Chapter 4
Oliver and I made up when he got back home the next morning. He said he had gotten really drunk and went to a friend's house because he didn't want me to see him in that state of mind. He apologized for how he acted and told me he loved me. It sounded like bullshit, coming from a lawyer, but I decided to believe him anyway. He reeked of cheap perfume and for him to have gotten really drunk his hangover wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. He'd have to come up with a better lie, he married a f*cking lawyer for God's sake.
Today, I wore a simple dark red tight-fitting dress with matching color heels. I was going to go see Bella today so I could get her testimony, she was a prime witness after all and would be a great help to the case. I put on fake lashes and dark red lipstick before I started to straighten my hair.
Oliver walked in his usual brown trousers and a red button up shirt. "Where are you going?" He scanned my outfit.
"I have to go and see a client's daughter." I continued to straighten my hair, not looking at him.
"I think you should change." I frowned and moved the iron away from my hair, looking at my reflection in the mirror.
"I like this though." He came up behind me and started to slowly unzip my dress.
"It makes your hips seem wider than they already are and plus your gaining weight." I looked down as he kissed my back. I actually thought I looked pretty and professional in this dress but what he said pushed me further down the hole of my insecurities.
I held my dress up so it wouldn't fall while he moved my hair from my shoulder, kissing there afterwards. "Your right." I said, biting back tears.
"You know I tell you this because I want you to look your best right?" I nodded. "I love you."
"I love you too." As Oliver walked out, I let the tears slip down my cheeks. He loves you, I reminded myself. I wiped away the tears, slipping my dress off and continuing to straighten my hair. I walked out to our closer and pulled on cream white high waist tailored trousers, a black lace corset top and my Louboutin red bottoms.
I pulled on a white suit jacket before applying lip gloss over my lipstick and putting in diamond earrings. Oliver smiled when he saw what I was wearing and kissed my forehead. "You look beautiful."
"Thank you." I smiled and let him kiss my lips. I buttoned the one button on the suit jacket and grabbed my briefcase along with my black purse.
He held the door open for me and said, "Have a good day. Please be back in time so we can go to the shop for your dress." I nodded and smiled, placing a quick kiss to his lips then leaving.
From the moment I got this job I always told myself to separate my personal life from my work one. I left the loving wife back home and arrived at Brinda's as the attorney everyone wanted to take down. Her bodyguards patted me down for precautionary measures she didn't trust that Mr. Dubois wouldn't send someone to hurt them based off of his past violence.
We shook hands before she took me to where her daughter Bella was. We walked into a very bedroom, the bed placed near the window, a little desk with a computer, laptop and a few papers on it, and a dresser in front of the bed with a TV propped on it. "Bella, the lawyer is here, Mrs. Escarra. Come say hi."
Bella did as she was told and held her hand out to me, making me smile slightly. She was no older then fourteen years old, a striking resemblance of her mother but with her green eyes. "Hi. You're going to help with putting my dad away, right?"
"I am." She looked just like her mother, blond hair and beautiful light skin. She wore baggy jeans and a tight white top with her hair let loosely down her back.
"I hope you don't mind but I did do my research on you and I'm really glad my mom chose you to represent her." She smiled before hugging me and I hugged back. She looked down at my hand with the butterfly tattoo, "Pretty tattoo. Have any meaning to it?"
"Well, you could say that."
She traced the outline of it with curious eyes. "What does it mean?"
"It's just a representation of a very... memorable night of my life." I smiled at the teenager in front of me.
She nodded, but I could see she wanted more information.
"I got the tattoo when I met this stranger and after we had gotten it, he said something that I want to remember for the rest of my life." I smiled, remembering him and hating how much I wanted to see him again. She bunched her eyebrows together with a curious smile, "You got a tattoo with a stranger?"
I nodded, "Impulsive moment."
She looked up to her mom and said, "When can I get a tattoo? It'll be something small like a rose or something."
"Maybe one day but not today." Bella rolled her eyes playfully and Brinda chuckled before pressing a kiss to her cheeks. The front door was opened and closed, signaling that law enforcement, CPS and child forensic interviewers were here. Brinda went to get them and once she was gone Bella sighed and went back to desk. "What's the matter?"
"Am I going to be a witness for in the trial?" She started to clean up her desk and set papers in folders.
"Possibly." She simply nodded.
Everyone, besides Brinda because they didn't want Bella's answers to be influenced by her presence, walked in. "Mrs. Escarra." I gave her a slight nod in acknowledgement. "Bella. How are you doing?" Bella didn't respond, keeping her head down and finishing cleaning her desk. This was normal for kids her age. It wasn't because they were acting out or just simply didn't want to answer it was because most had been told not to say anything to anyone or they were scared of what would happen if they did.
Bella and I took a seat with everyone else on the little couch she had in her room. They sat across from us in chairs. "Now, you understand why we're here and what's happening?" Bella nodded.
There was a recorder sat in the middle of the small table. "We're going to record this conversation. Is that okay Bella?" She shrugged.
"This is an interview so we can make sure that you'll be a credible witness in the case against the defendant, your father." She, Lucy, started. "First question, how many times did your parents argue?"
She let out breath and closed her eyes as she did so. "Every other night. During these... arguments he'd seem drunk."
"How do you know he was drunk?" The man beside Lucy, Sam, took notes as they spoke.
"His words would slur and he would be a bit clumsy. He'd drink a lot and his drinking was usually the root of their arguments."
Lucy nodded. "How was it like when he wasn't drinking?"
"He was great. The kind of dad every girl would dream of. I remember, when he was sober, he took my mom and I out shopping, then a picnic then we had dinner. He didn't have anything but water that night, wanting to make the night perfect." She smiled slightly.
She saw Lucas writing something down with a serious face and put her head back down, her smile now gone. "Are you scared of your dad?" She remained silent so Lucas wrote down something again. We made eye contact and I sent and angry and annoyed glare his way; he gulped and set his pen down, looking away from me.
The interview went on for another ten minutes before Bella said she didn't want to talk anymore. "I'll have to see him, won't I? He'll be so pissed." She covered her face with her hands and let out a deep breath.
I placed a hand on her back. "You don't even have to look at him. Just pretend as if he's not there."
"I want to be there. I want to see him locked up for what he did to me and my mom." She shook her head and chuckled sadly. "I want to love him but all I feel is hatred towards him. Is that bad? He hurt us and I hate him for it."
"Of course not. Feeling that way towards him is normal because of what he did. But he still loves you. No matter what."
"You don't hurt people you love."
I didn't respond, not knowing how to, because she was right. I hurt Oliver the night I stepped out on our marriage as much as he hurt me sometimes. I hugged her tightly and in the most comforting way possible when I heard sobs coming from her. "Hey, hey, princess don't cry. It'll be fine. I promise with my life that he will be put behind bars." She nodded and wiped at the few tears.
