Tattooed

ALEXANDER 

She's beautiful. She's breathtaking. She's gorgeous. She'll be my ruin. She'll be my undoing. She has the power to take my very mundanity with her arcane. She can't be mine, but at the same time, I want her to be all mine. I want to possess every fibre of her being. I want to feel her warm body against mine. I want to be the only one that makes her hazel eyes sparkle and light up with excitement. I want her. I need her. I want her all for myself.

Hah! I sound so pathetic and possessive! Ivory is like a wrecking ball that zoomed into my life and set it on fire. She's complete perfection, my only direction. 

It's been five months since I contractually married her, five months since my miracle happened. Every waking of each fucking day reminds me of how close, and how soon it will be for our agreement to come to an end. I can't let that happen. I'd go to the ruins of hell or probably the end of the earth, if that means I'll keep her by my side. 

My relationship with her hasn't been the best so to speak. It's better I keep my distance. Keep her away from me, and my demons. I want to keep her away from my world that is filled with so much cruel activities, she's too innocent for it. Too pure. Too naive.

The past weeks had been hectic and a great turmoil for me. Having to deal with rival mafias, arms and all that shit. It's tiring but I needed to live up to my name. 

Today, had been chaotic to the core. My mafia gang got into a fight with an Italian mafia gang. It was really bloody, and I was almost shot twice. I guess, her perfectly carved eyebrows would crease with worry if I came back home looking all bloody and shit. She could barely bear it the last time she saw me a bloody mess. 

When I came home, the first thing I wanted to do was to wrap my arms around her tiny frame, engulf her and inhale her heavenly scent. I didn't care if my relationship with her was tumbling down the stairs, all I wanted to do was be close to her at the moment.

Aaaah....the mighty has fallen. She sure would be the death of me. I don't love her. No, I don't want to love her, but I can still make her mine forever. I would gladly take my Angel by the wings, and beg her to stay. I don't know if this is because she's the cure to my ailment, but what I surely know is that I want her. 

I can't love, not anymore. Not after what Nicole did to me, not after Nicole tossed my heart to the ground, shattered it and trampled upon it. Love makes one weak, foolish and stupid. I can't love ivory. I had shut my heart and locked it up a long time ago. But I can bring the world to her if she as much as demanded it. 

I heaved out as I rubbed my face tiredly. If not for this fucking mandatory dinner party I had to attend, I'd have loved to doze off with Ivory in my arms. 

I took off the black top I was wearing, leaving me topless and dressed only in my black combat slacks. I was about to head to my closet when my door opened. I turned to look at who would dare to enter my room without knocking. Ivory stood at the opened door with a slight look of surprise and shock on her face. Her mouth was halfway opened, and her eyes were glued to my chest. She immediately snapped her mouth shut and looked at me. She cleared her throat before shutting the door and approaching me, still her eyes flickered between my face and my chest.

"You got tattoos?" She sounded surprised and her tone seemed restricted. Her eyes roamed my upper body as If she was desperately searching for something. 

I had gotten my body tattooed two weeks ago and I also got the mafia logo inked on my body. It is important for a high rank mafia to have tattoos on his body. I didn't get it all this years because of my ailment, but now that I can have someone touch my body without having to feel like I'm dying, I decided to get the best that I can. 

I watched on as Ivory lifted her hand to touch my inked left arm. I sucked in a breath when her delicate fingers connected with my flesh. It felt electrifying and satisfying. She trailed her fingers from my upper arm down to my wrist. She trailed her fingers up again and moved to my neck that had an eagle inked on it. Her fingers lingered there before she moved down to my left breast. Her finger slightly grazed my nipple, and a groan I have been fighting so hard to hold in escaped my lips. 

Her eyes fluttered up to look at mine, and I could swear I saw a mischievous look cross her eyes. Oh, what a she-devil!

I snapped back to reality when a gasp escaped her luscious tempting lips. Her eyes was trained on the inked tattoo that was on the left side of my chest. She opened and closed her mouth not being able to say a word. This particular tattoo is definitely sweeping her off her feet. She pressed her fingers on it, and then gulped down.

"You got my name tattooed on your skin, Alex?" She looked and sounded flabbergasted. And to hear her call me Alex...I'm definitely going all out for her. I simply shrugged and narrowed my eyes at her.

"It's just a tattoo." My tone was flat, and I wasn't giving out any emotions.

"Just a tattoo?? You got my name inscribed on your skin. Do even know what that means? This is a tattoo, Alex, it stays on your skin forever. Why?" Her voice was soft and sultry, it was as if she couldn't believe me.

"What's wrong with tattooing my wife's name on my skin?"

"Everything is wrong with it. We're not real couples...I mean, we're bound by a contract. We're not even in love, Alex. Tell me, what would you do when a year goes by and our contract marriage comes to an end, then we go out separate ways? What would you do when you eventually finds the love of your life and she sees another woman's name inked on your skin, huh?"

And there goes my heart breaking and my eyes twitching at her words. Reminding me that we're nothing but strangers bounded to a contract. She's just reminding me that one day, this whole thing will end and she'd go her way. But, how wrong could she be, because she's going nowhere. I'd end the world before that would happen.

"If you don't like it then keep your opinion to yourself. I like the name, so I got it tattooed on my skin. It doesn't even have anything to do with you. My body, my choice. I'd get your surname tattooed on my skin too, and you wouldn't do anything about it. What are you even doing here anyway? You're supposed to be getting dressed." She sighed and shook her head.

"You're an awful and arrogant husband." She pouted her lips before biting her lower lip. 

"Stop doing that or I might just kiss you senseless," I growled out, grabbing her waist. She cleared her throat and gave me a challenging look before biting her lower lip again, this time around, staring right into my eyes. "You sure are a temptress. If you do that again, I'd unleash my years of sexual deprivation on you. And trust me you'd not be able to walk properly." 

Damn. I'm trying so hard to control myself around her. She has a way of getting me turned on even without trying. I've been sexually starved for years, courtesy of my allergy. The only way I could ease my blue balls was through jerking off. I had tried having sex with Nicole once in the past, but just the tip I had in her, and I was almost at the brink of death.

"I came here to talk to you about something, but I guess that'll have to wait." With that, she jerked away from my arms as if I burned her, and then ran out of my room looking all flushed up. A roguish and mischievous smirk appeared on my lips as I made my way towards the bathroom.