ALEX'S POV
I came back from work, feeling utterly exhausted and drained. It was the start of the weekend, but there had been a relentless deluge of work piled high on my desk. My manager was still on leave this month, and he wouldn't resume work until next month. Consequently, there was a constant surge of demand and a daunting number of clients to satisfy.
I sank instantly onto a plush cushion in my living room. Without needing a word, my assistant, who already anticipated my exact needs, went straight toward the wine room—a specific space I had custom-designed solely for storing my collection.
He opened a specialized wine fridge and effortlessly brought out the Mega Wine, which is both my absolute favorite and rumored to be the most expensive vintage in all of New York. I had already bought it in bulk cartons and stored several bottles, chilled perfectly, in the freezer.
The first time I ever tasted it was during President Barack Obama's birthday celebration; I'd been instantly captivated and had since decreed it my special occasion wine.
He respectfully presented the glass to me. I took a slow, appreciative sip before placing it carefully on the polished, expensive table in my livng room. Picking up my phone, I idly scrolled through some headlines when a message notification popped up. I opened WhatsApp to see it was Annabelle.
"Hello sweetie, it's the weekend! Where are we going to have fun tonight?" her message read.
The truth, a bitter pill I swallowed daily, was that I still loved Angel. I prayed continuously for her return to this country, certain that one day I would confront her, deal with her betrayal, and still make her my wife. She couldn't inflict such profound humiliation upon me and simply walk away free. Perhaps she hadn't considered how people would view me after we'd finalized our wedding plans, only for her to flee the country mere days before the ceremony.
People had called that day, showering me with congratulations for my upcoming wedding, only to be met with my terse announcement that the wedding was canceled. Their disappointment had been a festering wound to my ego.
"I will take you to the Evergreen Hotel tonight," I texted back, then lowered my phone to take another fortifying sip of my chilled wine.
The fact was, I was only using Annabelle to satisfy my sexual desires. She was the one who had covertly sabotaged my wedding with Angel, and I had sworn she wouldn't escape unpunished. Marrying her, however, was out of the question. That would be a different kind of defeat.
I finished the drink, then pulled off my custom-tailored suit, dropping it onto a nearby velvet cushion. Smoothly, one of my housemaids, who always seemed to materialize precisely when needed, swiftly collected the suit and carried it to the laundry room, where the dedicated staff would take over.
I made my way to my spacious bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, hoping to snatch a few hours of much-needed rest before my evening plans. Sleep claimed me almost instantly, doing its merciful justice.
I woke around 8:23 PM, my phone ringing insistently. I checked the caller ID – Annabelle – and simultaneously glanced at the time. I figured she was probably calling to remind me of our rendezvous. I answered the call.
"Come over to the house," I stated, then ended the call without waiting for a reply. I headed straight into the bathroom, shedding my clothes, letting the powerful spray of the shower wash away the last vestiges of the day's stress – not that there was much grime to wash away; a man of my standing was always fresh and impeccably neat.
Within minutes, Annabelle arrived at my mansion. She let herself into my bedroom, her presence initially unnoticed by me. I'd finished bathing and was drying myself with a plush towel, completely naked, when I stepped back into the room.
I almost retreated back into the bathroom when I saw her, but it was too late; she had already seen me and my nakedness. No point rushing back now.
"You're here already?" I asked, walking calmly towards my expansive wardrobe to get dressed.
"Yeah, I was almost here when I called, just to confirm you were around," she replied, her voice soft.
I continued to search through my collection for the perfect outfit to wear to the nightclub. My presence there was always acknowledged, and I needed to be dressed impeccably. After all, the Evergreen Hotel was the best in the entire New York City, and I had only opened it three months prior.
I felt Annabelle's body press against my back. I didn't particularly mind. I kept sifting through my clothes, looking for the most expensive option, when her hand suddenly crossed my body and landed firmly on my penis. She held it from behind, beginning to caress it, causing it to stir.
"You need to stop right now, let me get dressed. We're late already," I said, a faint tremor in my voice. My body was responding to her touch, and I felt a pang of disappointment at my own verbal resistance.
"You're more important to me than that club," she whispered into my ear. I started to turn to speak, but before I could open my mouth, she pressed a gentle, lingering kiss onto my lips, silencing any protest.
One thing I loved most about Annabelle was her undeniable talent for romance and lovemaking. Not even Angel could compare to her when it came to sex.
"Give it to me, hard, just the way you always do," she murmured, a submissive tone in her voice.
I pulled her towards the bed. She gracefully lay back, facing up, and immediately spread her legs wide. That's when I realized she wasn't wearing any underwear, just her short, silky gown.
Lowering my head, I began to lick her vagina with practiced expertise.
"Ohhh! Yes!!! Oh my God! Don't stop." She cried out, her voice a fervent moan as she held my head tightly against her throbbing core.
I continued to pleasure her with my tongue, tracing circles and delving deeper, while my right hand sought out her breasts. Almost as if she anticipated my desire, she quickly brought one out from the neck of her gown, guiding my hand to its soft fullness. I found myself performing two blissful tasks simultaneously: passionately licking the very soul out of her wet pussy, and gently pressing her exquisite breasts, making her feel as if she had already ascended to heaven.
My own desire had reached a fever pitch; my penis was now standing rigid and unyielding, and I found I couldn't bear the delicious torment any longer. I raised my head, moving atop her body, and leaned in to place a gentle kiss upon her lips.
She met it immediately, her mouth opening to mine, and we were lost in a deep, consuming embrace. Without breaking the kiss, her right hand found my hardened penis, and with practiced ease, she guided it into her pussy.
I began our dance with a gentle rhythm, wanting her to savor every exquisite moment, to feel the profound connection between us. Then, slowly, I geared up, my thrusts growing deeper and more insistent, until I was fucking her with a fierce, unrestrained passion.
"Fuck me, baby, fuck me harder," she pleaded, her voice a ragged gasp. "You're so sweet. Ohhh!!" She kept moaning, her raw shouts punctuating my name, urging me, begging me, never to stop.
"I'm going to fuck the hell out of your pussy," I growled back, a low whisper against her ear, as I lightly slapped one of her breasts. I was thrusting my penis into her pussy with such force, such abandon, that she began to feel a delicious ache, a sweet pain that only amplified her pleasure. "Give it to me hurt baby!" she cried out, her pleas fueling my intensity.
Eventually, with one final, earth-shattering thrust, I came deep inside her, emptying myself into her warmth. I collapsed onto her body, resting there for a few more moments, feeling the aftermath of our shared ecstasy, before slowly rising.
Together, we walked to the bathroom and freshened up, clearing the remnants of our passion from our bodies. We dressed, our eyes still lingering on each other, before heading out.
"I'm going to be the one to drive the car," she declared, a playful glint in her eyes as she took the car keys from my hand.
"Yes, Your Royal Majesty," I responded with a bow, letting her lead the way. As we settled into the car, my gateman opened the gate, and we drove off, ready to face the world once more, but forever changed by the fire we had just shared.