Bella let go of me and ran to her mom as soon as she walked in. I stood up, fixing my suit jacket, and walked over to them. They hugged for a while before Brinda, and I stepped out to give her some space. "Thank you again for this." She smiled.
We started walking to her front door and after her bodyguards handed me my purse back, I said, "Please. Putting men like him behind bars is one of my favorite hobbies." She chuckled. We shook hands and I left, looking through my bag for my keys.
Paparazzi was surrounding the front, standing right outside of the gate, so there was no way for me to pull in that's why I went through the back. I started to walk the few miles it took for me to get to my car whilst on my phone.
Not paying attention I bumped into someone, almost tumbling backwards but they caught me. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't-" When I looked up to finish apologizing to the stranger, I saw those silver eyes and froze. My heart was pounding so fast I thought it was going to fall out of my chest. My hand was gripping on his shirt while his stayed on my waist.
He was searching my face just as I was his. All of the memories from that night-- our night -- was hitting me as hard as a brick as I stared into his eyes. His eyes moved down to my tattoo and a smirk found its way onto his face. "Athena." My core tingled at the way my name rolled off of his tongue so smoothly.
"Alessandro." His smirk changed into a smile as he pulled me closer to him. My breathing felt constricted as his hand moved to my lower back. Why, why, why. This cannot be happening right now.
I pushed myself back out of his arms, still staring into his silver orbs. "I- I have to go." I threw my phone into my purse and started to quickly walk past him when he grabbed my hand.
I gripped onto the headboard of the bed and moaned loudly when he slammed into me. His hand wrapped around my neck pulling my head back and he kissed on my neck. My pants grew louder every time he thrusted into me from behind. My body pressed fully on the bed and his weight keeping me grounded.
"Fck. You feel so fcking good baby." He whispered into my ear his thrusts speeding up with every second he was inside of me. Tears started falling from my eyes at the pleasurable pain, I bit my bottom lip and moved my hips back to meet his thrusts.
This is wrong. This is so so wrong. But it felt way too good to stop him. "I'm so... close." My pants grew heavier, my walls tightened around his c*ck, and my eyes squeezed shut.
"Open your eyes. I want to see how good I make you feel." His grip on my neck tightened and he groaned at the sound of my whimpers. I let out the loudest moan and my hips moved up as I o*rgasmed. It felt like a pulsing from between my legs that moved up to my head.
I collapsed back onto the bed breathing hard as I calmed down from that overwhelming o*rgasm. He kissed down my back, leaving a bite mark in the middle of it, and went to kiss all over my ass. I was for sure we were down, this being the hundredth time I came, but boy was I wrong.
"I'm just getting started with you, darling." He whispered when he moved back up then kissed my cheek.
"Athena?" I snapped out of my trance my thighs tightly squeezed shut. "Can we talk?"
"I don't think that's a good idea."
"Athena, please." You have a husband. You have a husband. Those eyes-- his eyes-- God, I've missed them so much.
"Okay. But not here." What's the worst that could happen. "Follow my car." He nodded and left but not before he kissed my cheek. I held my hand where his lips were with a small smile. I hopped inside of my car, seeing his pull up behind it. I bit my lip at the sight of him in my rearview mirror; one hand on the wheel and the other rubbing on his stubble. He had a small smile playing on his lips and he looked as if he was daydreaming.
When his eyes found mine, I quickly looked away and started my car. I had to be in a more secluded place, now being a bit more popular since Brinda's case. And me being with another man, Alessandro, would cause an unwanted scandal. So, as he followed me, I drove to a trail I knew no one would be at this time of day.
Just keep Oliver in your head, you are a happily married woman. I let a big breath and got out of the car, leaving my things inside of it. Alessandro's eyes studied me and my body just like they did that night. He noticed me squeeze my thighs and smirk, walking closer to me.
I had forgotten how tall he was as he towered over me, my chest tightening. There was a moment were we just stared at each other, reliving our night of passion. "So, I see you kept to your word."
He smiled slightly. "I did. After six months I've found you." He tried to move my hair behind my ear, but I moved my head away.
"I'm married."
Alessandro hummed grabbing my chin and turning my head to look up at him. "That didn't seem to matter when I was f*cking your brains out in front of my window." His hand moved down my side and to my hip.
"That was a mistake. I... I love my husband." My eyes caught onto the necklace that laid on his chest. The other half to the heart laying on my chest. "I thought you would've thrown that out by now." Don't think about it, I reminded myself.
"Never. You never got rid of your necklace either." With one hand still on my hip he grabbed my hand and stared at the tattoo.
"What did you want to talk about?" I took my hand out of his and he went to lean back against his car.
"I've missed you." He folded his arms across his chest, his white dress shirt tightening even more around his muscular chest and arms.
"We spent one night together how can you 'miss' me?" I questioned.
He chuckled. "I can't get that one night out of my head."
I can't either. "Well, you need to move on. I'm married and-"
"I didn't care that you were married then, and I don't care now." He said, his tone serious. He moved away from his car and back towards me, putting his hand back on my hip
I didn't care either, but I can't hurt Oliver. Not again. "Alessandro, we can't do this." I breathed out, putting my hands on his chest to push him back.
"The way your body responds to me tells me otherwise." I hadn't realized my thighs were squeezed shut and my breathing had gotten heavier. He moved his leg between mine, parting them, and moved his hand up my inner thigh.
Just as his hand was about to reach my core, I pushed him back. "We- we can't. That was a onetime thing."
"It happened more than once if my memory serves me right." He looked at me for a moment. "I'll let you get back to your husband." I could hear the bitterness behind his words as he mentioned Oliver.
Alessandro grabbed my hand and kissed the butterfly tattoo. "Have a good day, Athena."
"You as well, Alessandro."
God. Like f*cking sucks.
Chapter 5
Why did you run you f*cking idiot? Because you have a husband; a husband you love. That's why you ran because you are a faithful wife.
"Shit." I moaned as he pumped his fingers in and out of me. He kissed up and down my neck, leaving marks I'd have to hide later on.
He kissed down my collarbone to the exposed part of my breast. Alessandro yanked my dress over my hips and palmed my ass while I gripped onto the railing behind me. "W- we're almost at the penthouse." I panted.
He threw my leg over his shoulder, not caring that someone could easily see us. He moved the thin layer of my purple lace underwear over. "Fucking beautiful." His hot breath hitting my clit causing me to suck in a breath. His entire mouth-
A loud honk brought me back to reality and I rolled my eyes at the car behind me. He put his middle finger out of his window, and I did the same. "Fuck you too, asshole!" I drove off and didn't hear whatever else he had to say back.
You are not allowed to be daydreaming about another man while married. I love Oliver and he loves me. I love Oliver and he loves me.
I pulled into the driveway of Serene's home and went to unlock her door. Sometimes I really regret having a spare key to her place. There was a pretty blue haired girl sitting on the kitchen counter... pleasing herself while Serene watched. I wasn't completely shocked, I'd walked in on way worse, so I just said, "Put some clothes on please."
