Chapter 159

I’m being ridiculous.

“You did.” I smile shyly, knowing he did, can’t deny it really and stare at the desk instead, aware of both
of their eyes eating into me now, and once again that overly heavy uneasiness comes over me. I jump
when Alexi touches my shoulder to pull my attention to him.

“Mico is the one person I trust most in the world, besides you … and sometimes my idiot brother.” He
jokes in afterthought. That soft, subtle hint of a smile, his voice husky and affectionate, so much depth
and meaning in so few words. The way his pale eyes bore into mine as he says it sets my nerves
tingling and heart hammering in my chest in a gooey, lovesick weirdo way that only adds to the blush
spreading across my cheekbones.

“I’ll give you two some privacy. I need to go check on the men, anyway.” Mico shifts from his perch,
hearing the change in Alexi and sensing the heaviness of the moment and gets up. He knows when
two people need a few moments to have themselves something intimate. Leaving rapidly, which only
makes me blush even more.

“Think you made him feel awkward.” I point out to Alexi, but he just leans in and cages me in by resting
his palms on either side of my chair, so his face comes level with mine and I have no escape. This
close it’s easy to completely lose yourself in that handsome face and alluring set of eyes. He smells
edible, like always and that subtle aftershave he always wears surrounds me warmly. I stare at his
mouth with that inevitable longing to be kissed, whenever he gets close.

“I think he could sense how much I wanted to do this.” Alexi moves in deliberately, using his nose to
brush against mine and ignite a million sensations. He tilts his head as he angles to kiss me properly.
This time slow and smooth as he finds my mouth, connects us faultlessly and teases my lips open with
his. His hands automatically sliding into my hair behind my ears so he can gently hold me and holds
himself in an awkward position to kiss me properly.



My hands move up to cradle his jawline, strong and defined although spiky with five o’clock shadow as
I kiss him back. That rough grate against my skin, his face against mine which feels highly erotic. I
move in to make it more passionate and use my tongue to trace his, as I too get lost in pressing us
together as close as is humanly possible. That soft stomach fluttering slide of his against mine. Our
mouths locked as he kisses the sense right out of me with a practised technique.

Alexi kisses in a way that suits me perfectly. As though we were always meant to do this to each other,
synced by nature and moulded to be a snug fit. As I lose myself in the familiar feel and taste of him,
surrendering every part of myself to the hot igniting passion that grows between us, I’m aware my
underwear heats and my lady parts hint that maybe a service would be a good thing. That tense,
yearning ache that comes on when you desperately want sex. Knees pressing together to combat my
stomach tying itself in knots as my toes curl from his attention.

Sex is a no-go because of trust, but it doesn’t stop my body craving him every time he touches me. Our
chemistry is still as strong as it’s always been and right now, I want to devour him whole. My
temperature soars and skin prickles. Straight back to when I was fuelled by alcohol and my brain took a
long break to dumbland.

He’s breaking me down with every day I get to experience this side of him, and the longing for sex is
almost killing me with a fever of crazy horniness caused by this man. My body ups a gear so quickly,
aching to feel him inside me again as memories of how well we fit together sends little explosions from
my inner thighs up through my core and into my lower abdomen—just from a kiss. The first hints of how
easily I would achieve an orgasm when this turned on. I don’t think it would take much.

Alexi slides his hands behind me, down to my waist to encircle me tightly and pulls me out of the chair
and into the open space between his feet, pulling us back so he can straighten. He has his butt against
the desk, sat slightly so I’m nearly his height like this. I end up cradled right against him, between his
legs snugly, arms wrapped around me so he can continue to kiss me senseless. All while feeling every



part of my body moulded to his hard, seductive form, like a full-on, every inch pressed together puzzle
piece. He has the body of a god.

