River of Passion

"Hello beautiful, we meet again." I swiftly turned to look at the familiar stranger who had a smug smile on his face. I've seen him somewhere, but I just can't remember where.

I tilted my head a little to the side. "You look quite familiar, but I don't remember where I met you," I stated calmly.

"It's me, Damien...from the clubhouse.," he said, flashing me a smile. "Fancy meeting you here." Recognition immediately flashed on my face, and I let out a small laugh. He's the handsome guy that introduced me to shots at the clubhouse. I knew it, those striking blue eyes looked incredibly familiar.

I tried to play it cool as he approached the sink next to mine, but my heart was racing. What is he doing here? Was he invited to the party?

"Yeah, small world, huh?" He simply nodded and slightly rubbed his nose.

We stood there in front of the mirror, awkwardly avoiding each other's gaze. But something in me wanted to break the silence. 

"So, what brings you to the restroom? Or were you stalking me?" I blurted out, cringing at my own awkwardness.

He chuckled lightly, a twinkle in his eyes. "I was just down the hall when I saw you walk in. I actually saw the surprise birthday party that was thrown for you. I just came to wish you a happy birthday, beautiful." 

I awkwardly rubbed my neck, taking a deep breath. "You could have done that at the party hall."

"And risk getting punched to death by your husband?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Alexander wouldn't do that."

He scoffed and smacked his lips. "Trust me, he would shoot me dead on sight."

I furrowed my brows in disarray. Why would Alexander shoot him dead on sight when he doesn't even know who he was?

"I'm Russo's brother." My eyes widened at his words, and I took a step back. "Yeah, I know, but I just want you to know that I have good intentions towards you, unlike the man who called himself your husband.

I took another step back and glared hard at him. "So, basically you're in the mafia too..and...and you're probably stalking me?" I asked, my tone sounding unbelievable.

"No, no, Ivory." He shook his head vigorously while taking a step towards me, which made me take another backwards. "I just wanted to give you this...a birthday present." He brought out a small red box tied with a black ribbon. 

My eyes kept drifting from his face to the box continuously. I folded my hands over my chest and pursed my lips. "How am I sure you don't want to hurt me, or maybe that gift is a trap."

He let out a giggle, his blue irises twinkling brightly. "I wouldn't do that, beautiful. Go on, have it." He stretched the box towards me, and I warily stared at the object before slowly collecting it from him. "I'm afraid, I'll have to take my leave now. We don't want your husband barging in here and committing a murder, do we?" He flashed me one of his usual perfect smiles that could make a lady swoon over him. I gave him a small nod, stretching my lips into a forced smile. 

As soon as the door closed, I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in, and turned to face the mirror. I looked at the box in my hand through the mirror. Let it not be that this guy is actually stalking me or something, to the Point of following me in here to wish me a happy birthday, and give me a gift. 

Just as I began unwrapping the box, the door suddenly opened, and a small gasp left my lips when Alexander sauntered in shutting the door behind him with a loud bang. I'm surprised the door wasn't ripped off of its hinges. He swiftly looked around the restroom before his eyes finally settled on me. His eyes were dark with anger and fury. He slowly stroded towards me, and grabbed me by my waist pulling me to him.

"What was that son of a bitch doing here?" Alexander's voice was cold and possessive, his jaw clenched in anger.

"He uhh...he..he came to wish me a happy birthday," I stuttered, trying to keep my voice steady.

His hand on my waist tightened, making me grimace. "What the fuck, Ivory. Wish you a happy birthday in a restroom? Is he insane? His luck is that I didn't get my hands on him. If I did, I would gut his throat mercilessly. He has no business being around you," he growled, his grip tightening.

I felt a mixture of fear and frustration bubbling up inside me. Alexander had always been a bit controlling, but this was a whole new level. Before I could protest, his lips crashed down on mine in a searing kiss.

At first, I pushed against his chest, trying to resist his advances. But his touch was too familiar, too intoxicating. And as much as I wanted to be angry with him, my body betrayed me, responding to his passion with a surge of desire.

I closed my eyes, giving in to the overwhelming sensation of his lips on mine. It was wrong, I knew it was wrong. But in that moment, I couldn't bring myself to care.

I felt Alexander's lips on mine, warm and insistent, as he deepened the kiss with a hunger that sent a jolt of desire coursing through me. His hands roamed my body, trailing fire wherever they touched as he pulled me closer to him.

I could feel the heat rising between us, our bodies pressed against each other as his tongue traced the seam of my lips, seeking entrance. And as I parted them with a soft sigh, our tongues met in a dance of passion and need.

My hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as the intensity of the moment grew. His touch was possessive, demanding, and I found myself losing control, succumbing to the overwhelming desire that consumed us both.

Every touch, every caress sent shivers down my spine, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't extinguish. Our breath mingled, hot and heavy, as we lost ourselves in the intoxicating embrace of the kiss.

Time seemed to stand still as we explored each other with a raw, primal hunger, the world fading away around us. And in that moment, all the doubts and fears melted away, leaving only the undeniable connection between us.

But as the kiss finally broke, leaving us both breathless and aching for more, I couldn't ignore the nagging voice in the back of my mind. This wasn't just a moment of passion – it was a crossroad, a choice that would dictate the future of our relationship.

I looked into Alexander's hooded eyes as he leaned his forehead against mine. "Let's get out of here or I might just damn all the consequences and take you here," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

My heart jolted at his words, but before I could regain my composure, he pulled me out of the restroom.