While Serene groaned in annoyance the blue haired girl scrambled to put her panties on. "Why are you here right now?" I rolled my eyes at her.
"I saw him. Alessandro, I mean." Her eyes widened, suddenly interested in why I ruined her sex date.
"I'll go." The blue haired girl said. She was pretty; short figure, forest green eyes with specks of blue in them and pretty lips.
"No, no. Please stay, I'm Athena." I walked over to her in the kitchen and held out my hand.
She smiled and took it in hers. "Rachael."
"Alright now that everyone knows each other can we get back to the topic at hand. Sexy Alessandro." She pushed me into the living room and Rachael followed behind. They sat on the couch while I paced in front of them. "Stop pacing and talk stupid."
After catching Rachael up on my reality show worthy love life, I sat on the table. "Now for the reason I interrupted your orgasm." I sighed deeply. "I haven't seen Alessandro for six months and I kept this tattoo the entire time. I was coming back from a client's home, going through the back because of paparazzi was surrounding the front, and I was on my phone not paying attention. That's when I bumped into some mysterious guy, right?" They nodded.
"And as I was apologizing, I wasn't looking at his face. But at some point, when I did, all the memories from that night came rushing back as I stared at those silver eyes of his. Then he asked if we could talk, and we did. And fuck was there a lot of sexual tension." I bit back a smile thinking about him.
"You fucked him, right?" Racheal asked intrigued.
I grinned and looked at the both of them. "I left."
"You did what?" They said at the same time.
I stood up and ran a hand through my hair. "I know I know. But we have to be realistic here. I'm a famous lawyer married to a co- CEO. We love each other."
"I should slap you right now." Serene shook her head at me.
"Agreed. Look, from what I hear this Oliver guy is a real shithead. He doesn't deserve you at all." Serene hummed in agreement. "I'm not saying cheat on Oliver, but have you guys thought of an open marriage?"
I looked back and forth between them. "While that is a smart idea for most, I wouldn't like seeing Oliver fawning over another woman."
Serene rolled her eyes and Rachael threw her head back onto the couch in defeat. I gave them both a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry."
My phone started ringing and I dug it out of my suit jacket. "Fuck. It's Oliver." Both of their heads shot up to see me in panic.
"Calm down. He's your husband, you can talk to him normally." I nodded and took a deep breath before answering.
"Hi baby!" I said overly excited. They groaned at my stupidity.
I put him on speaker. "Um... hey baby. Did you get my message?"
"I'm with Serene right now so no."
"Serene. I assumed so. Well can you hurry back so I can take you shopping for your dress?" I looked at Serene and Rachael confused.
Realization dawned on Serene, and she mouth 'the yearly gala'. "Oh right! I'll be back as soon as possible." I hung the phone up and set on the table.
"Oliver seems... sweet."
Serene rolled her eyes. "He isn't. Wait until you've known him for as long as I have."
"He can be sweet." I defended him.
"No he cannot." Serene eyed me, silently reminding me of all the times I've called her crying about Oliver. I knew what she was thinking but neither of us spoke aloud about it. She grabbed her laptop. "What's Alessandro last name?"
I shrugged and moved in between them as she started typing. "Never asked." She smiled and went on to trying to find my side piece.
It only took two minutes before she said, "Is this him?" I looked at the picture she pulled up. I could recognize those tattoos, abs, arms, hands, legs anywhere. Just looking at him made me feel something.
"He's with someone?" Rachael asked, my attention moving to the brunette who had her arms wrapped around his waist with a bikini on.
"No, he's just a man-whore." Serene clicked on a link then scrolled.
"Alessandro Sinclair." Sinclair. His name sounded oddly familiar. I've heard it somewhere; I just can't put my finger on it.
"We're pretty close to being more powerful than the Sinclair."
I groaned in aggravation and leaned back onto the couch. "Oliver hates this man with every fiber in him."
Serene laughed at me as she shut her computer. "You're living the life, peach."
"I'm living fucking hell. I need to get my mind off them." I closed my eyes.
They were silent before I felt someone pulling on my arms. "You can help me find a dress for the gala. I have to look my best being a model." Rachael and I stood up and followed behind her as we went upstairs.
Her closet was massive, every shelve and hanger filled with designer clothes. "You make me seem more broke than I actually am." Rachael said in awe.
I laughed and went to grab one of her dresses along with Rachael. It was a black mermaid dress with ruffles at the top and a slit that went to her mid-thigh. "I wore that last year."
"Of course, you did." I rolled my eyes. "How about, you show us your options." She nodded and me and Rachael left the closet. We went over to her bed, and I slipped my suit jacket off. "So, how long have you known Serene?" I asked.
"For about a year. We're on and off fuck buddies." I nodded. A year on and off... Serene's got the hots for her, and I couldn't blame her. "How about you?"
"We've been best friends since eighth grade. So, sixteen years." She nodded. "Do you like her? Serene."
She chuckled and pulled her hair behind her ear nervously. "I-"
"Okay..." Serene walked out in a stunning, sparkling emerald, green dress with a high split. "This?"
"No. Next." Rachael and I said at the same time. She rolled her eyes and began to take off the dress as she walked back inside of the closet.
"So, what were you saying?" I said once she was gone.
"I don't know... She means a lot to me though. She can just be very confusing sometimes."
"I understand. As her best friend I'm just going to say it. If you hurt her, I'll destroy you; even though she's usually the heartbreaker." I gave her a smile and she laughed it off.
Serene walked back out in a black mermaid long dress with a high split. Her cleavage was shown off perfectly and she had on black gloves that went up to her elbows. "How are you changing so fast?" Rachael questioned.
"I'm like flash in this bitch." She flipped her hair behind her neck with a smile.
Racheal and I both laughed. "Pretty but not the one."
"You guys are so fucking complicated." She whined and walked back into the closet, causing Rachael and I to giggle.
We sat in silence and waited for her to come back out. She was taking longer than usual, and I was getting bored laying on her bed. "Serene hurry your fat ass up!" Racheal yelled.
"Please. I'm going to die laying here waiting for you." I sat up and groaned.
"Alright, alright. How about this?" She walked out and twirled. She had on a beautiful velvet royal blue dress with a high spilt. The neck was straight, and she had another pair of matching gloves that reached a bit above her elbows.
Rachael was the first to start clapping then I followed soon behind her. "Absolutely stunning." I spoke.
"Picasso would be honored to draw you." Rachael complimented.
Serene started to blush from Rachael's comment. "Now, all I need is a date." She acted as if Rachael wasn't right in front of her and I could see the disappointment on her face. Serene walked toward her and took her hand. "Wanna be my date sexy?" She wiggled her eyebrows and I grinned.
Rachael rolled her eyes. "Fucking asshole. Of course, I want to go." Serene smiled at her at her before leaning down.