My blood is pumping fast, body on fire with desire as I wrap my arms around his neck and let go
completely. Abandoning all reasoning in my lust-fuelled haze. Fingers trailing the collar of his T-shirt
while being cradled tightly in his arms, pressed against that strong chest. They somehow find their way
down his abdomen, squeezing between us and underneath his clothes to trace out a sculpted six pack
and the waistband of his sweats. Tempted to pull them towards me and go fishing for what I want the
most. Alexi’s hands move and slide down my curves, one hand to my thigh before he slides it up and
under the hem of my dress and pulls me sharply to him so I can’t feel him out anymore, crushing my
own hands flat between us. His other around my waist inching down to my arse.

Alexi finds it easily, the other hand following suit, smoothing his fingers down to cup both cheeks,
gripping, pulling me hard against his groin with a little aggressive grasping that only makes me crave
him more. His tongue caresses mine expertly, muffling my moans of pleasure. He has me feeling all
kinds of sexy and desirable as he slides over my body and feels out every part of me with a raw hunger
that is almost primal.

This man has me groaning, panting, writhing against his growing erection and we have to come up for
air before I self-combust. I literally let him grope me senseless while investigating every inch of my
mouth with his. Fever pitch heat emanating between us as we both break free to catch our breath.

Both struggling to inhale properly, we stay together breathlessly with nose tips touching and eyes
locked intensely. He turns me, guiding my body in his usual domineering manner so I get butted
against the desk instead. Eyes never leaving mine, inhaling each other’s air.

His hands slide to my thighs, push up my dress to pants level and he grips them and lifts me up, so my
hands fly to his chest to steady myself. He perches my butt on the desk in a fluid motion and my feet
dangle free of the floor, opening my knees to get as close as he can. He slides my dress further up my



thighs, so it doesn’t restrict me, and exposes my underwear fully before he dives in again to kiss me
dizzy. His obvious erection pushes against my scant lace underwear, which is throbbing with intense
heat and I flinch with the contact, groaning under my breath at just how much it arouses me.

This time I have him between my thighs where he feels a little too good, and I swear if the fabric of our
clothes were not a barrier right now, I would let him take me here and now. Such little willpower. I’m so
wet my underwear is soaking through as we continue and part of me just wants him to take one of
those hands and fondle so I can get a little relief. He isn’t venturing anywhere near though. Hands on
my hips, tongue in my mouth, groin pressed hard against my pelvis, but he is behaving in a very
gentlemanly manner concerning touching. Alexi is not angling for sex, just pushing me to the heights of
horny because he can.

And he knows he can do it too. Always got to have his little kick of control.

I don’t want to stop though.

God, I want him to keep going, rip my knickers off and take me on the desk like a caveman. We both
know Alexi is a sex god when that crazy aggressive desire is unleashed. I can almost taste how much I
want it. He has me going crazy with desire. Pressing into him, hauling at him to get closer and biting his
lip. Kissing him with a ravenous appetite, fingers trawling his neck and scalp. I get my knees up at his
hips and press him to try and urge a little dry humping, wrapping my legs around him to try to pull him
on top of me. Alexi just continues devouring me with sensual, hot kisses and his hands stay firmly
where they are.

I want sex. I want sex. I want sex now, right here, this goddamn second, before I scream. Jesus, I SO
WANT SEX!

And therein lies my fear. How willing I am to just let him take that final step back to sex and power over
me and its insanely stupid. Like I’ve learned nothing from the past and have no desire to protect myself



from history repeating itself. I’m so dumb sometimes. I have zero will to stop this, in fact, I don’t even
try. Just kiss harder, deeper, run my hands down his front and massage his bulge to make it clear I
want him to fuck me.

There’s a knock on the door and I pounce away from him guiltily, leaning back and creating distance,
shame washing over me that I’m literally this weak anytime he gets those lips near mine and push him
back as I struggle to the floor. Sense hitting hard, hands removed from his crotch while he grins at me
for that last fondle and something deep inside of me yells curse words at my lack of willpower.

