8: Kiss

CHRISTIAN

It has been almost a month since I started working for Alex. He would probably flip if I called him that out loud, but I do in my mind when I am thinking about him, which has been a lot recently. 

It has been a bit challenging dealing with him in and out of job, but it seemed to come naturally to him. The business mogul knows just how and when he wants the job done. In the boardrooms Alexander is scary even, he barks orders around with expectations which must be met. I once tasted his wrath for missing an important follow-up email. Outside the office he is fun to be around, I enjoy our rides to and from work. 

I have started therapy, and surprisingly, it's satisfying to unburden to someone, who you are paying. They have an obligation to listen, and they do, by making everything about you. I see her three times a week and Alex ensures I am off early while Yusuf drops and picks me up. 

Last week, Amy invited me to tag along for drinks with some of her friends from work. It was a thrilling experience, and it being a payday made things merrier. 

My dreams have never felt more attainable. 

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I checked my watch again and this time it was almost eleven pm. Alexander was not yet back despite his earlier request to work on a presentation that will be used tomorrow for an important merger. I have been waiting for him since eight pm, and my patience has run its course.

After shutting the laptop, I grabbed the ledgers and neatly arranged them on the hall table, since his office was closed. I was about to switch off the kitchen lights when I heard the front door open and heavy steps heading for the stairs. I called out his name twice before he answered, and even then, it was more of a grunt. 

Once I came into view he was halfway up the stairs barely holding his steps. It was clear he was drunk. I checked the main door to ensure he had locked it and switched off the lights. A loud crash upstairs halted my steps on my way out. At first, I assumed it was an accident, but it happened again and again and my curiosity perked.

His bedroom door was slightly open, and when I peeked in, a stench of alcohol hit me. I pushed the door wider and saw three broken bottles of Sassicaia Bolgheri on the floor next to the shattered frame. Next to the night stand lay a wedding band inscribed 14th July. It can't be a coincidence that today is 14 of July as well. He was not in the bedroom, nor the bathroom and just when I was about to check the closet, I heard him cough from the balcony. 

I found him with a lit cigarette on hand, spread on the wicker, eyes on the ceiling. His eyes fell on me when he sensed intrusion, and I found myself taking a step back at the enraged look in his eyes. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” he spat, glaring dangerously.

“What happened ?” I asked instead, narrowing my eyes suspiciously, which earned me a smirk as he put out the cigarette and stood abruptly. I let out a nervous breath, turned around and went back to the room. He was right behind me, the warmth of his breath hitting my neck. 

“ Sir…” I attempted feebly when he draped a hand on my waist and pulled me back against him. 

I fought back a moan as I struggled against his hold. 

“Stop wiggling,” I stilled and held my breath as he tightened his grip on me. “Why are you here?” He asked, kissing my neck lightly,

“ I heard a…” I trailed when he abruptly turned me to face him. He exhaled deeply, studying my face, I scoffed, making him chuckle lightly. 

“Are you okay?” I tried asking. 

“Yes,” 

“ Right,” I muttered, gesturing to the trashed room. His face hardened, and I instantly regretted having pushed the issue. Before I could muster an apology, he muttered. 

“ Please leave,”

He looked away, and it hurt. I took hesitant steps but turned to look at him, “what is it with you? Every so often you act like you want me and other times you are just a jerk, why?”

“ Don't be here by the time I get back. " And just like that, he disappeared through the bathroom door. I took the next steps without looking and stumbled and as luck would have it my slippers couldn't stop the sharp glass from getting through to my foot. 

“Aaargh…” I whimpered, leaning on the nearest wall and pulled the glass out, but my finger sustained a cut in the process. I don't know how, but Alexander was beside me in a blur. He lifted me in his hands and strode towards his bathroom, where he placed me on the marble counter and fetched a first aid kit. 

His hands were surprisingly steady, and tender as he cleaned my cut, which made me wonder how complicated one person can be. He tried to be friendlier, but there was an eerie suspicion hanging between us.  

“Are you okay?” he asked softly once he fetched me a replacement pair of slippers. 

I nodded, "thank you,” I hopped off the counter favoring my right foot and limped out. I was almost by the door when he spoke again…

“I'm sorry Chris," 

I turned my head and his gaze on me was intense, but before I could decipher it, he closed the distance between us and grabbed my face. 

I watched his face get closer to mine, while my breathing spiked as I gulped nervously. He licked my lips, and my need for him flared, recharging every cell of my body. I raised my hands hastily and grabbed him by the neck and captured his lips in a messy, desperate kiss. 

Alexander growled, tearing his mouth away and trained a dangerously hot stare on me. He trailed his thumb along my lips, to the jaw and down to my neck which he grabbed and tilted my head to the angle of his liking and leaned in again to devour my lips. 

I didn't realize when he hoisted me up, but I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist, and soon enough I felt the cold wall against my back. 

His hands roamed luxuriously on my body leaving a wake of goosebumps as blood surged filling my c*ck rapidly. I couldn't stop grinding on him even if I wanted to, but when he grabbed my ass, I snapped out of the daze. 

“ Stop…” I whispered and almost immediately, he put me down, and I rushed out of his room but not before he uttered a firm good night.