"Oh, wait are you guys..." Their make-out session started to get a bit heated as Rachael laid back. "Okay... I'm going to go now." I ran as fast as possible away from the horny idiots and downstairs to grab my purse. I could already hear loud moans coming from upstairs and I just wanted to puke.
I laughed as I got into my car and set my purse in the passenger seat once more. Thinking about those two got me thinking Alessandro and I's night.
His fingers moved in and out of me at a rapid pace as his tongue lapped up my clit. I bit my lip and arched away from the wall. He used his free hand to pull the top part of my dress down and squeeze my left breast. "You taste so fucking good baby."
I moaned and rode his fingers, my toes curling and my head going back. His fingers still pushing me over the edge he moved up and took one of my breasts in his mouth. He groaned against me, causing me to moan louder. I felt a tightening in my stomach, my walls tightened around his fingers and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as he circled my clit, and I came.
The elevator doors opened, and he grabbed my ass picking me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. I tangled my hands in his hair and kissed him deeply as we walked inside of his penthouse. Setting me back down, our breathing heavy, he backed me up against a wall looking me over like a predator would his prey.
At this point Oliver and my marriage was out of my mind. Alessandro started to slowly unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine. As he went for his belt I stood to my tip toes, grabbed the back of his neck and brought him down for another kiss. His lips were soft yet rough at the same time and he ripped my dress off once his belt was gone.
He moved back from the kiss and looked over my body for the last time. The dress I wore didn't require a bra, so I stood braless and in dark blue lace underwear. "Beautiful." He said with a small smile. He crashed his lips back onto mine and picked me up, pushing me against the wall. His lips moved down to my neck, sucking and biting on the spot. In one swift motion he pushed himself inside of me, my walls tightening around his big size immediately.
I moaned and threw my head back in pure bliss. He thrusted in and out of me at fast pace and I dug my nails into his neck. "F- fuck." I tightened around him as he starts to fuck me harder, spreading his legs a bit. The pain and the pleasure made this moment all so much more memorable.
His body felt warm against mine and it engulfed me. The sexual pleasure I felt was more than any man on this earth had given me; it was intense, overwhelming even. He grabbed my legs, angling them to have more space, and started thrusting into me mercilessly. "Fuck. You feel so fucking good." He groaned at the feeling of me pulling at his hair. I moved his head from the crook of my neck and smashed my lips onto his.
I moaned into the kiss, feeling myself pulse around his cock. He moaned only turning me on even more and I scratched at his back. "Sandro." I moaned as I came. My nails dug so deep into his skin I knew it would leave a mark, but he didn't complain. He looked down at me with hungry, lustful eyes. I looked down between us to see his cock covered in my juices.
"I'm going to fuck you so good until you can't breathe." My legs now back around his waist as he carried me to the living room, and I set my head on his shoulder. Was I terrified that he was going to break me? Absolutely. But I wanted him to ruin me. I want him to turn me into his perfect mess. He set me down and turned me around so I was facing a window. "And I want as many people as possible to see."
He pushed me up against the glass and I could feel his mouth make a path of kisses along my back. This was by far the most harsh, powerful and hedonism intercourse I'd ever indulge in with anyone. The touch of his hands on my body brought me immense pleasure. I felt him rub his tip over my entrance, whining a wiggled my ass and pushed back to feel him inside of me already.
He slapped my ass hard and I moaned pitifully, he raised his eyebrows in amusement. "You like that don't you whore." His hand met my left cheek hard.
"Yes... I like it so-" I was cut off by my own moans when he slammed into me with so much force. My body jerked with every movement and my moans grew louder. He grabbed a hold of one of my breasts and squeezed it while using his other hand to push my ass back on his hips, meeting his thrusts.
He threw his head back his hands now back on my hips. "Fuck." He moaned and squeezed my ass. We looked at each other through the mirror for a split second then I looked away, closing my eyes. "Look at me, Athena." A hard thrust caused my eyes to shoot back open and I moaned as he pushed me further onto the window.
I put a hand behind me and touched his abdomen to get him to slow down but he just pinned it against my lower back. It was becoming too much, and I tightened around his cock, my pussy throbbing around his big dick. "I- I'm gonna c- come." My hands balled into fists tightly.
"Come darling. Come around my dick." I let out a scream, pushed back against him and moved to my tip toes. This orgasm came over me like a tsunami; so much force I thought I'd pass out. Alessandro ne
ver stopped thrusting into me, not even as I was riding out my release, until he came inside of me. "You look so pretty when you come. My pretty little whore."
Chapter 6
Why does my life have to be so complicated? I work my ass off but I still have to with not knowing what I want in my personal life.
I want to experience a night like the one I did six months ago. But Oliver doesn't like getting tattoos, he doesn't want to stay up all night and entertain me in any way and I'm almost one-hundred percent positive he isn't what I'm into sexual wise.
I grabbed my purse and briefcase before getting out of the car. "I love you so much, Oliver Smith." I took a deep breath, ridding Alessandro of my mind, and walked inside. Oliver was sitting on the sofa already dressed watching TV.
I gave him a kiss on the cheek before going upstairs and showering. I honestly didn't know why we needed to go to a store when I have plenty of dresses here. After showering I changed into black shorts, a rolling stones hoodie and slipped on red Jordan 1's.
"Are you-" Oliver walked in and once he saw what I was wearing he furrowed his brows. "You know that paparazzi will probably be around, right?" I nodded. "Do you want to be posted on the blogs alongside me?"
I sighed and pulled my hair into a ponytail, leaving a few strands out. "Yes Oliver. I feel comfortable in this and I'm not going to walk around like you every day." As usual he wore brown trousers and a blue button-up shirt, his blond hair jelled back.
"Like me?"
I grabbed my wallet and tucked it into my hoodie as I walked past him. "Never mind. We're just going shopping and I don't think it really matters what I wear."
"Are you saying I dress like a high-class person?" We walked downstairs and he went to grab his keys.
"No, not at all. You just dress the same every day." I shrugged and walked to the car.
"Because I like to look presentable. Why are you wearing basic clothes like that when you could wear designer?" He said as he shut his door. He started to pull out with an angry look on his face.
"Sometimes I would like to look like a normal person. Can we not argue and just enjoy our time together? Please?"
"It seems like that's all we do but sure." I leaned back in my seat and stared out the window. Petty arguments between us became a routine. I'd say, do or wear something he didn't like and we'd argue for a minute before he'd decide to leave.
The ride was long and filled with an awkward silence between us. Oliver was right though, paparazzi was standing right outside of the luxurious store and snapping photos of another couple. I pulled my hoodie over my head before getting out of the car and walking beside Oliver.
Usually, they'd ask about Oliver and his company so when I heard mine and Brinda's name's being said I was surprised. Oliver removed his hand from my lower back, probably out of spite, and I smiled.
"Will you get Mr. Dubois charged and time in prison?"
"Are you going to put Bella on the stand?"