It’s not the most ladylike of efforts, but as reality slaps me around the head that thirty seconds more
and I would have been on my knees sucking the hell out of him, goading him to let me screw him on
the desk, it’s a sobering shake.

Alexi looks bemused, almost as though he can hear all my thoughts and he knows where we were
heading, but helps me get back on my feet, with my dress smoothed down again before calling out.

“Come in.”

He watches me right myself and I press my palms to my cheeks to cool the heat that is flushing all over
my body. Heart bursting out of my chest as though we just had a sex marathon all over the office and
strangely antsy that it got interrupted.

I can feel his eyes devouring me like a predator as I move away, sense tells me it is lust based rather
than that he wants to slay me for dinner, and it doesn’t help me calm my frazzled nerves or sizzling
libido in the slightest. I can’t help the rush of excitement at that little thought, he wants me as much as I
want him and push it down deep to bury it in the depths of my stomach.

BOB needs to spend a long busy night with me later, to get rid of some of this pent-up crazy. A good
few orgasms on my battery-operated fuck buddy should curb some of this insane craving. If Alexi wants
to bed share, I may have to tend to myself in the bathroom first.



“Mr Carrero.” It’s one of his drivers and he looks perplexed as he takes in my flushed and wrinkled self,
trying to act innocent and failing if the heavy breathing I have going on and his boss looking like a guy
who may start dry humping my leg is anything to go by. Sporting the hints of a trouser tent that is trying
to go down. Alexi instantly reverts to his hard, cold manner. Face closing to deadpan and aura of
aggressive psycho like a cloak sweeping over him.

I guess the poor driver can feel the sizzling sexual tension in the air, judging by his apologetic manner.
It’s thick as city smog and what he may have just interrupted with his timely intrusion.

“What?” Alexi snaps a little harshly, obviously frustrated and then clears his throat, tenses his neck
from side to side and looks at the man in a much more controlled way. Lack of getting further affecting
him too, even if he wanted to act like it didn’t. It’s all over him now. That hostile sex starved manner of a
man who got turned on and can’t do shit about it. I wonder if he’s a man who self-pleasures. We might
both be hiding in our bathrooms later and having a cold shower before sharing a bed tonight.

“Your date last night left this in the car, and I didn’t know if you wanted me to return it.” He holds up a
fur capelet, dangling it like a dead animal in the suddenly deathly silent room and everything in me
literally turns to ashes and falls around my feet in the most heart-stopping, brutal and crushing way.

I spin on the man, eyes widening to huge proportions in gasping horror, heart plummeting and just
gawp at him horrendously.

“Your what?”

I spit the question at him venomously, unable to control the outburst of shocked pain that hits me and
bubbles forth, and the strained tone in my voice betraying the instant hurt. Like a stab to the chest as
those words filter through my brain and I realise that I’ve been living in a fantasy land and forgetting
exactly who this arsehole really is.

A date! A fucking date with a fucking woman, who left part of her wardrobe in his goddamn car.



I’m such a complete and utter blind moron.

It’s like all those niggles of mistrust and disbelief just burst all over my head and pour over me like icy
cold water. All the reasons I kept telling myself to keep my guard up. Here they are—staring me in the
bloody face as they shatter my soul to pieces.

Last night when he fucked off all night with Santagato and then showed up on the club floor already
showered and changed. He had a date … he had a date all night, away from me, with another woman,
followed by a shower … which can only mean …

Oh, my God.

There is only one reason you shower before presenting yourself to the woman you are meant to be
dating. To hide the stench of a cheap whore on your skin.

I feel sick at the thought of him screwing some harpy and then coming and lying in bed with me, giving
me all this bullshit about me being who he wants. All that last night, cuddling up, sweet caresses and
gentle words. It’s all fucking shit, nothing but ashes in my mouth now as I realise; he hasn’t cared about
pushing for sex because he’s still getting it elsewhere. It’s all just fake and empty promises and exactly
what I should have expected.

