chapter 3: Is This Your First time

"Are you suggesting someone entered my room without me noticing? Mr. Blackwood."

But he didn't answer immediately instead he just looked around, then he said. "I'm suggesting that whoever caused this black out wanted you to believe they could reach you."

That's statement really got my attention. "What?" I asked. "Why me?"

"You tell me."

"Youre the one who hired me so you should know why my life is in danger in Ur house," I replied.

"Well! Technically, my company hired you not me," he replied.

"Then perhaps your company should know why someone is targeting its new security consultant."

Alexander's expression remained unreadable.

"You've been here less than a day."

"I know."

"Yet someone already sent you a message." He said.

I went completely still and Alexander looked directly at me but I didn't react or at least, I hope I didn't.

"What's the message?" he asked. At this moment I knew he was testing me.

I smiled and replied. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Good answer." He said before turning toward the hallway. But he stopped halfway and said. " Come with me."

"Where"? I asked.

"The security room."

"Why?" 

"Because I want to show you something." 

I followed him because I wanted to know what he knew. When we got there, he walked towards the main console. "Look."

He pulled up the power logs, and it was clear as say that the estate electricity hadn't fluctuated not even once.

I stared at the data. "Then my room shouldn't have lost power." I said

"It didn't." He replied.

"Then what happened?"

Alexander switched screens and my bedroom appeared. The footage showed my room and me standing beside my desk.

Then there was nothing, the image skipped. A complete three seconds interval. I leaned closer and said. "Run it again. And he did but same result.

"You said the cameras were isolated."

"They are."

"Then whoever did this accessed the system."

"Maybe."

"That's a very irritating answer."

"So I've been told." He replied.

I turned toward him. "You don't seem particularly concerned."

"I am."

"You don't look concerned."

"I've had practice." He replied and for a second there I almost laughed. Instead, I pointed at the screen. "Who has administrator access?"

"Four people."

"Names."I requested.

"Myself. My head of security. My brother."

I waited. "Who is the fourth?"

Alexander's gaze met mine. "You. Have you forgotten, I told you earlier when you came that you have full access to everything.

I looked back at the monitor. "So one of four people with access is responsible."

"Or someone bypassed the system." He added. "Which would be worse."

"Much worse." I replied.

"Do u still think you're three minutes early?" He said.

"Is that going to become your favorite line?"

"Possibly."

I was about to leave the room when he held back my hand and dragged me back. I was not standing right Infront of him just few inches apart.

He's eyes moved through my body like a predator measuring and timing when will be best to eat it's prey .

"What are you doing Mr.Blackwood?" I managed to whisper.. my voice shaking.

"Shhhh!" He shut me up... "Tell me you don't what this." And I should have said it clean and clear right there that I didn't want it, but I just couldn't.

 "Take your shirt off," he said simply.

 I hesitated, watching him.

 I pulled the fabric over my head, wincing. I caught the way his eyes flickered across my chest. The moment was heavy, strange. I felt the tension crawl over my skin like static.

 Our eyes locked. The tension snapped, thin like a thread that finally gave out.

 I leaned in first.

 He didn’t move, didn’t flinch. Our lips met again, slower this time, no rush of danger. Just heat.

 It started soft, hesitant.

 Then his hand slid behind my neck, pulling me closer, and the kiss deepened. Our mouths moved with an urgency that neither of us had felt before.

 My fingers dug into his arm. I didn’t know what I was doing, or why my body responded the way it did. I wasn’t supposed to want this. But I did.

 He lifted me gently, guiding me toward the little bed across the room. We collapsed into it, mouths still tangled.

 Alexander hovered over me, panting slightly. Then he pulled back, flushed.

 "Are you sure " he said hoarsely. "This is..."

 This is nothing," I replied. "don’t understand why my hormones are all over the place, why your touch feels like this, but I need you to comply. Just this once. Help me figure this out."

 Alexander exhaled, hands braced on either side of my face. He looked torn, like he was fighting himself. But slowly, he leaned down.

 Our lips met again. This time, I deepened the kiss, fingers trailing down his back, feeling the tension there.

 His hands moved across my bare chest, exploring. My breath hitched. My skin burned wherever he touched, every nerve coming alive.

 The heat grew. Tongues tangled. Teeth grazed. The blanket tangled beneath us as he eased his body beside mine, kissing his way down my neck, across my collarbone. I let out a shaky breath, threading my fingers through his hair.

 But just as his hand skimmed down my stomach, he paused. Pulled back. Rested his forehead against my chest, still panting.

 "I can't do this, I'm not sure this is right."

 I grabbed his wrist, not to stop him but to keep him close. "It doesnt have to mean anything Alex” and that was the first time I called him by his first name.

 “Even if…”

 “You like me?” I asked.

 He scoffed. “yes I do.”

 “Good, right now I don't know what I am, I used to think I’m straight until you." I said.

 “Do you know what you're asking, Cale?”

 “I don't, help me find out, I’ve never made love to a man before.”

 The silence between us throbbed.

 I didn’t know what was worse, how badly I was aching, or the fact that I wanted him to keep touching me. but it was nothing compared to the storm going on inside me. I shouldn’t have said those words. make love to me but now they were out, lingering in the air like heat.

 Alexander was standing over me, chest rising and falling, jaw clenched. I could see the hesitation in his eyes… and the want. That barely restrained want.

 He moved slowly, like he was afraid of breaking the moment. Or maybe of losing control.

 “You’re sure?” His voice was deeper now, lower than I’d ever heard it.

 I nodded, but that wasn’t enough. I swallowed, throat dry, and whispered, “I’ve never been more sure.”

 Something flickered behind his eyes. He stepped forward, hands reaching for the waistband of my trousers.

 “You don’t know what you’re doing,” he muttered, voice tight as he unbuttoned me.

 “Then show me,” I said, softer than I meant to. “Teach me.”

 His eyes locked on mine. And something broke in him.

 He dropped to his knees.

 The air shifted.

 He looked up at me with this expression possessive and proud, but strangely reverent. Like I was something sacred. “I don’t kneel for anyone, Cale ,” he said, fingers curling around my thighs, “but for you… I’ll make the exception.”

 My chest squeezed. His breath was hot against my skin, his hands rough but careful, tugging my trousers down. My body responded before my mind could catch up, and it hit me like a wave, I’d never been this hard, not from anything, not from anyone. No girl had ever made me feel like this. No touch had ever left me so desperate.

 lips brushed over my hipbone, not quite

a kiss, but enough to make me tremble.

 “Fuck,” I whispered, eyes fluttering.

 “You’re already shaking,” he said, mouth ghosting along my lower stomach. “Is this your first time?”