"Do you think Mrs. Dubois is lying about her alleged rape from her husband?"
"Will Mrs. Dubois let Bella see her father?"
They all asked questions that legally I wasn't allowed to answer and that were also stupid. I used my hand to cover my eyes from the flashing lights and grabbed Oliver's with my other. When we walked inside the sounds of people speaking and camera's clicking was cut off.
The store was massive; it was dimly lit, diamond marble floors, chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and walls, with open doorways, that held shelves with all types of different items. As we walked past a few purses I had to push down the urge to grab a few unneeded Birkin bags. Oliver went over to a glass counter full of diamonds while I walked over to a dress that caught my eye.
It was satin red with spaghetti straps and a slit that would go up to my hip. It was simple and looked like something I'd wear to prom instead of an award gala. I walked over to another dress and felt on the fabric. It was off the shoulder and, from how it fit on the mannikin, it wouldn't show much cleavage.
I smiled at it, pleased with how it felt in my hands, and walked over to where the cashier and Oliver stood, laughing their heads off. "Your husband is the funniest!" The cashier said with a huge smile. She was taller and slenderer than I was. Her breast was just the right size and her face resembled a model. Her dark blond hair was neatly trimmed just above her shoulders.
"I'm sure he is." I gave her a small fake smile.
She cleared her throat before speaking. "What can I help you with?" I showed her to the dress and went back to the register while she went to the back. Phoebe, the cashier, came back out with my dress in a garment back.
I paid for my dress while Oliver held it. "Have a nice night!" She yelled as we walked away, Oliver saying it back. It was pretty late so paparazzi had left by the time we were walking to our car. He hung my dress up in the backseat before getting in. I knew he was still upset about the paparazzi thing, but I found myself not really caring, instead thinking about Alessandro.
Ever since seeing and talking to him it's been harder to stop thinking about him. I hate to admit it, but I miss him, his touch, his groans, moans, grunts. The way he spoke to me as he fucked me brainless, his soft lips, and the way his skin felt on mine.
With Oliver the sex was pretty good at first but as the years of us being together grew the sex didn't. He started getting to his release before me and even if I didn't, he'd still stop and go straight to sleep. He didn't stay up with me just to talk about anything.
That one night with Alessandro he gave me more than my husband ever did. After we were both finished, he didn't fall asleep instead we took a shower together and laughed. Alessandro held me as I fell asleep, something my husband has only done once. The next morning, he made me breakfast and gave me Advil to help with my hangover. I hated comparing the two, but I couldn't help it.
Neither of us spoke to each other as we got out of the car. I took my dress upstairs and hung it up in the closet. Oliver stayed downstairs and went to his office, I never went in with him because he'd always say I was distracting him. I stripped of my clothes and laid in the bed wearing simple black silk satin shorts and a black lace bra.
My phone lit up, signaling that I had gotten a notification. I turned over and grabbed my phone.
Unknown
I miss you.
I furrowed my eyebrows at the message and sat up on my headboard.
Me
Who is this?
Unknown
Alessandro.
Me
How did you get my business number?
Alessandro
I saw it on your ad. I'm not that kind of stalker promise.
I smiled before responding.
Me
So, you're a stalker?
Alessandro
Your very personal stalker.
When I didn't respond he messaged me again.
Alessandro
Now like I said, I miss you.
Me
You barely know me.
Alessandro
I know enough.
Me
The only thing you know is how my body feels and looks like.
Alessandro
I know your favorite color is purple, that you are terrified of dolphins, you absolutely despise Burger King, you love lilies because of the book It Ends With Us and much more.
Me
You remember everything I told you after six months?
Alessandro
Every single thing. Big or small. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since that night. I know you haven't been able to stop thinking about me either.
Me
Your confident.
Alessandro
Very.
I haven't thought about you since that night.
Alessandro
The way you were squeezing your thighs together tells me otherwise. You're also messaging me back.
Me
I'm not allowed to miss you. I'm a married woman who had a one-night stand.
Alessandro
A one-night stand you can't get out of your head. I want to see you, hear you, feel you.
Me
I can't do this to Oliver.
Alessandro
I don't give a fuck about your husband darling.
Alessandro's number popped up on my screen, although I knew I shouldn't have, I answered it hesitantly. "Alessandro."
"Athena." He spoke, his voice low and deep. "You know, I still remember every detail from that night." He said after a moment of silence, my breathing slightly growing heavier. "What are you wearing, Athena."
I let out a shaky breath and said, "A lace bra and shorts."
"You were wearing your hair straight down and you had little make-up on. You were wearing a beautiful black dress that hugged your body too well." I bit my lip at the way he described my appearance. "I remember how good your breasts felt in my hands, how you tasted on my tongue. How you begged for more, how loud you'd scream when your orgasmed, how you'd moan my name every time."
I shouldn't do this. I really shouldn't do this. My hand slid down inside of my shorts as he continued to speak. "I remember how you looked so damn good with your back arched and your ass in the air." My breathing grew heavier as I moved my fingers in and out of me. "You looked even better on top of me, riding me and using me. Are you touching yourself right now, Athena?"
"N- no." My mouth fell agape, and a quiet moan slipped past my lips.
"How are you touching yourself?"
"I- I'm moving my fingers in and out." Another moan came out and I arched my back a bit, speeding up my pace.
"Are you close?" I hummed in response and bit my lip. "Hold it."
I whined in protest. "I c- can't." With my eyes closed I moaned a bit louder, trying not to disturb Oliver. "Please."
I heard him groan lowly. "Go ahead." I had to put the phone down to muffle the moan as I came. I wasn't upset because I did it, I enjoyed every bit of it. I was upset because I didn't regret it. I wanted this to happen again no matter how much I wanted to deny it.
I put the phone back to my ear, breathing hard. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
"I didn't say that."
"That muffled moan of yours did." I rolled my eyes. "Goodnight darling. I'll see you soon."
"Goodnight, Alessandro." I hung up and set my phone down, quickly running into the bathroom. I washed my hands hurriedly, hearing Oliver's footsteps clearer as he grew closer. I moved back into the bedroom, got under the sheets and acted as if I had just gotten off of my phone.
Oliver
went to the closet and came back out, now dressed in just his boxers. I kept my back to him, and he turned over, so he was facing me. "Goodnight, Athena."
"Goodnight, Oliver." I bit my nail with a small smile. Even over the phone he still has a huge effect on me, an effect my husband doesn't have.
Chapter 7
Brinda's court date was set to the twenty-fifth, a week from now. We were both grateful and relieved that her case made it to court we even celebrated over a glass of champagne. When I told Oliver the good news, we had celebratory sex. I couldn't help but feel like I was, once again, stepping out on my marriage. I didn't want Oliver to be under me I wanted Alessandro. He was the only person I could think of while having sex with my husband.