“Burn it, I don’t give a shit.” Alexi sounds angry, but my seething rage built from aching pain is all-
consuming and I turn on him fiercely. Blinded to the fact he has someone here with us by the utter
incontrollable heartbreak I’m experiencing.

I fucking believed him when he said he loved me. Even when I told myself I didn’t … this is the proof
that I did. This pain, this slicing my soul into tiny shards of sharp glass. The splintering of a heart that
never fully recovered from the first time.



“Your fucking WHAT? I hiss at him again, gritting my teeth to try to control the spiralling emotions I
cannot contain. The hysteria of a crazy lady growing bigger than I can contain and ripping through my
skull at a rate of knots.

This is bigger than anything I have ever felt in my life, and I wonder if this is how betrayal really feels
when it’s someone you love. Unleashing the crazy in me as jealousy devours my soul and turns my
heart to stone. It cuts deeper than anything he did before; because this time, I stupidly dared to hope
and believe. He ripped the rug out from under me.

Alexi stays fixed and motionless, eyes on his driver and shakes his head subtly. Maintaining that
uncaring and controlled manner and concealing that he even gives a shit about my outburst. I no longer
care about keeping us a secret, I couldn’t give a toss about appearances or who fucking knows about
us right now. I’m so volcanic I want the whole world to hear me screaming at this tosspot. I’m physically
clawing myself to stop a violent attack on his face.

“You can go,” he commands, and the man scurries off like a scared puppy, pulling the door behind him
quickly; because he realises, he just started a shit storm in here. He may not know we are a ‘thing’, but
he recognises a woman about to turn murderous psycho time bomb when he sees one.

Alexi doesn’t even turn my way with the click of the door meeting frame.

“Don’t do that. You know how things work, don’t turn this into something it’s not.” He dismisses me with
an even, bored tone and moves to put space between us, completely ignoring the red mist I have
hovering over my head. My breathing is so insanely heavy I’m almost hyperventilating, and he just
turns up the dial with that reaction. I can’t think straight. My head stammering and heart bleeding as I
try to grasp a sense of this, stuck to this spot and unable to physically move because I am stone cold
stiff with sheer rage.

He lied to me.



He betrayed me.

“What it’s not? Do you mean a fucking date? You had a fucking date, Alexi, while telling me I’m what
you want!!” I sound insane, my voice at dog whistle level and hoarse like I’m screeching even though
I’m not. He just tenses, hostility overcoming him because I have learnt that you never question Alexi
angrily. It enrages that inner psycho in him and puts him on the aggressive defensive even when he is
in the wrong. That whole combative trigger of his that brings out his dickhead side.

I don’t fucking care right now; my heart is breaking all over again.

“I had an escort. For appearances. Don’t overreact.” His tone is tight, and I can tell it’s through gritted
teeth because he is trying to keep his temper under control and not let this escalate. He walks to the
drinks cabinet and fusses with glasses to pour himself a drink, giving himself a focus that’s not me, and
I wonder if this is his way of trying to curb an outburst. I, on the other hand, want to poke and jam sticks
in that twat of a bear and get some goddamn straight answers. My heart’s pounding so hard out of my
chest it’s actually painful. I feel like you could see it thumping out of my ribs.

“Did you fuck her? Before coming home to me.” It’s almost a wail, but enough venom that you really
cannot tell if its rage or devastation. I’m trembling all over, legs weakening as my limbs start to sag. My
eyes stinging with tears as they build up, but I won’t let myself fall apart over this dickhead of a man. I
should have known.

I should have bloody known I could never trust him.

“No. Don’t be stupid. You’re overreacting; use your head, Cam.” Alexi is pissed at me being pissed at
him. Lord of not communicating and shutting down on me, expecting me to just accept his explanation
and be done with it. Not even a fucking sorry. Just his word is law and I’m in the wrong for being
affected by it.

