Swallowing nervously at his close proximity, I took a deep breath and then glared up at him. “Move away, asshole. Ever heard of personal space?”
When he didn’t, I placed my hands over his chest to push him away. “What the fuck is your problem?” I hissed, but he didn’t move.
Instead, he grabbed my hands and held them to his chest. Before I could blink or think, his other arm quickly snaked around my waist. He pulled me into his body, his hold unyielding.
“What th—” I started to say, but he cut me off.
“Shut up.”
And then he slammed his lips on mine. I gasped in shock, and he took the opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth. I didn’t move at first, but instinctively, I surrendered to his kiss. My lips moved over his, tentatively at first. He growled low in his chest and deepened the kiss.
He pulled back and glared down at me. “This. This is my fucking problem,” he said, brushing his thumb over my sensitive lips.
Gasping, I pushed him away and stumbled back into the wall. “You bastard,” I whispered, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. “How dare you?”
“You kissed me back. You want this.”
“I’m with Artur,” I murmured in shock.
“He doesn’t matter,” he replied, his face expressionless.
“Fuck you!” I said through gritted teeth, my breathing harsh to my own ears.
“That’s what I’m saying.”
Moving forward in a flash, I reared back and punched him in the face. He swore loudly and held his nose.
“Keep your hands off me. I swear to God, you come near me again, I will hurt you.”
I walked away, leaving him behind. But as I went, my eyes prickled with hot tears. Blinking them away, I refused to let them fall.
How dare he?
After everything…after so long…why now?
The sound of my name brought me back to the present. I blinked in shock and stared at Artur through the mirror. He gave me a confused look and turned me around in his arms. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m fine. Phoenix was just teasing me and being annoying. I got mad and kinda punched him in the face. You know how I am.”
“He isn’t going to be a problem? I can talk to him if you want,” Artur suggested, giving me a quick peck on the lips.
“No, it’s okay. I have everything under control,” I replied with a shake of my head. Artur still gave me a suspicious look. I sweetly smiled up at him, trying to distract him.
I didn’t want him to think about Phoenix.
And I didn’t want to think about Phoenix. He wasn’t important. Not anymore. It was just me and Artur. And I wanted to get lost in the man who was standing in front of me, looking down at me as if I was his everything.
Running my hands over his chest and hard stomach, I made my way down until I palmed his cock through his black pants. I gave him a squeeze, and he hissed, instantly hardening under my teasing touch.
“So where were we? I believe you owe me an orgasm, Mister. Or maybe several,” I teased.
“Fuck,” he muttered. Grabbing me around the waist, he threw me on the bed before falling on top of me. Spreading my thighs, he settled between them.
“This is going to be a long night, baby.”
“Oh, I was hoping it would be,” I replied coyly, moving my hands to his shoulders.
Chapter 7
Ayla
1 week later
I was quickly getting dressed when I saw Alessio coming out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around this waist. My eyes followed his movement across the room, and I saw him smirk when he caught my eyes on him.
Stopping in front of me, he arched an eyebrow at me mischievously. “Like what you see?”
Letting out a sigh, I shook my head in exasperation. Alessio could be infuriating sometimes. He was calm and outright arrogant. Not to forget confident in everything. But those were the few things I liked about him. He wasn’t borderline or rude.
Alessio knew he was hot and used it to his advantage every time.
“You know I do,” I mumbled under my breath with a roll of my eyes.
“Louder. I didn’t hear that,” he said, moving closer to me.
Shaking my head, I laughed. “Nope. I’m not saying it louder. You clearly heard it.”
“Kitten,” Alessio warned.
I shivered at his nickname for me. I wasn’t in denial anymore. I loved it when he called me that. There was something so primitive, intense, and enticing about the way he said it.
“Alessio, I’m going to be late. I need to help Maddie and Lena with breakfast,” I admonished, taking a step away from him.
He crossed his arms, staring at me expectantly. Shaking my head, I smiled. He was so hard to resist. “No.”
Giving him another look, I turned around and went to the bathroom to fix my hair. I was pulling my hair up in a ponytail when I saw Alessio walking in, already dressed in his black suit.