I hadn't even spoken to him since that night, although he's been asking to see me. I've been dodging him with the 'I'm busy' excuse each time. I want to see him, so so badly, and that's the exact reason why I won't. I've already crossed a boundary because of what happened last night, and I can't go any further than that. Not again. Stay faithful, I'd tell myself whenever I'd want to call him.
I was getting ready for the lunch with Oliver's mom and to say I was dreading it was an understatement. Oliver's mom has hated my guts ever since we started dating and I learned to hate her as well. In the beginning, I wanted nothing more than to live up to her standards of the kind of woman she wants for her son but now I could care less for that rude bitch.
I put it off for a few days but Oliver's mom for some odd reason really wanted to see me. Knowing she hated most of the non-business clothing I wore, I put on a mocha mini skirt that fit tight on my hips and a tie back beige lace bustier. Pairing the outfit with ankle wrap heels, I grabbed my Saint Laurent handbag and walked downstairs. "Athena hurry! We're going to be late."
"I'm ready, I'm ready gosh." Oliver rolled his eyes once he saw what I was wearing. He wore a dark blue long-sleeve t-shirt with a button up underneath and grey suit pants, his blonde hair still gelled back.
"You know my mom doesn't like it when you wear stuff like that."
"Your mom is a bitch." I said and walked out to the car.
"She has never disrespected you, so I won't allow you to disrespect her."
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "She literally called me a whore the last time we saw her in front of you and you did nothing." I got into the car just as he did.
"She hasn't said a rude thing about you since."
"That's because I haven't seen her ass since." I fixed the hem of my top and pulled my skirt down a bit. "Why does she want to see me if she doesn't like me?"
"She does like you."
"Yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night." Oliver was such a mommy's boy; he kissed his mom's ass every time we saw her. He'd just disregard her disrespecting me, which she does every chance she gets. At least my parents were mature enough to not like Oliver behind his back.
We drove to a very fancy and expensive restaurant, something about his mom was that she never was the type of person to go to regular place for lunch she had to choose the most high-class place to eat. We stepped out of the car and as I was fixing my skirt Oliver's mom ran over to him and hugged him tightly.
"My dear! I've missed you so much!" She beamed as if she never sees him. I stood there looking awkward until she finally looked over at me. "Athena." She said rather bitterly.
"Mrs. Smith." I gave her a fake smile. She never allowed me to call her mom even after I had married her son.
Looking back at her son with the most genuine smile she said, "Let's go eat, yes?" He nodded, walking beside her and raising his eyebrows at me signaling for me to behave. I rolled my eyes. We walked into a booth and there was another woman sitting there. She was a decent height, brown hair blue eyes and a gorgeous face structure. She stood with a smile and held her arms out.
"Oliver! It's been so long." She said as she hugged him. She came over to me and hugged me as well. "Athene, is it? I've heard much about you. I'm Katie."
"Oliver's ex." Oliver's mother interjected with a petty smile.
"Ah, well I haven't heard much about you. And its Athena." She moved to sit beside Emily, Oliver's mother, as I sat beside him. A waiter came over as soon as we were situated. "What can I get you?"
"Just a water, please." Katie said.
"I'll have gluten free chicken salad with a water." Emily said afterwards.
"I'd like your steak and a glass of wine." I said, knowing this dinner was going to be terrible. Emily raised her eyebrows and looked over the visible part of my body.
"Don't you think you should get something... different?" Oliver leaned over in my ear to whisper that he agreed. The waiter, who was a young brunette, looked over at Emily and discreetly rolled her eyes before looking back at me.
"I assure you; the steak will be delicious. How about you sir?"
"Rainbow persimmon salad with a water as well. Thank you." She gave a fake smile before walking off and mumbling something under her breath.
"So, Oliver, how have you been?" Katie asked with way too much enthusiasm.
"Good, how about you?" The waiter came back over and gave us all our drinks and I took a sip from my wine.
"Great." She looked over at me. "You've hit the jackpot with this one."
"Yes, I have." I said, looking over at Oliver and kissing him quickly. "So, how did you guys meet?"
"Oh God, that's a long story." She sat straighter. "Well, we met in high school, and I know this sounds cliche, but he bumped into me, and after that he asked me out."
"High school? What year?"
"Tenth, I'm sure. We broke up around eleventh because..." She paused, looking ashamed. "Just the wrong time for us."
There was a moment of silence before Emily cleared her throat. "Well, that is all in the past now. I'm so glad to see you two reconciling." I internally scoffed.
"So, Athene, how does it feel to be married to the Oliver?" She asked all too interested.
I chuckled and responded, "Great and it's Athena, with an a. He treats me amazing and I couldn't be more grateful to be married to him." I smiled probably over-doing it. I felt Oliver kiss my cheek and I put my hand in his.
"You guys are so cute! And my apologies." I didn't miss how Emily rolled her eyes.
"How about you Emily? Seeing anyone?" Oliver asked way to intrigued.
"No, not at the moment. No one's really... caught my interest." Her eyes focused on Oliver's and he stared right back. If you're going to eye fuck her at least have enough respect to not do it in front of me.
I cleared my throat, Oliver's head snapping into my direction. "Sorry, baby." He kissed my cheek once more. I took a sip from my wine as the waiter came with all of our meals. She set them down and asked if I needed a refill for my wine, which I of course accepted.
As we ate everyone was silent, exchanging words of how good the food was every once in a while. Emily was the first to speak, "So, Athena, how is the case going?"
Surprised by her sudden interest in me at all, I set my fork and knife down. "Um, it's going great. I think we have a real shot at winning."
"You think?" She questioned.
"Positive." I smiled trying to hide my annoyance.
"Isn't Mr. Dubois's lawyer better than you? You don't think he'll use his connections to win?" I was taking a sip of my wine and almost choked when I heard her.
"Mr. Dubois's lawyer is not 'better' than me. I've won plenty more cases than he has; the only reason he may seem better than me is because he's won more awards he didn't deserve. Plus, connections aren't really a thing in court unless your playing the illegal way." I said, the annoyance in my voice rising. And Oliver says his mother respects me, lies.
I sighed and excused myself to the bathroom, every time I was around that woman, she made it her mission to insult me. I pulled my phone out of my purse and saw I had a few messages from Serene but a message that caught my eye specifically was Alessandro's.
Alessandro
My love. How are you?
I blushed at the text before responding.
Me
I'm fine. How are you?
He responded almost two seconds later.
Alessandro
Im in a better mood now that I'm talking to you. When can I see you again?
Me
I see, eager to text me. I don't know, I'm still married Alessandro.
Alessandro
Always. Athena how many times do I have to tell you; your husband can go fuck himself.
Me
As you've told me plenty of times.
Alessandro
I'll keep telling you until you get it through that pretty little head of yours.
Me
Are you working right now?
Alessandro
Yes.
Me
Oh. I'll talk to you later then.
Alessandro
Later tonight. You'll talk to me later tonight.
Me
Sure.
