Chapter 9 ~ Alexander #2
I cast my eyes over in Isabella's direction again. She has her head close to Sebastian’s and they are laughing quietly in a hushed conversation.
Why he has the ability to make her laugh is beyond me.
The guy never talks to people, let alone puts himself out there to be the center of attention, but that’s exactly what he did by dragging her out of the room in front of everyone, yapping about some powder, which she found hilarious.
Sebastian has his hand on hers and a deep growl rumbles from my chest, drawing his attention. He quickly removes his hand from hers, snapping his head in my direction.
I'm not one for sharing my toys, and it burns my insides just like the whiskey churning in my stomach. What the hell is happening in this house tonight?
I don’t like this feeling of jealousy that is crawling up my spine.
My mother is chatting away, totally engrossed in an animated conversation with her mother across the table, oblivious that her son is stepping all over my territory.
Possession scalds my chest and I want to smash his face into his plate and watch the blood pour out of his broken nose.
Not taking my eyes off them, I reach for my drink and take another swallow.
For the first time since I’ve been introduced to Isabella, her features are relaxed, giving her a softness I haven't noticed before. Of course, I've been stalking her like a predator and scared the shit out of her.
Sebastian's heated stare catches me over the table as he flips his napkin to place it over his lap. For some reason, he's undertaking the job of being her protector. But that won't last when I get her into my home. She won't have anyone to protect her from me.
I curve my lips in a half-smile and raise my drink, tipping it in his direction.
Enjoy tonight, fucker, because after this evening it's hands-off.
Dinner conversation proceeds as per the usual humdrum fashion, chitchat about this and that.
My father and Mr. Gallo are in a deep conversation about an upcoming investment in New York.
I should be paying attention since I will be attending that meeting, but I'm still staring at Isabella and Sebastian.
There is an adamant conversation going on between Christopher and Rebekah, and it appears the two of them are getting along. As a result, I'm still staring at Isabella, trying to figure out what the fuck the big deal about her is.
Is it the point that she outright defied me?
It might have to do with the fact that she shows no interest in me at all, which is something I have never experienced before.
I attract women who scramble over themselves to get closer to me in hopes of receiving what only I can provide.
As I swallow another sip of my drink, I take a closer look at her, concentrating on her in an attempt to find an answer.
Rebekah's hand glides up my leg and she massages it up and down, forcing me out of my thoughts. I cough and turn to face the table. Everyone is talking or eating, and no one notices her wandering hand. She is inching closer to my dick and I can't help it. I start to get semi-hard.
She slides her body a little closer to me and her hot hand begins to stroke me through my slacks, causing the zipper to bite into my dick.
That little nip of pain mixed with pleasure makes me throb and her breath hitches, as I grow larger in her hand.
Just then, she laughs at something Chris says and grips me tight, making my cock jump.
I stifled a groan and put my hand on top of hers, squeezing my cock hard and giving it a couple of pumps with our combined pressure.
Everything inside me wants to pull down my zipper and have her hot little palm wrapped around my heavy cock.
But I can’t do it. I push her hand off my dick, ending her little game, and I look up once again at Isabella.
She intrigues me for some reason. Maybe it is the fact that she made herself unattainable to me that has me so messed up that I just blew my chance at a handy.
I watch her closely; she is poking at her meal but not eating it. My mother is trying to encourage her, but all she does is smile shyly and move her food around her plate.
Sebastian keeps leaning over and whispering in her ear every once in a while. You can see her smile or giggle at something that he says. It stings that not once has she looked at me all evening without being forced while I cannot keep my eyes off of her.
Rebecca leans into my shoulder once again, quietly whispering in my ear.
"Sorry for my sister's rude entrance. I can't believe she dismissed you like that."
As she rubs her hand from my bicep to my elbow, I turn my head, glaring down at her over my shoulder.
The bitch won't take no for an answer. A few hours ago, I would have tapped that ass without a second thought, letting her finish what she started with her hand.
I still can't believe I pushed her hand away. What the hell is wrong with me?
"She didn't dismiss me." I grunt at her, "My brother took her. I got her back."
Clearing her throat lightly, she leans in further, pressing the heat of her breast into the crook of my arm. The soft swell pushes up and I want to press my mouth to the tempting globe and sink my teeth into it, leaving my mark. Fuck!
"Yes, well, I can see that you have. But just so you know, I'm here if you need anything. Anything at all."
She looks up at me through her lashes. "Isabella has had her fair share of problems. If you ever need me, I'll be right here." She flutters her eyelashes, giving me a sheepish smile as if she's an innocent virgin.
She turns her attention back to Chris, and I look from her to Isabella and then back at her. The fact that she's trying to fuck me with her sister at the same table is starting to disgust me.
'Pot black much Alex?
Not two seconds ago, she had my dick in her hands and I almost let her finish me off. Since when have I developed a sexual moral code? I fuck who and where I want? It's like my brain forgot in the last few hours that my dick belongs to me and I can shove it in any pussy I want.
The question is, why am I even trying to get her attention?
I could just marry the woman and continue to live at the club.
I can fuck Carla whenever I want. She can paint her pictures and show up at events when I need her at my side.
I can still fulfill my responsibilities to my father and the organization.
It could be a marriage formed mostly out of convenience, for me mainly.
The only problem with that is that my father will kill me, and the way my mother has taken her under her wing, she'd be next in line.
Almost everybody has a fondness for the girl, except her family.
Her family appears to merely want to get rid of her.
From what I can tell this far, there isn't much love lost there.
Dinner is winding down. Maria is removing the plates now, and still, Isabella hasn’t looked my way.
She lifts her face just enough to respond to Sebastian while they talk, but then right back to staring at the table.
The sadistic bastard in me likes that I scared the shit out of her, but a small part of me wants her to look at me, just once on her own.
"We have coffee and dessert ready in the sitting room if everyone would like to follow me.
" My father stands immediately and walks over to my mother, pulling out her chair for her. He places her hand on his arm and leads the way. Mr. Gallo follows my father’s example.
Christopher stands, helps Rebekah out of her seat, and makes his way to the door.
That just leaves the three of us still sitting at the table. Isabella’s face is turning crimson. Sebastian swivels his head my way and his eyes narrow as he places his napkin beside his plate.
I'll concede just this once.
"If you'll both excuse me, I’ll meet you both in there." I stand, lay my napkin gently on the table, and turn to head out the door.
For some reason, I don’t feel like vying for her attention when she doesn’t want to give it. I’m not some puppy whining to be played with. He can be her hero tonight because once the ring is on her finger, she has to face me on her own sooner or later.