begin to move sideways, up and down. I hug Alex, continuously practicing my small choreography. His hands are on my butt.

We get up. "The table." I point at, dragging Alex with me. I sit on it, looking at Alex seductively. I touch my  lips with my hand. I look at it. My lipstick was still intact. It was expensive after all. Alex comes to me and enters me, and I scream. He holds my waist and I return the favor, holding onto his waist too. As I feel the pleasure, I think of Luke. He must've been this intimate with Laurel. That's how he got her pregnant. Were they making love right now too? I frown. Alex carries me down and turns me so that we are both facing the table. He continues penetrating me, his left hand fondling my left breast and his right hand, intertwined with mine and on the wall.

***

"That was intense." Alex says, as we both lay on the bed, still in the nude.

"I agree."

"Was I okay?" Alex asks. We both are breathing heavily.

"Most definitely. You were." I respond, somewhat embarrassed.

I can feel his eyes on me. "Better than your ex husband?" I freeze at his question. I get up, and head for the shower.

I feel ecstatic as the hot water touches my body. I exhale. It had been one hell of a night.

"I'm sorry if I upset you." I'm startled. "You startled me." I respond, resting on the wall.

"Can I join you?"

I nod. He comes. "You know about my ex husband, and I'm sure you know who he is."

"I do."

I move closer to him, the water still pouring on me. "Then if you know that, you might also know that after him, you're the first man I've been with." I say, placing my hand on his chest. "I haven't had sex in a almost two years, so, can you make me forget him?" I ask. He cups my chin.

"With pleasure." He says, and we make love again, in the shower.

I tiptoe round the room, trying my best to not wake Alex up. It was quarter past one. I pick up my phone from the floor. "Bloody hell." I mutter as I see sixty missed calls. Calls from Lydia, Ashley and aunt Ruth. I wear my heels and pick up Louis’ gift. I turn to look at Alex, still sleeping calmly. I take my leave.

**

Surprisingly, aunt Ruth opens the door. I move back, alarmed. "Please, don't hit me again." I plead, my hands guarding my face. She drags me in and hugs me. I hug her back, content. "I thought something happened to you. You scared me. Where were you?" She asks. Ashley walks in, surprised and relieved to see me.

"I'm sorry. I lost track of time. I had to fix something at the office."

"You stayed at the office so late? It's after two, Natalie, who stays at work until this time?"

"Apparently, me. I'm practically the owner of that company, aunt." I say as I head for the couch. Jeez. I felt sore. Was I supposed to feel this way? It wasn't my first time. "Where's Louis? He must be sleeping."

"Yes, ma'am, he is. We were so worked up. Ms. Lydia kept calling to find out if you were home already." Lydia had left a few days after Louis birthday. She had missed her house and surprisingly, wanted to see David.

"That's fine. I'll let her know I'm home now. Aunt, come, sit down," I look at Ashley, "Honey, can you please give us a moment?" She smiles and leaves.

"I'm glad you still care for me, aunt. I have missed your company." I say, holding her hand.

"Me too, my darling. I couldn't keep away when Ashley called me to tell me you hadn't been home. I raced over here like a mad woman."

I chuckle, "I didn't think you would miss Louis’ birthday though."

She looks at me. I can see sadness in her eyes. "What is it, aunt?"

"Mark is sick. Really sick, he has a tumor in the brain."

I'm shocked. I hadn't seen uncle Mark in a long time. Last time I saw him was at the funeral, and we didn't even speak to one another. There had always been a friction between him and I. Deep down, I wondered if this was his punishment from God for being a racist. "I am so sorry, aunt. I had no idea." I move closer to her, giving her a tight hug. "Can't they treat him? I mean, take out the tumor?”

"The doctor said if the surgery is done, there's a sixty percent chance it won't be successful."

"Well, don't lose hope. That's better than no solution at all. I mean, if we have to fly in doctors from around the world, Korea, China, India, I will do that, aunt. It breaks my heart seeing you cry." I console her, cleaning her tears. Deep down, I had a feeling that uncle Mark would die. He wouldn't make it.