I put my phone back into my purse and left the bathroom, trying my best to hide my smile. The rest of the dinner was me fourth wheeling to Katie, Oliver and Emily. I didn't really mind though; my mind was elsewhere as they spoke. When he said later tonight did that mean he was going to be at the award gala? Oh God that would be terrible.
"It was nice meeting you, Athena." She said, finally getting my name right.
"You as well, Katy." I smiled, being petty. As she tried to tell me the right way to pronounce it, I started walking off and dropped the fake smile. Oliver hugged Katie and his mom once more before getting in as well.
"Did you have to be disrespectful?"
"I wasn't being disrespectful. Your mother was."
"How? And what about the fact you purposely said Katie's name wrong.
"Katy said my name wrong plenty of times, I didn't hear you correct her."
"Because you did."
"Okay, Oliver." I said, not wanting to argue with him anymore.
"Please say what's on your mind. You know I hate it when you do that."
"Well, I hate it when you allow your mother to disrespects. I hate when you sit there and do absolutely nothing about it." I said, not making eye contact with him.
"I don't do anything because you handle it." His voice started to rise.
"Clearly I don't 'handle it' if she continues to speak to me the way she does. I don't want to argue about this, right now. We have a gala to attend in a few hours and I don't want to show up in a bad mood."
He sighed annoyingly but kept quiet thankfully. My phone started making notification sounds and I pulled it out of my purse, forgetting to text Serene back.
Serene
How was the lunch?
Me
Terrible. How was your day?
Serene
Great actually. Rachael and I just got done finding her dress. Now back to you, what did she insult you with now.
Me
Awe, you guys seem close. She told me that Mr. Dubois's lawyer was better than me, basically saying he had more of a chance to win.
Serene
Ugh! I hate that bitch with a strong passion. Let me guess, Oliver sat there doing nothing.
Me
As per usual. His ex, Katy or Kaite was there. Mispronounced my name a bunch of times.
Serene
Yeah, already don't like her. I have to talk to you later... I'm busy.
I laughed, making Oliver look over at me. "Why are you laughing?"
"No reason it was just Serene." I said, slightly annoyed. I couldn't wait to see Serene and Racheal together tonight. They seemed really close but knowing Serene she'd deny her feelings till the day she died. We pulled into the driveway and I didn't waste a minute in getting out and going upstairs, knowing he'd go to his office as he always did when he was upset.
After a few hours Oliver was waiting downstairs for me as I got ready. Usually, I hated going to these things and just asked him to get my award for me but the feeling that Alessandro would be there got me excited. I know I'm married and I know it's wrong to have an attraction or pull towards another man but I can't help it.
Alessandro is embedded in my brain more than ever, ever since I saw him again after six months. It was also wrong of me to hope he'd be there but again I couldn't help it. I wanted to see him again and knowing he wanted to see me as well made me even happier.
I looked at myself in the body-length mirror and checked my body out. I had on the dress I'd pick at that store with clear stilettos, light make-up that included lip gloss and a bit of foundation and my hair had been curled and combed. As I walked downstairs, my white clutch in hand, Oliver didn't spare me as much as a glance before turning and walking to the limo.
"I'm sorry." I apologized as we sat. "I shouldn't get annoyed with your mom and I shouldn't have been petty towards Katie."
He sighed, finally looking up from his phone and looking at me. "Thank you. You look nice tonight."
"Thank you." I smiled. Him complimenting me didn't feel good anymore; it felt forced. There was still a bit of tension as we drove but once we were at the gala all of our problems disappeared and we were happy. We stepped out into the flickering camera's; questions being asked to both of us but neither of us responding.
Serene was beside me and motioned for me to come over, "I'll be back." I whispered to Oliver before walking to where her and Rachael were. "My baby. Rachael." I greeted them both.
"Hi, Athena. Good seeing you again."
"You as well." I said as we posed for our pictures; Serene in the middle, Racheal to her right and me to her left. Rachael wore a long black dress that had split mid-thigh with spaghetti straps. Her hair was curled, just like Serene's, and she had light makeup on.
"Is that Katie or Katy?" Serene asked, nodding in Oliver's direction. I rolled my eyes at the sight of my husband and Katie taking photos together, his hand on her waist and hers on his chest. He doesn't hold me like that anymore.
"That's Katie. The ex." I sighed, diverting my attention away from them and back to the camera's.
"Your husband's a prick. I'm not the type of person to encourage infidelity but he's an acceptation." Rachael said with a smile.
Their probably just trying to catch up on old times, I thought to myself. Looking back at them they looked like a nice couple, fit for each other. A lot of the cameras started moving away from taking pictures of the two and went to the black SUV that had pulled in.
Chapter 8
Alessandro. He wore black slacks, a tight black dress shirt that hugged his muscles too well. He got out of the car with a serious look, fixing the cuffs of his shirt. "I think your opportunity to be petty just arrived." I heard Serene say and Rachael hum in agreement.
After a minute of me staring and him not looking he finally did. His silver orbs staring right into mine with a smirk. He walked right past my husband, ignoring the dirty look and the people asking questions, and stalked over to me. "Fuck, fuck he's coming." I said, looking back over at Serene and Rachael.
"Just act normal dummy." Serene said.
"Act normal, Athena. Don't embarrass-" Rachael started but cut herself off. I could feel him standing behind me and that alone sent chills throughout my body. "We'll be inside. Alessandro." Rachael said, taking Serene, who wanted to stay and be nosey, with her.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked at him. "Athena." Oh, fuck. Why does he have to say my name like that?
"Alessandro." I said back. He wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me closer to him.
"You look breathtaking tonight." My breath had caught in my throat as his hand moved behind me and lower, resting on the top of my ass.
"You look handsome. Did you bring a date?" I asked, putting a hand on his chest and turning a bit.
"I didn't. But you brought your pathetic husband." I smiled at his jealousy.
"We're married. Of course we were going to come together." His hand moved back around to my waist and he squeezed it. My panties were most definitely soaked now.
"It seems like he came with someone else. Someone that is not as beautiful as you, of course." I looked back over at Oliver and Katie and pursed my lips. "Shall we head inside?" I looked back at him then back at Oliver before nodding.
I picked my dress up a bit and he held his hand on my waist, not caring that anyone would have found that inappropriate. The gala was packed with egotistical men and uptight women, all either married or bringing their mistresses. Alessandro handed me a glass of champagne and put his hand back on my waist.
This, him and I standing here looking like a couple, I liked it. Him just being near me made me feel beautiful, no matter how many times Oliver may degrade me. "Athena?" Speak of the devil.
I turned around, Alessandro's hand still on my waist, and smiled at Katie. "Oliver. I was just waiting for you to be done with your photos." Alessandro, ever so slightly, pulled me closer to him and his grip tightened.
Katie greeted me before holding her hand out to Alessandro, who looked at it then back at her. I wanted to laugh but contained it and remained professional. "Alessandro." Oliver said bitterly.
