Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
I just wasn’t made that way.
“You look so fucking beautiful right now. You’re fucking beautiful all the time. I don't say it because it makes me want to be with you,” I added, needing to speak some truth. To show her I wasn’t a complete bastard when it came to her.
I kissed her one last time, memorizing everything about her at that moment. Her eyes, her flushed cheeks, her pouty lips, and messy hair. I laid down, swiftly bringing her along. She curled into me, nuzzling into my torso. An arm draped across my chest.
“Go to sleep,” I whispered, kissing the top of her head. Inhaling her vanilla scent, trying not to remember the last time a girl laid in my arms.
I shook off the memories, pulling Lexi closer. Feeling her plaguing emotions stirring all around us. Consuming me. I lazily rubbed her back not wanting to stop touching her soft, silky skin. It didn’t take long for her breathing to even out. I shut my eyes, loving the fact that she was there with me.
“I love you, Alejandro,” she sighed in her sleep. Her body fell heavy into my embrace.
I wish I could say I didn’t expect it. That I wasn’t prepared, or didn’t fucking know she would say it.
I did.
If it had been anyone else, I wouldn’t have hesitated to tell them to get the fuck out. She was different. She was mine. I laid there with my arms wrapped around her, never wanting to let her go. Kissing the top of her head, letting my lips linger. I knew what I had to do now, even though it would kill me. Without a second thought, I moved her gently off my body.
Murmuring, “I’m so fucking sorry.”
And left.
I smiled, sinking deeper into the silk sheets of his bed. Envisioning everything that happened last night. His masculine scent engulfing me, surrounding me, I couldn’t have been more blissfully content. I was happy in his bed. For the first time in my life, something gave me hope and happiness, other than ballet.
Him.
It was late into the morning by the time I stirred, the sun shining through the curtains, yesterday's storm long gone. The irony wasn't lost on me. The grim day turned into a beautiful night, filled with pleasure and love. Filled with everything I ever wanted. I immediately reached for him. His side of the bed was cold and empty as if he hadn’t been there for hours. I sat up, taking the sheet with me. Searching the vast space for any sign of him. Looking for him.
I was alone.
“Alejandro!” I shouted, thinking maybe he was nearby, showering or watching me sleep.
Silence.
My eyes went to the bedside table, hoping to find a note. He didn’t leave one. I took a deep breath, laying back into the mattress, craving to feel him in any way I could. Needing his touch. I didn't want the feel of his hands all over me, and everything that happened between us the night before, to go away. Finally, being able to lay in his arms. I instinctively reached for my neck, softly touching the tender flesh lying beneath my fingers.
Letting my mind wander to the erotic images of last night. Each and every touch, every moan was engrained into my soul. I never let anyone close to me, not like I did with him. Nothing Alejandro did to me in bed brought back the memories of the monster I’d lived with all those years.
I smiled.
My stomach fluttering, my pussy throbbing just at the mere thought of his hands and mouth on me. I reached for my lips, softly brushing my fingers over them, remembering the way he claimed my mouth. Making me taste my sweet arousal. It was the most surreal, erotic, experience of all my life. I couldn’t wait to do it again.
With him.
I knew he probably needed some space with all of the conflicting emotions tearing into him. This was all new for him as well. I didn’t care that he had left me here alone, I had made my way into his cold heart, and dark soul. I was embedded in there, whether he wanted me to be or not.
Only his.
As much as I didn’t want to leave the comfort of his bed, his room, his space, I knew I had no choice. The Head Master of ABT wanted to talk to me. I’d been in such a hurry to get home to him on Friday that I promised I would come in Sunday for a meeting. I reluctantly got up, going straight into my room to get ready. It was no longer a space I felt comfortable in, already wanting to go back to his room where I felt his energy all around me. It didn’t take long to get ready, throwing on some clothes, foregoing a shower.