"If you are going that fast, I'll really have no other option than to fuck you against the wall". My body jerks in pleasure at his words and the image gladly conjures itself in my head. My legs wrapped around Alex's waist as he slides in and out of me against the wall. My toes curling in pleasure as an orgasm bursts through me, grabbing his neck desperately as he continues to ride out my pleasure. I want him, and I'll be damned if I mind getting him that way. He brings my arm down and resumes stroking the side of my breasts, his lips all the time caressing my neck and ears. I close my eyes at the joint pleasure of what he's doing. When he cups my breast through the silk shift, I push back against the wall and yelp in surprise. That's all the encouragement he needs. He lowers his head and takes the first strap of my dress in between his teeth, easing it off my shoulder gently, revealing the swell of my left breast. He keeps his gaze on me when he eases it all the way down, exposing my n

The sunlight streaming through the blinds wake me up the next morning. It takes just a little longer than necessary for me to register my surroundings. I stiffen on the bed as I take in theweight of Alex's hand across my body. I'm pressed back against him, his skin pressing against mine, my ass fitting perfectly into his crotch. Without thinking, I shuffle back and push harder against him, eliciting a small groan from him in his sleep. A small smile spreads across my face as I take in his sleeping figure. He's been way too tired these days and itshows. It wouldn't do to wake him up. Gently, I pull the cover and get to my feet, reaching for the remnant pieces of the nightdress I'd worn the previous night. Quietly, I pad my way out of the room, making sure to shut thedoor noiselessly behind me. I walk with a little spring to my steps as I make my way to my room. I feel so giddy it's almost like I'm floating. The smile spreads wider on my face and Ihum a low tune to myself as I make

He still isn't back by evening and I hate that I feel his absence way more than I should. Is this it? I'm falling faster and way deeper into this black hole and I can't seem to find a way to stop myself. I stare at my phone lying beside me uselessly and for the umpteenth time contemplate calling Alex. Would I seem clingy already? Needy? Does that even really matter now in the face of the situation at hand? I slide my screen open and meet so many notifications. Unwelcome headline from tabloids and hundreds of emails from reporters. It's been like this since morning and at this point, it's beginning to look unending. I skim through one of the emails. They are all asking for the same thing, just with a little verbal alterations. They want me to do an interview with them talking about Alex's personal life. They don't have to write it but it's pretty glaring that they are all hungry for some tea on Alex and Anita's marriage and what role I played in the divorce. I subconsciously open anoth

And finally it's time to go back home. As I wake up, I'm filled with an overwhelming sense of nostalgia. As I begin packing up, I find myself faltering in certain moments, looking around to take in my surrounding for what might be the last time in a long time. Much against my will, I enjoyed New York. Okay maybe not New York, but this house. I sigh heavily and pull the zipper of my bag, shutting my luggage close. I hear the shuffle of feet outside and the sound of Alex's voice. I suspect he's on a call. I walk to the door and pry it open just a little bit to get a look at him, he's making his way down the stairs, absorbed in his call. I stare at his back longingly and the last of him disappears down the stairs, I shut the door quietly, letting my back lean against it. I sigh heavily and run my fingers through my hair in agitation. The truth is I don't want to face him. I don't want to look at his face and know that everything I've been stupidly imagining for us all this while will go

I push up from the seat stiffly, my mouth set into a hard line. "Let's talk outside". I say coldly to Baxter who's still seated in front of me. He looks at me plainly but I don't even wait around for him. The media team are busy giving each other back pats when I push my way through them, expression cold and unwelcome. It's a good thing none of them has attempted to speak to me after the interview. I'm this close to losing it. I walk out of the studio room and out into the hallway and almost instantaneously, the door opens behind me and Baxter steps out too. "Let's go grab a coffee". He says. He turns to go but I don't have time to waste on him or his watery attempt of stalling. "I'd like to talk now". I say stiffly. He raises a brow at me and I'm just about to say something again when I hear a voice from behind me. "Miss Webster?". I stiffen. Slowly, I turn around to see Alex's driver. He's dressed in his usual suit uniform and he stares at me grimly. I swallow nervously, he's