Chapter 7

A WEEK LATER...

I have been in this freaking mansion for a week, and I would literally do anything just to work at the club to get the hell out of here, but since I won't even speak to Alek, there's no way he will let me. Plus, he's afraid I’ll run. 

I stood from the bed and went down to the kitchen. To my surprise, Alek is here instead of his new goon to watch me. And by the way, he was almost as much of an asshole as Damon was. 

Alek glanced up from whatever he was writing, and his eyes followed me across the kitchen. I glared in his direction, then rolled my eyes. 

My outfit of choice was an oversized sweater that slumped off my shoulder. And I completely forgot to put on shorts because I thought Alek would have left already. 

I bent down awkwardly, trying to grab the juice. 

“Why the hell are you bending like that?” Alek starred, confused. “Are you broken?” 

Straightening, the annoyance evident on my face. “Not giving you a free show,” I retorted. 

Alek lifted his brow, curiously. “You’re not wearing pants?” 

With an icy glare that I wish would dagger him in the heart, I turned away from him. “I’m not talking to you,” I shouted over my shoulder. 

When I pulled the juice out of the fridge and turned around, I found myself inches from Alek as he stared down at me. Lust filled his eyes. Even though this man has ruined my life, I can't help the way he makes my body feel. It’s like I lose all control over myself. My body literally aches for his touch, but I have to stay strong and true to my vow. 

“Can I help you?” I asked, my expression serious.  

Alek brushes a strand of hair from my face. “Are you offering?” A smirk playing on his lips. 

“Offering what?” 

His eyes go down to his junk, and I give him a deadpan look. “You are disgusting,” I said, going around him to grab a glass from the cupboard. 

Alek wrapped his large hand around my waist, pulling me back to him, and the juice dropped to the floor, bursting open splattering all over us. I gasped at the cold liquid now covering me. 

Alek gripped my thighs, lifting me on the counter and spreading my legs for him to fit in between. “So thirsty,” He whispered as he pulled my head back by my hair and his mouth devoured my luscious skin, which was soaked from the juice. 

I wasn't able to control my moans as his tongue traced my neck. My core throbbed, wanting more. “Mm.” 

As I gasp from pleasure, Alek moves upward to my jaw, then to the corner of my mouth and my lips part as heavy breaths escaped. His mouth found mine. Our tongues are entangled. My brain forces my hands to feel his muscular frame, and his hands trail across my bare breast. He takes my nipple between his fingers, twisting it softly. I arched my back and my core rubbed against his bulge, sending my hormones into a frenzy. His mouth muffled my moans from our lips still connected. 

“Boss?” Drake said.

Pulling away quickly, I cover myself by pulling my sweater back down. Then I realized I fell for his stupid charm. I got pissed. “UGH!” I hissed, shoving him back, then jumped off the counter and stormed off. 

After I went back to my room, I changed, then paced back and forth in the room. "What the hell were you thinking?" I argued with myself aloud. I'm pissed at myself for falling for his damn trap. He is not the one for me, but why does my body call for him? What's wrong with me? I'm startled out of my thoughts by a knock on the door. "What?" I shouted, still very irritated. 

The door opened, revealing Alek. "Get ready. We are leaving in twenty." He ordered and walked out. 

"Ugh, this man!" I said, infuriated. 

After getting dressed, I came downstairs to meet Alek. As I walked down the stairs, my eyes fell on Alek. Instead of his standard black tee, he wore a black suit with a white undershirt, and his little bow tie made him look adorable. He adjusted his cufflinks while he eyed me. 

“What’s the occasion?” I asked. 

He lifted his brow. “You’ll see.” He pursed his lips.

“Really not going to tell me?” 

He shook his head no. “Nope.” 

“Well, I feel a bit underdressed now.” I declared, looking over myself. His smirk appeared. “What?” 

Alek handed me a box with a bow that he had been holding behind his back. “Now you won’t” 

I scrunched my brows together. “What’s this for?” 

“Go change. I'll wait.” He replied, gesturing for the upstairs. 

A smile formed on my lips. “Okay.” I agreed and ran back up the stairs. 

Entering the room, I quickly pulled open the box, revealing a black lacey dress. After I got over how beautiful it was, I placed it on. It hugged every curve and sculpted to my figure. 

I pulled my long brown hair out of the bun and let it fall down my back, loosening up my natural curls and, with the finishing touch of clear heels, I glanced at myself in the mirror. "Not bad for a girl from the suburbs." I gave myself a wink and headed back to Alek. 

Coming down the stairs, Alek glanced up, and his expression was like a deer in the headlights. I stopped halfway down. "What?" 

Alek's brow lifted, and he slowly shook his head in disbelief. His eyes trailed down my body while he bit at the corner of his lip. "Wow." 

"That's all you got mafia man?" I asked, cocking my head in question while placing my hand on my hip. 

"There is no way to describe your beauty," He confessed. 

My cheeks burned red. Alek walked to the bottom of the stairs, holding out his hand to help me off the last step. As I stepped down, I glanced at him. How can this man scare you to your core yet is so charming and sexy? Plus passionate. He's like hard candy on the outside, but once you get to the middle, he is gooey inside. 

I am fighting every bit of me not to let him have me, but it's so hard my soul even wants him. 

"You ready?" He asked, looking at me from the corner of his eye. 

I smiled, looking at the arm he held out for me to grab. "Yeah." I intertwined my hand around his bicep and we walked to the car.