5| WRONG PLACE, RIGHT TIME!

ELARA

“Viv, I’m so fucking dead.”

“Uh… no you’re not. What’s up?”

“You’re not hearing me.” I placed my hand on the restroom’s door, struggling to catch my breath after I all but flew in here.

“I’m hearing you, but I can’t talk to dead people either so what’re you on?”

“He’s here.”

“Spider-Man?”

“Vivian.”

“I’m sorry babes, you have to be more specific. I’m trying to whip up something to eat before work.”

“Alexander—the guy from the red room, he’s here. And he’s… he’s my fiancé’s father.”

A pause.

“Well, shit.”

“Viv, what am I going to do? David can’t know about this. He’d definitely add it to the list of things he has against me, I can’t afford any more scandals…”

“Calm down. Just calm down, and don’t do anything stupid. Has he… has he said anything concerning it? I mean, Alexander?”

“No he’s not. But he surely remembers me. I saw it on his face.” I rubbed my palm over my own face and straightened.

“Good. Act like you don’t know him.”

“What?”

“Yes? Act like you don’t fucking know him, and if he brings anything up… deny, deny, deny! After all, I’m the one he came to see, and I’m the one the workers there would confirm to him.”

“And the CCTV cameras? Are there none in the rooms?”

Vivian sighed. “I don’t know girl, but I’m friends with the surveillance guy. I’ll check it out.”

“Thank you.” I breathed in relief.

“You’re welcome, now go party.”

I nodded, as if she could see me, and ended the call. Inching closer to the door, I rested my head against it and tried to calm my racing heart. The door pushed open not long after. I jumped away from it, making a show of straightening my clothes at once… until a familiar cologne hit my nostrils.

My head jerked up and I came face to face with Alexander. He covered the doorway and towered over me effortlessly. His grey eyes pierced through my soul, watching. I couldn’t help but admit that this man was drop dead gorgeous, with the chiseled jaw, salt-pepper hair and beards. He made David look less of a man, just standing next to him.

“What are you doing here, Sir? This is the females section.” I snapped out of my reverie, ready to yell if I must.

“Oh no. This is the males section, pixie.” He answered, his lips turned up in subtle amusement. I shook my head.

“This is the…” With my brows creased in confusion, I brushed past him and exited the restroom to recheck the inscription on the door.

Surely enough, it read: MALE.

I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, exhaling, “Fuck.”

Alexander watched me keenly while I walked back inside to pick up my purse and flee. However, the door swung shut the moment I stepped inside fully.

The room filled with an eerie silence, and I drew a breath, determined to get this man off my back.

Turning back to him, I spoke with all the calmness I could muster, “I got into the wrong stall, and I’m sorry. Please, move aside so I can get out.”

Shaking his head, he voiced, “No. We need to talk.” And he was suddenly serious, leaning against the door.

“We have nothing to talk about in here, Sir. I’m in the males section and I need to get out before any other person sees me.”

“Hmm. Then pick a place. We need to have a long conversation.”

“Again, I think we have nothing to—”

“You’re a sex worker, and about to marry my son. We have everything to talk about, pixie.”

I winced at the sound of that name again. “My name is Elara, I have no idea where you got that name from. Secondly and most importantly, I’m not a sex worker. You can’t just accuse me of something like that.”

He smirked. It was dangerous, chilling. I straightened, trying to look as bold as I could manage.

“You’d be stupid to think you can deny your way out of this.”

I folded my arms over my chest and glared at him, seriously biting my tongue.

“You will not be marrying my son.”

“And why? What have I done, Sir?” I asked in the most innocent tone I could muster.

I almost tripped over my feet when he started to advance towards me, my breath ceasing when he was finally directly in front of me.

“You’ve been a slut, that’s what. A lying slut at that.”

“I don’t… I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Then I’ll be happy to show you.”

Before I could wrap my head around his words, his hands clamped down on the sides of my dress and he roughly dragged the fabric up my skin until it was bunched around my waist. Embarrassingly, I didn’t put up much of a fight. Couldn’t. I simply steeled my expression in the end, as his fingers rubbed up and down my panties, taking me back to that night.

“You want to still lie to me? Give me more of that innocent shit?”

“Stop touching me or I’ll scream.” I tried my best to sound as repulsed as I could. But I wasn’t even convincing to myself.

“Oh you’ll scream, alright.” He finally slid my panties to the side and his finger stroked my wet flesh. I sucked in a breath, my cheeks flaming in embarrassment.

Vivian was going to hate me for this.

“When I saw you beside my son, I wondered who the angel beside him was, wondered what my son did to bag such an exquisite woman. Tainted or not, you do not belong beside him. I’m sure you know it yourself, you strike me as a smart woman.”

“Let me go.” I seethed, finally grabbing his arm. But he didn’t budge. I faintly heard a knock outside the door, but I wasn’t really sure I heard right.

“Says the woman who’s creaming my fingers, the woman who strangled my cock the other night.” A crooked finger finally slipped into my wet heat, and again, I forgot how to breathe.

He gripped my chin with his other hand, “Don’t die me now, sweetheart. Breathe for me. Come on.”

He was barely moving his finger inside me, but just managed to consistently hit the spot every time he thrusted. My legs shook under me, and I felt a lot like the slut he was accusing me to be. If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be in this public restroom being fingered by a man that’s old enough to birth me, who was also my boyfriend’s dad.

I gripped his wrist tighter, but this time it wasn’t to get him to stop. No man had ever made it feel this good. Not even David. Especially not David.

My legs spread wider as he thrusted another finger into me, scissoring my pussy like it was his favorite game to play.

My head fell back and his mouth was on my throat at once, sucking, biting.

“Stop…”

“Okay…”

“Oh fuck, I’m going to…”

“Hold it in until I say you can, pixie.” He ordered hoarsely. I shook my head.

“I want to do it now.”

“Pixie.”

Bringing my head back down to peer into his lusty eyes, I spelt it out, “I want to cum now. I’m not taking orders from you.”

His fingers stopped moving. I clenched my thighs tightly together and he slapped the side of my ass hard.

“You’ll learn to take orders. You didn’t have a problem taking them that night.”

I swallowed, a streak of sweat rolling down my temple.

He started moving his fingers again and I struggled to hold my orgasm this time, biting into my bottom lip until I was sure it was going to crack.

“Now.”

Falling onto his body, a huge wave of sparks hit my brain, and my whole body went tight. My legs were jelly under me, just from his punishing fingers. I went on to arch my back as my orgasm wracked out of me in violent waves, turning into deep, heavy pulses that washed over me. My breath came in short, jagged gasps, and for a few seconds, I was just floating in the dark. My skin tingled, and as the feeling of euphoria slowly faded, guilt followed immediately after.

He kissed the side of my temple, “And now that we’ve gotten that attitude out of you, let’s try that talk again.”