"Olivia." He was making it really hard not to piss my husband off because all I wanted to do was laugh right now.
"Oliver." He corrected. "Athena, let's go. I want you to meet some people." I was about to leave Alessandro, but he pulled me back.
"I'll see you later, Alessandro." I said and he pulled my hand up to his mouth, kissing it. Oliver and I walked away from him, but I could feel his eyes looking all over my body. We met a few of his work colleagues, only few of them being women, and I was so uncomfortable.
One of the men had been eyeing me up and down with a small smile and a desire in his eyes. Thankfully, his wife came back and he looked at her with that same desire. "Can we go sit? Your friends are weird, and I don't want to meet any more of them." I mumbled and took a sip of my champagne.
"Why? They've all been polite to you and you don't even care to engage in conversation?"
"I have talked to all of them. The one that was just here looked like he wanted to rip me apart, just like the rest of them."
He scoffed. "Your conceited."
It hurt, him telling me I think to highly of myself hurt. "Okay, Olivia." I said back, not regretting it as I would have a few months back. "I'm going to sit at our table since I think too highly of myself."
I ignored anything he had to say and replaced my glass with a new one as I walked over. Fucking hate this gala already. I just want to hopefully get my award and go to bed or distract myself with work. Serene and Rachael were at the bar looking like a couple and I didn't want to ruin that with my drama.
"Leave him." I heard him say. I knew it was him just by his bluntness.
I sighed, "Please, not right now Alessandro. I'm not in the mood."
"It took everything in me not to kill him. Athena, you deserve better." He moved his chair closer to me and put his hand on my thigh.
"Marriages aren't always pretty."
"He doesn't respect you." That shut me up. It felt true-- it is true-- he doesn't respect me as a person or a woman.
I was about to respond but was cut off by an announcer, "Can everyone please be seated?" The woman on stage said. I shook Alessandro's hand off as Oliver came to sit, Katie sitting next to him. "I hope everyone's night is going okay. Before we start, I'd like to give applause to Alessandro Sinclair for donating to the American Cancer Society." Everyone started clapping, including me and excluding Oliver, and he just gave them a small smile.
Alessandro kept his hand on the back of my chair. "Alright. Now to get into the awards, first off we have Michael Waters..." I usually just zone out until I hear my name being called, which isn't as much as I'd like. I took a sip of my champagne, almost choking on it when I felt a hand move to my inner thigh.
"Are you alright?" Oliver asked and I hummed in response. Alessandro had a smirk on his face as he slowly moved his hand up. Any other time I would have told him no but why not just get this tension with him over with. Deep down I knew it would only make it stronger, but I wanted it, this.
I opened my legs more, giving him access and I could feel his hand cup my pussy. I tried keeping my composure, but he started to rub my clit through the thin fabric and my breathing got heavier. "Are you alright?" Alessandro mocked, scoffing and moving my underwear to the side. No one noticed that I was getting fingered, not even Oliver but probably because his attention was on Katie.
"Dumbass." He put a finger in and my breathing hitched. "He doesn't even notice that I'm fingering his wife because his attention is elsewhere." His fingers started picking up the pace the more annoyed he got.
"Alessandro..." I whispered, "Please shut up and go faster." He smiled, looking down at my tattooed hand on his wrist.
"Yes ma'am." I put my head down and closed my eyes while he used his thumb to circle my clit. He kept his eyes straight ahead as if he didn't have me about to fall out of my seat. I let out a small gasp when he put another two fingers inside, his face now angry at the sound of Katie's giggles and Oliver's chuckles. My walls tightened around his fingers while he used his thumb to stimulate my clit.
Alessandro circled my clit at the same quick pace of his fingers, causing my legs to quiver slightly. "When you go home tonight," He leaned over and whispered into my ear, "I want you to think about this. I want you to think about my fingers inside of you whenever your husband touches you." He whispered lowly, slowing down the pace of his fingers and thumb, edging me on just as I was about to come. He pulled his hand away from my pussy and moved my underwear back in place.
I looked up at him, speechless and annoyed, as he licked his fingers. "Just as good as I remember." He groaned, his fingers that were covered in my wetness still in his mouth, and all I wanted was to fuck him right here on this table.
"Fuck you." I mumbled, fixing my dress and sitting back in my chair and he just laughed. I was so sexually frustrated right now that every time I heard a laugh coming from Katie, I wanted to rip my hair from its roots. After a few more names, Alessandro got called.
Everyone started clapping for him as he walked up to the stage. He took the award for best and most powerful company in Atlanta proudly. "Usually, I'd just get up here and say thank you then go about running the best company." Everyone laughed while Oliver scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I'll still be doing that, but I'd like to say thank you to my butterfly." He said looking directly at me.
"I guess you could say she's been a real inspiration." Everyone started 'ohing' and looking around. "I won't say anything about her until she's comfortable, but I'd like her to know that she means a lot to me, and I'd have anything for her to be up here with me." I blushed as everyone clapped and asked who she was, but he ignored them and came to sit beside me again.
He set a hand on my thigh again and squeezed it. When Alessandro won four more awards Oliver was overly Jealous, I was proud of him of course. When Oliver was saying goodbye to Katie, I tried to kiss Alessandro on his cheek bye, but he grabbed me by neck and kissed my lips.
He dominated my lips, bruising them in the most pleasurable way. He pulled back and said, "I want to feel your lips on mine not my fucking cheek. Got it?" I nodded leaning in for more, but he pulled back. "Words."
"Yes, okay, I got it." He smirked looking down at my lips, his thumb brushing against the bottom one, just like that night. We kissed a bit more and he left a few love bites on my neck, but they were easy to hide. We were behind the building having a heavy make-out session when I got a text from Oliver asking where I am.
"I have to go." I smiled, placing my phone back into my clutch purse. He groaned, kissing on my neck and I tilted my head to the side.
He placed on more kiss to my lips before straightening his posture. "When can I see you again?"
"I don't know." I moved my hair over my shoulders to hide his marks.
"I don't want you to hide my marks." He moved my hair from my shoulders and brushed his fingers along the hickey's.
I rolled my eyes. "Too bad. I'll see you soon." I grabbed the back of his neck and put my tongue in his mouth as I kissed him. I liked his lips they were soft; I liked his hands as well they made me feel good about myself.
"See you soon butterfly." He said once we parted.
"See you soon Alessandro." I was about to kiss his cheek but remembered what he said so kissed his lips quickly. As I walked away, I felt his hand connect with my ass harshly, making me laugh. "Fuck." He said readjusting his crotch area.
On the way home Oliver was blabbering on and on about Katie and her modeling career but I tuned out of it, thinking about Alessandro. I didn't want to hear Oliver talking about how he is so proud of his ex, especially since I almost never hear him
praise me in that way. So instead, I thought of Alessandro and what it would feel like to be in a car with him, hearing him praise me and not some other woman.
I liked the feeling. A lot.
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