Jealous, Little Mouse?

Tired of giving a warning, but this story contain 21++ scene!!!

Clara was tossing and turning on her king size bed all night long, her mind was filled with the images of Xander and Norah having their dinner together, probably Norah had confessed her feelings and they were kissing right now.

She wanted to block her thoughts, she should be happy. Happy for Norah and content because her plan worked, she'd transformed Norah to be a striking woman and Xander wasn't a blind man.

He was a passionate and hot-blooded man.

He wouldn't refuse Norah, right?

Clara looked at the ceiling then turned and buried her face on the pillow, she wondered what her response would be when tomorrow Norah came to her room, screamed her joy, and told her everything.

Told her that Xander was reciprocating her love.

Smile, yes Clara would smile at them. It would be the most sincere smile. But she didn't sleep a wink until the sun rose up as it always does every morning, then she walked to the door, her hand reached the door knob and turned it.

She didn't know what came over her, but she walked down the hallway to his room. Maybe just to see him for one last time, before he let her go.

She knocked on that door, when she was about to knock for the third time, it opened.

Norah was standing there and gasped, "Clara.."

Then she looked inside, saw him sprawled on the bed, shirtless and she could see that muscled chest, the blanket covered his hip, his green eyes glinted in the darkness.

She had to admit, she was shocked. They were in this stage already? Xander was a jerk, couldn't he give her some time?

She promised she would smile, so she smiled at the woman in front of her, "Norah.."

Then the man sprawled on the bed commanded, "Norah, come here." His voice full of husks.

Norah furrowed her eyebrows in confusion but she obediently walked to his side, then Xander pulled her hand, tugged her down to him and kissed her lips in front of Clara.

She froze at the door, watching all of it in slow motion, it was a deep kiss.

It was meant to be hers.

"Oh, Clara. Help me close the door, will you?" Xander asked sweetly.

Clara didn't know her hand was shaking until she saw it when she reached the door knob, but she managed to close it.

She walked back to her room with numb feelings, she should be happy but why was her heart broke?

It replayed in her mind, every detail of it. She sat on her armchair after having a long warm bath, dressed herself in her usual yellow cotton dress, she was sick of wearing this dress, she was sick by being in this room.

She held a book, but her mind was elsewhere until someone opened the door, she expected Norah.

But it was him, the man she hated.

"What do you want? Do you want me to congratulate your relationship with Norah?" She couldn't shut her mouth, not now.

"Congratulations, Xander. You two make a cute couple."

"But I thought you'll get jealous.." He was standing, dashingly handsome with his black suit, one hand in his pocket.

Clara shutted close her book and stood up, "Jealous? You wish! I'm the happiest person here, Xander. Now, where's the driver? I need him to take me home. And where are all my belongings? Hand them back right now."

He cocked his head to the side. "What are you talking about? Did you bump your head somewhere?"

He approached her and reached his hand out, but Clara slapped it away.

"Don't touch me, or your girlfriend might see us and misunderstood."

Xander chuckled, "Are you jealous, little mouse?"

He grabbed her arm and Clara couldn't resist his strong grip, he turned her to the mirror, "See for yourself. Is that a happy expression on your face?

She looked… wretch, in agony, dark circles appeared under her eyes.

"I-I couldn't sleep last night." She murmured.

"You can lie to yourself, but don't lie to me." He whispered wickedly.

Her gaze found him and his green eyes stared back at her in the mirror, his chest pressed close to her back, left hand wrapped her waist.

His right hand trailed her face, her eyes, her little straight elegant nose, her rosy cheek, her bow-shaped lips.

"So freaking beautiful." He breathed and slipped two of his fingers inside her mouth.

"Suck."

She obeyed.

His skin tasted salty with a faint whiff of hand soap and his musk, their eyes locked together on the mirror with her mouth sucking. She should've stop him, fight him.

He growled and ripped the upper part of her dress, the buttons scattered to the floor, and ripped her bra down, so that her breasts bulged over the tops of the cups. Her heart was thumping wildly, yes, she was sick of the dress anyway, just ripped it apart.

Xander pushed her body near the mirror, then pushed down her back with his right hand, but his left hand still on her waist, bending her with her buttocks sticked to his crotch.

It was an awkward position, she was confused so she placed her palms on the mirror, to support her body.

Why did she let him do this to her?

Her breasts propped out, body bent over, waiting to be used by the monster however he pleased.

The cold air hit her upper thighs and buttocks when he pulled down her underwear to her calves.

She looked at the door in horror. "Xander, close the door first." And shriek when the head of his cock entered her heat.

"I don't even need to prepare you, little mouse. Are you wet just from sucking my fingers?" In one hard thrust, he was sheathed inside.

Clara couldn't help but moan from the ruthless way he shoved in and out, using her, filling her. She kept looking at the door, bit her lips, afraid someone would see them in this position, afraid it would be Norah.

She didn't want to crush her feelings, she cared about her, but this man..

She'd followed him down down down, drowning in his darkness.