How fucking dare he.



“I don’t believe you. You kept it from me, you showered before coming near me. Why else would you
do that if you hadn’t fucked her? So I wouldn’t smell her?” I’m losing the battle against my own tears
and my eyes are filling with warm fluid, blurring my vision. My pulse feels like its throbbing through
every inch of my skin. There’re horrible skin crawling tingles covering me from head to foot, like ants
running all over, only their legs are as sharp as razor blades. It’s physical pain, every inch of me.

“Because I stank of smoke, booze and cheap perfume from Santagato’s strip club. I hate smelling that
way, so I showered. Big fucking deal.” A shrug, a casual toss of a glance at me before he downs his
drink and sets up another. Adding booze to the problem. Acting distant, hostile and domineering.

I remember him saying he uses alcohol to self-medicate and I wonder what it’s doing for him now?
Calming, stopping him blowing his shit at me? Or just helping him lie and evade me so I don’t see the
truth?

“You’re a liar. The only way you could stink of cheap perfume is by having physical contact with the
whore wearing it. To think I actually believed you would not touch another woman … ha fucking ha! I
should have known that the lack of pushing for sex was a sign you were getting it elsewhere. You don’t
change. I hope she’s worth it.”

I have reached that level of shouting where I’m sure everyone on this floor can hear me, and the
angrier I get, the more controlled and calm he seems to get. Alexi is turning inwards. All that anger and
hostility is being clung onto and pushed down to appear indifferent to me and freezing me out.

Classic fucking Alexi.

Leopard never changes its spots. Sadly, for me, it’s all the proof I need that he will always be an
arsehole incapable of being what I need.



“It’s a strip club!! Of course, women pushed themselves up against me, it’s what he pays them to do.
Doesn’t mean I did anything about it.” His tone is frosty, to say the least. Eyes boring into me across
the room like knives with a backwards scowl and yet I cannot read him at all anymore. All his tells are
gone, his manner cold and his eyes so stormy grey now I lose my courage and look away. That tremor
of fear in me when connecting to an older version of him and all my faith, hopes and dreams shatter to
the floor.

The energy in the room bubbling between us as two hotheads take different approaches to be raging
mad at each other. I’m not him, I cannot cool my jets when faced with a pain that could kill me. I want to
rip his stupid fat head off.

“Sure … right … the man who couldn’t help himself from having a new whore every night he was here,
but if it was me and I let some man paw at me, you would rip his throat out. It’s me, so I’m overreacting.
I’m in the wrong for you being a cheating fucktard who can’t keep his hands to himself!” It’s a mess of
torn words from a raw, strained throat, mixed with a waterfall of unshed tears as I try to hold them in.

I never knew something could hurt like this.

“I have self-control, I’m not a dog who has to bone everything that tries to give me an erection. I also
haven’t cheated on you. I told you I wouldn’t be with another woman and I meant it.” Simmering scowl,
he is losing his cool even though he is trying. The voice raspier as he matches my more laboured
breathing.

“I don’t believe you. It’s what you do. You cannot help yourself from being a complete prick. Is this why
you don’t push me for sex … because you are getting it on tap anyway? ANSWER ME!!”

I erupt. True psychotic scream at him, a release of so much pressure and the tears burst forth.

“Jesus Christ.” Alexi glares at me furiously, finally snapping that mask in half at my sudden savage
explosion.



“No, London. I am not pushing you for sex because you don’t want me to! I am trying to establish trust
and it’s obvious that’s not working if this is anything to go by.”

“Why should I trust you? All you have ever done is use sex and women to hurt me and now this … you
left me here after treating me like shit to go spend a night and do God knows what with some slapper
you probably took from downstairs. You don’t care about me, you never did.”

