Always run to him

~Anna~

I had just finished visiting Mom in the hospital. 

Her recovery was going fine. Even doctor Oliver praised her quick body adjustment and recovery. 

“So tell me, who did you visit during the weekend? Must be a love interest. Is it Adam? Have you guys made up?” she asked, leaning up against her pillow. Her eyes twinkled. As they always did when it came to talking about my love life. 

My stomach twisted as I swallowed a painful lump. 

I never told Mom I had broken up fully with Adam. I only told her we were having some relationship issues. God knows I could never bring myself to tell her the reason we broke up. 

“It's not Adam,” I simply said. 

“Is it a new boyfriend? You should introduce me. I don't know why you don't want to talk about Adam,” she probed again. 

“His name is Alessandro… probably not his real name. He makes me feel everything a woman should feel but… he can never be mine.” I said in my head. 

“It's no one, mom. You should get some more rest.” I got up and started folding her washed and dried clothes that I just brought in.

She sighed. “You don't tell me anything these days. Just forcing me to rest and rest. Not like I'm dying. I'd die happily if you could land a good man.”

Something snapped in my head. 

“You care more about me finding some man than your own health?! How could you say this! You know how scared I was when… when you was diagnosed… how could you say this…”

I broke down. Completely. 

I didn't know if it was the part of landing a good man that triggered me or the part of her including death to her health   

“I'll be outside. Call me if you need me.” I stormed out of the room. 

I needed to cool my head. So I sat on a bench in the hospital front garden.

God, why was I being so emotional over nothing?

For Godsake, she just finished having a strenuous surgery. How could I snap at her? 

Oh God. 

Just then, my phone beeped. 

“Go visit some friends and have a good time, alright. I can take care of myself for a couple of hours. I love you.”

It was from my mom.

Tears instantly clouded my eyes, and before I knew it, I started sobbing all over again. 

This was why I swore to give her all the best she deserved. My mom was the best human on earth. Despite all she'd been through, she harboured no hate in her heart. 

I decided to go visit one of my old friends. Maybe talking to someone was what I needed right now. 

I was at the hospital gate when the unexpected call came in… 

From the very number I'd crammed… the same number I used to foolishly wait for it to call me first… but it never did…

It popped up on my phone screen. 

And I froze in my step. 

For one second, my head blanked. 

Why would the hotel line be calling me?

Was it Alessandro that asked the receptionist to  call me?

Was he planning to cancel our next weekend meeting?

But he could have sent a text to me like he usually did. 

So many questions rang in my head. 

That before I could pick, the call dropped. 

I bit my lip, angry at myself for panicking and not picking up immediately.

But just then, my phone started ringing again. 

This time I wasted no time sliding the answer button.

“Anna… where are you…” 

My heart skipped. 

Alessandro. 

The familiar, deep, voice I could recognize even in my sleep echoed over the phone. 

The voice indeed belonged to him… but it sounded different. Stressed, down, sullen. Like the time he invited me impromptu. 

“Anna…please I need you now…”

“I know… I know it's not weekend… and I'm not supposed to—”

“Where are you right now? I'll come to you.” The words left my lips before I could think. But then, even if I stopped to think, I knew it would have still been the same words I'd say. 

My legs moved. Faster than I dropped the call. 

I may have shut my brain off. Because I literally could think of nothing else but Alessandro on my way to the hotel. 

The more I thought of him, the more my heart pounded in my chest, the more I imagined how badly he'd handle my body this time. 

The thought alone made my pussy pulsate. 

Oh fuck Alessandro, you have ruined me. 

I arrived at the hotel and got into the elevator minutes later. 

Inside the elevator, for a very brief moment, a question suddenly popped up in my head:

If Alessandro had called me while I was at work, would I have left everything and went to him?

Would I risk my future and work all for some fun time?

 

Bing!

The elevator arrived.

I stepped out.

The door of the suite flung open. Alessandro appeared in front of the door. 

He was stark shirtless, the sprouting smooth tiny hairs on his well toned abs begging to be stroked. 

Fuck.

Our eyes met, and that instant, I knew exactly what he needed. 

By the time I’m done sucking him,  whatever the hell happened to put him in this bad mood would bounce out of him. 

I sashayed towards him, my steps slow, my eyes locked on him. 

“Can I hug you?” he asked. His voice sounded like that of a wounded man.

I halted. 

Hug?

Did he just say hug?

“Uh… yes… but—”

Before I could finish, he pulled me into his chest, cutting me short. 

I melted into him. Instantly.

My heart stopped. Everything stopped. The world fucking stopped. 

We'd fucked each other. Kissed each other. But we had never hugged each other like this. Not this passionate, intimate hug. 

“Please let's just stay like this… for a min… no, for sec…” he begged hoarsely. 

I let myself dissolve into him. 

His scent bombarded my senses, and this warmth… that felt like a safe heaven wrapped me. 

And I breathed it in. All of it. 

“Please come in,” he said when he finally pulled away. 

We entered the room and quietly sat on the bed. Side by side. One fragile space between us. 

The air was thick. 

I was so aware… aware that he was right beside me. And that usually, we should be tearing off each other's clothes already.

“I'm sorry,” he mumbled, “for hugging you suddenly…”

“Nothing to be sorry for… I mean…  I kinda understand.” I could let you hug me everyday.

More silence. 

God, it was beginning to get really tense.

The air conditioner in the room was getting colder, forcing goosebumps to spread in my body. 

I began to imagine his cock in my hands… blowjobbing him… his grunts and deep moans filling the room… 

Fuck, I'd thought about it the entire time on my way here.

What if he was as furious and upset as the last time…

Would he fold me and fuck my senses out? Till I couldn't walk…

Or would he be merciful enough to leave some strength for me to return home with?

Oh shit. Stop thinking Anna. He probably just wanted only a hug. I told myself.

But that was when it happened…