Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
I’ve been tossing and turning all night. Part of me expected Alfie to show up. And a big part of me wanted him to. Which turned into self-hate, because I’ve never been the type of girl to sit around and wait for a man before.
I roll over and look at the time on my phone.
It’s two in the morning. I’m going to end up with bags under my eyes.
I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night, and now, I’m losing sleep again.
At least last night, I felt good while losing sleep.
There’s something about having a man like Alfie use your body.
He didn’t just fuck me. He… worshiped me.
He made wringing pleasure out of my body his sole purpose, and his own pleasure second.
It’s the kind of sex I’m never going to be able to forget and spend the rest of my life chasing, because how can I go back to ordinary sex now? Damn him.
“Argh.” My fist slams into the mattress before the sound of the door unlocking has me stilling. And then I’m jumping out of bed as quietly as I can and reaching for the gun I keep in the nightstand. Because I’m not going to let myself be taken without a fight.
My heart races as I listen. The door opens and closes, and then footsteps get louder the closer they get to the bedroom.
With a shaky hand, I aim the gun at the door. As it pushes open, I pull the trigger. My arm jerks at the movement before I hear him.
“What the fuck are you shooting me for?” Alfie’s voice sounds amused as he walks into the room. “And where the fuck did you get that from?” He leans down, plucks the gun from my still shaky hand, and places it on the nightstand.
More footsteps pound behind him, and I look past Alfie as two burly men come running in, weapons drawn. Alfie turns, blocking me from the newcomers’ view.
“I’m fine,” he says. And then I hear them leaving. Alfie spins in my direction again. He bends and picks me up. “Why are you on the floor?”
“What are you doing here? I could have killed you, you idiot.” I hit his chest with my palm as he places me on the bed.
“You’d need to learn how to aim properly first, sweetheart. Now, answer my questions?”
I pause, trying to recall what he asked me.
“I was shooting at you because you’re breaking into my hotel room and I didn’t know who it was.
I got the gun from a store like every other American does, and I was on the floor because I figured I’d be less expected to be there when the assailant walked in.
I mean, someone breaking into a hotel room in the middle of the night is going to expect their target to be in the bed. Right?”
Alfie smiles. “You’re fucking smart, you know that?”
“I know,” I tell him, because I am.
“Why do you have a gun?”
“Why do you have one?” I counter. “And, holy shit, Alfie. What happened to your face?” I reach up to touch his cheek but then pull my hand back. He’s got a line of stitches across the skin there.
“I have weapons because I have a dangerous job. And this… is just a scratch,” he says.
“There’re about ten stitches in your cheek. That’s not nothing,” I tell him.
“Why do you need a gun, Molly?” he asks again.
I move backwards on the bed, leaning against the headboard.
“I’m a billionaire, Alfie. That makes me a target for a lot of people.
” I shrug like it’s not a big deal. “I got my first death threat the day it went public that I had made my first billion,” I tell him.
“That’s when I decided I wasn’t going to go down without a fighting chance, so I got a gun. ”
His face hardens. “You get death threats?”
I nod. “Every now and then.”
“You should have security,” he says. “I can arrange for some guys to go back with you when you leave Vegas.”
I smirk. “Oh, I have a feeling I’ll be here for a little longer. I came to this city to achieve something. I’m not leaving until I get what I came for.”
Alfie smirks. “You know I’m never going to let you take over my city.”
“We’ll see.”
He shakes his head. “Why do you want Vegas anyway? You have a monopoly in just about every major city in this country.”
“And London, Sydney… Oh, and I’m also currently building in the UAE and Singapore.”
“I know your accomplishments, Molly.”
“Well, did all your research about me tell you that I don’t quit?”
“It told me that you’re tenacious, incredibly brilliant, beautiful—although the photos pale in comparison to seeing you in person.”
“Flattery might get you into my panties. It will not get you into my head or my business.”
“Well, it’s a good thing I only want in your panties then.” He shrugs.
“How’d you really get those stitches?”
“You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you,” he says.
“Try me.”
“I was… interrogating a Russian pimp and his head exploded. A piece of his skull embedded itself in my cheek.”
I blink. “You’re right. Most people wouldn’t believe you. But I do.”
“You do?”
I nod. I don’t know why, but I know he’s not lying, and I’m still sitting here. “Why were you talking to him?”
“He was selling drugs in one of my clubs.”
“And you don’t like drugs?” I question.
“Personally? Never touch them. But that’s not it. I don’t allow other people to sell on the Strip because that’s our territory. It’s where we sell,” he says.
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because you need to know the type of people you’re up against in your attempt to buy your way in.”
“I’m not scared of you.” I straighten my shoulders. It’s probably a stupid thing to say. He’s just admitted to being a drug dealer, a… killer?
“I don’t kill women, Molly,” he says as if reading my mind. “You don’t have to fear me. That doesn’t mean I won’t find another way to get you out of my city.”
“I’ve changed my mind.”
“About the properties?”
“No, about Saturday night. I’m going to need your mother’s number so I can be paired with your brother instead. He was much nicer to me.”
Alfie’s eye twitches. “It’s funny you think that’s a choice you get to make. You either come with me, or not at all.”
“Ah, but you see, I saw your mother and your father last night and I think she likes me enough to let me pick. She even invited me to have dinner with them.”
“That’s just her southern hospitality, and you did make a very generous donation to a cause she cares deeply about.”
My eyes flick to my phone. It’s almost three now. I really am going to look like shit if I don’t get some sleep. “Is there a reason you’re here?” I ask Alfie.
“I wanted to see you.”
“Why?”
“I… I don’t know,” he admits.
“It’s three in the morning, Alfie. I need to sleep,” I tell him.
“So, you don’t want me to fuck you until you pass out?” He quirks a curious brow.
Do I want that? Yes, I do. But I should say no. I should make him leave. “You just told me you want me out of your city. Now you want to fuck me?”
“The two things are not connected.”
“The two things are connected to me.” I laugh.
“Molly, either I’m going to have my face buried between your legs in the next two minutes, or you’re going to be on your knees with your mouth full of my cock. Your choice.”
Holy fucking shit. Well, when he puts it like that, I know what I want. And the answer is both. “I have a counter offer.”
“Of course you do. What is it?”
“Clause 69: I sit on your face, while I have my mouth full of your cock.” I raise a brow right back at him.
“You have yourself a deal, Miss Olive.” He stands and unbuttons his shirt. Then he undoes his trousers, shoving them down to his ankles. I’ve already stripped my shirt and panties off by the time he lies on the bed.
Without hesitation, I position myself on top of him, my pussy over his face. I grip the base of his cock in my hand and lick the precum from the tip. Humming as I close my mouth over just the top and suck.
“Fuck me,” Alfie grunts and then a hand comes down on my ass before I feel his tongue swipe through my pussy.
Sucking him deeper into my mouth, I concentrate on pleasuring him, even as an orgasm is already building within me. I want to make him feel as good as he makes me feel. I want to be as unforgettable as he is.
I feel the sting of his palm on my ass again and the pleasure that quickly follows it. His cock plops out of my mouth.
“Harder,” I moan as he brings his hand down on me again, and again, while his tongue laps at my clit.
I can’t control the orgasm that tears through me. I scream out his name as I collapse over him. A few seconds later, his tongue still licking me, I remember his cock is right in front of my face and I return my focus to pleasuring him.