That little flash of something in his eye hits me like a thunderbolt, I catch it even though It’s so fleeting I
almost miss it through blurry vision, and I realise I’m right. He did take one of the whores from this very
club, right under my fucking nose. That little tiny hesitation and the way he turns his back on me to hide
it was a tell. I hit the nail on the head in grand fashion.

“Oh, my God!! You are a wanker!!” I scream it at him again and he spins to face me like the scary crazy
devil he can be. That aggressive asshole from Miami who yelled in my face and called me a whore.

“You know what … you’re right. She was from the club, not that it matters because NOTHING
FUCKING HAPPENED!! Fuck THIS … fuck US … fuck IT! Go tantrum elsewhere as I really cannot
handle this bullshit with you. I am not lying to you and I have done nothing wrong. Last thing I need is a
jealous psycho act because I dared to take some other female out to dinner to cover what we have
going on. If you can’t see that then get out of my fucking face. I can do no right with you.”

“You are a fucking cunt of epic proportions, you know that? Well, you can go piss off and screw
whatever tramp you want. I’m not stupid enough to cling on like some sad Hoe-Anne for the scraps you
throw my way. I won’t let you use other women against me ever again, or mess with my head, twisting
everything so I’m the one in the wrong. Narcissistic prick!” I break into a tirade of crazy ranting, yelling
at him, tears breaking loose all over my face and down my neck with the sheer volume, and hating
myself for lowering myself to use the C word. Alexi stiffens, grits his teeth and clenches his jaw so it
squares off devilishly, and goes back to pouring his amber liquid and then drinks it in a jerky, angry



motion, as though to blank me out. He doesn’t even look my way. Just shakes his head and refuses to
engage anymore.

“Wanker.”

Completely blanks me, stares at the wall and blocks me out.

It’s all I need to flip that switch. I storm past him, pushing him bodily from behind as hard as I can and
with all my might. I want to physically hurt him. Both palms on his shoulder blades so he falls forward
into the cabinet with a slight thud and the glass bottles and such clink while something falls over and
pours everywhere. He uses his free hand to brace himself against the wall to stop himself tumbling
over. It’s a shock to him as he didn’t see it coming but I have not one single regret. I only wish I was
stronger and could have pushed him through the bloody wall.

I don’t stop for his reaction to my assault, because I don’t care if he chases me down and fucking
spanks me black and blue. I yank open the office door and literally storm towards the lift, in a cloud of
black hatred and hell hath no fury scowl on my tear-stained face.

We are done. It’s over. I hate him.

“Camilla?” Mico’s voice follows me.

“Don’t! Leave me alone. Go tell him if he has any sense, he will do the fucking same.” I snap and stab
the button beside the closed door and will it to appear, not wanting to turn and look his way. I can feel
eyes on me, and I know the difference between Alexi and Mico by sensation alone. Alexi is in the office
glaring at me from his position, letting me storm off to blow out no doubt.

Mico is keeping his distance while my back is to him and thankfully the door opens immediately. Mico
follows quickly and stops it shutting as I stand inside, shaking with rage and tears pouring down my
cheeks once more. Makeup tinted splashes landing on my dress and I just stare at them.



“What’s happened?” He looks completely alarmed, eyes wide and furrowed concern etched on his
face. For a moment guilt gnaws at me for yelling at him. Mico hasn’t done anything wrong.

“Ask that wanker or maybe his fucking date.” I slap Mico’s hand away, despite my moment of regret, as
he stops the door from closing, again igniting my temper. He instantly goes from a look of concern to a
look of ‘ahh’ in about two seconds flat. Registering why I might suddenly flip my shit after the cosiness
of a few minutes ago.

“It wasn’t like that. He’s crazy about you … you’re taking this the …” He doesn’t get to finish as the
doors close on him, cutting him off thankfully, and I’m whisked downstairs by the magic of modern
technology. Curling myself up in my arms and trying to breathe through snotty sobs while stopping
myself having simultaneous traumatic aneurisms and a major heart attack.

I literally cannot breathe.

 


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