Kisses

You know that feeling you get when you think or know someone is watching you. Whether it's in your sleep or when you're fully conscious. Weird much, right? I was having a blissful sleep when I felt I was being watched by someone. I slowly opened my eyes to see bright grey ones that was staring intently at me.

Alexander was sitting on the edge of my bed, his eyes focused on me and they looked a bit lost, like as though he was thinking about something. I bet he doesn't even know that I'm awake yet. I gave him a light pinch on his abdomen, and that seemed to do the trick, because he blinked and furrowed his brows. 

"You're finally awake? I thought you were going to sleep forever."There was a ghost of a smile on his lips. 

"Are you going to the office today?" I asked, noticing the black suit he was wearing.

"I've gone to the office and I'm back. Do you even know what the time is, sleeping beauty?" I gave him a confused stare and slightly shook my head. I believe it should be around eight or ten in the morning. I can't see the state of the weather outside because my curtains are still closed.

"I don't know what the time is, but I think it should still be maybe nine or ten," I shrugged and removed the white sheets from my body. I suddenly paused in my actions when something clicked in. Last night, something happened between I and Alexander, and I know I fell asleep immediately after stepping down from my high. We were in the shower and I was mostly naked in his arms. Why am I now dressed in a transparent pink night gown? 

"If you're wondering how you ended up in that night dress, then stop worrying your little brain, Angel. I dressed you in that." His tone was calm and collected. I nodded at him, avoiding his eyes that seemed to be following every of my move. I got down from the bed through the other side, obviously avoiding Alexander and his gaze. I can't even face him now, not after last night. I know we didn't have sex last night, but the things he did to me, the way my body responded to his every touch. It was mind blowing and ecstatic. 

I want to hate him, I want to despise him, I want to resent him, so that when our contract is over, I won't have any regrets or even think of him. But, it seems my heart, soul and mind doesn't want to hate, despise nor resent him. From the way things are going now, I know that leaving him after our contract is over would be hard.

"What's the time, Alex?" I asked, standing up from the bed. I adjusted the gown on my body. Ah, it was too transparent and skimpy. A gasp suddenly escaped my lips when Alexander immediately came in front of me, his hands on either side of my face. His lips claimed mine in a hot, fierce and demanding kiss. I wanted to push him away, and tell him that I had morning breath. 

"It is hard to resist you, especially not in this sexy night gown of yours," he whispered against my lips, with his eyes shut.

I pushed him away slightly, my heart pounding loudly against my chest, I'm afraid he can hear it. "You didn't have to kiss me, you know. I have morning breath." He scoffed and chuckled softly.

"It's three in the afternoon, baby. And, even if you had a morning breath, I don't give a fuck about that." 

Three in the afternoon? Did I sleep that long? The sleep was just so blissful and peaceful that I lost count of time. "Even at that, I haven't brushed. My breath must be stinking." I sighed softly, looking up at him. "Stop kissing me out of the blue, and stop touching me unnecessarily. I don't like it."

A smirk appeared on his lips and he licked his lips. "You weren't saying this last night, baby. As a matter of fact, you love my every touch. You loved the way my hands caressed every inch of your sexy body. The way your body felt right in my hands. You moaned my name when I took you to cloud nine. You felt heaven when I made you feel things you haven't felt before." He leaned towards my ear and whispered, "I know you also love my kisses, the way my mouth feels against yours." My breaths were now ragged as I felt his hand caressing my inner thigh. So close, he was so close. "Admit it baby, you want me as much as I want you."

My breath hitched when his finger stroked my folds, I grabbed his shirt tightly and looked up at him pleadingly. A wide smirk appeared on his lips, as he stroked me again. This man is evil. With all the strength and willpower that I could summon, I pushed him away and ran into my bathroom. 

Shutting the door, I leaned against it, breathing heavily. He's definitely going to be my doom. I know it, I can feel it. It's a dead end, I'm gone. This feeling, this want, this craving for him - no - I don't want it.

I want to bury it, squash it and bury it. With this much desire, I'll end end up hurt in the end and I don't want that. The way he folds and unfolds me at the same time, it's quite alarming. It felt like I was drowning, asphyxiated. I really need to break this spell that he has created. I really need to.

I brushed my teeth and took my bath, taking much time to scrub every part of my body. After rinsing myself, I wrapped my body with a towel. I paused when I got to door, wondering if Alexander was still in my room. I placed my ear against the door to know if I could hear any shuffling or sound, but I didn't get any which means he must have left. I really hope he has, because I don't want to face him again.

I twisted the door knob and opened the door, and I instantly regretted that action, because Alexander was standing just in front of me with his hands tucked into his pant pockets. He's looking down at me as though I was a child who was avoiding a house chore. I swiftly turned and made to shut the door on his face, but he held it open with his foot. He pulled me into my room by my hand. I gripped the towel tightly for fear that it might loosen and leave me stark naked in front of Alexander.

"I thought you had left," I mumbled under my breath. He gently sat me on the bed and squat in front me.

"Do you want me gone so bad?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, leave now." He clicked his tongue and nodded. He stood up and turned to leave, but I grabbed his hand, stopping him.

"I knew it. You didn't want me to leave," he uttered with a smug smile as he turned to face me.

"No, no, that's not it. I wanted to talk to you." His gaze zeroed on me giving me his full attention. "It's the usual...y'know...I need a job." His eyes slightly darkened and he sighed looking away from me. "I can't ke...."

"No," he deadpanned. 

"But.."

"No, Ivory. END OF DISCUSSION!!" If eyes were gun then he'd be dropping dead right now, because I was glaring so hard at him. What's his problem with me getting a job anyway?

Taking a deep breath, I stood up from the bed and took two steps towards him, covering the space between us. I pecked his lips and kissed his nose. I hope this helps to melt his icy heart. I locked my hands around his neck and kissed him again, softly. He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him. "Please..." I muttered against his lips.

"Nice try, Angel. The answer is still no." I pushed him away from me and glared at him.

"Then don't blame me for my next course of action. I don't even need your permission to get a job. You think I'll depend on the weekly allowance you give me? Well, sorry to burst your bubbles, dear husband, I don't even need it. I want to earn my own money," I gritted at him, folding my arms over my chest.

"You're so stubborn that it'll land you into trouble." He huffed and made to touch me, but I stepped away from him.

"You're the stubborn one." I turned around and walked into my closet, banging the door close very hard.