Chapter 10 Quench My Hunger #2
Alexander’s expression softened slightly, a faint, teasing smile curving his lips, undeterred. He took her wrist gently, lowering it to his lips and pressing a trail of heated kisses along her arm, up to her shoulder, and finally back to hers.
Mia pushed him lightly, voice trembling with urgency and desire. “Mr. Graves! Not here in the elevator!” Her cheeks flamed crimson.
“What are you afraid of?” Alexander murmured, slipping his hands to cradle the back of her head, keeping her pressed close. “We’re married, Mia.”
Mia’s lips pressed into a thin line. “It’s not a real marriage yet.”
Alexander’s expression darkened instantly, jaw tightening, disbelief flashing across his face. He stepped back, eyes never leaving hers, before storming out of the elevator without another word.
Mia remained behind, pulse hammering in her chest. She rushed to follow him but paused, glancing at the elevator cameras. Her lips parted as a small, urgent whisper escaped. “Mr. Graves… maybe we should get those cameras checked… make sure those videos of you kissing me are deleted.”
Without waiting for a response, she followed him into the office, her steps quick and uneven. “Mr. Graves… we haven’t even had—”
Alexander stopped abruptly, spinning to face her. She stumbled, almost colliding with his chest, and he caught her by the shoulders, holding her steady. His eyes dark, intense, piercing. “What do you mean?”
Mia hesitated, voice trembling slightly. “I mean… we shouldn’t kiss… at the office. It’s not—?”
Alexander’s dark gaze swept over her, the heat in his dark eyes making her shiver. “A kiss?” His voice dropped low, thick with desire. “Didn’t you enjoy it?”
Mia blinked, taken aback, a shiver running through her. His voice sounded so intense, so intimate, that it made her pulse quicken.
Alexander stepped closer, lowering his voice to a growl. “Every night, when I fuck you in my bed, I see your face. Every time I kiss you… I feel how much you enjoy it. And I know exactly how much you enjoyed the one I just gave you in the elevator.”
Mia’s hands flew up to cover her flushed face, a mix of mortification and desire. “Mr. Graves… stop talking about it!”
She spun around quickly, intent on leaving the office, but Alexander caught her wrist before she could take another step. In one swift motion, he pulled her back and pinned her against his desk, his body closing in on hers, his breath warm against her cheek.
“I love every kiss I place on you,” he growled. His eyes dragged down her curves, hungry, unhurried. “Everywhere my mouth touches… I love it.” His voice deepened. “And I want more.”
He lifted the hand resting on her hip, dragging it upward with agonizing slowness. His fingers traced the curve of her waist… skimmed the side of her breast… and slid higher, brushing the fabric deliberately. Mia’s breath hitched; her chest rose and fell shakily.
“It doesn’t matter,” Alexander murmured, voice low, rough, and dangerously controlled. “It doesn’t matter what you think—whether you believe our marriage is real or not. Your thoughts don’t change a damn thing.”
His fingers curled tightly against her ribs, pulling her closer as he leaned in, his breath brushing her cheek, warm enough to make her knees weaken.
“But don’t ever,” he whispered, each word sharp as a blade, “fucking think about telling anyone that what we have isn’t real.”
He stepped forward, closing the tiny space between their bodies until her back pressed harder into the desk behind her. His eyes, dark and intense behind his glasses, held her like iron shackles.
“Every moment you’re in my bed, you’re mine.” His voice dropped, heavy with heat. “Every time I touch you… every time I want you—” he leaned lower, his lips grazing the shell of her ear, “—I want you thinking about nothing except how you’re going to breathe the next time I make you moan my name.”
He caged her completely, palms flat on the desk on either side of her hips, his arms forming a barrier she couldn’t slip through. His forehead hovered a whisper away from hers, his scent, his warmth, his presence overwhelming her senses.
“Stop thinking about useless things,” he murmured, his breath brushing her lips. “Because you’re never getting out of my grasp ever again.”
Her whole body trembled; her heart pounded so violently it felt like it echoed in the silent office. She tried to look away, but his shadow fell over her, pulling her gaze right back to him.
“And,” he added, quiet and dangerous, “don’t even think about looking up that fanfiction. Do you understand?”
Mia’s eyes flew wide open, shock ripping through her. ‘How did he know I was thinking about that?!’
She swallowed hard, lips parting—but no words came out. She didn’t dare say anything. One wrong word and she knew she’d get herself into deeper trouble.
Alexander finally stepped back, straightening his posture as if nothing had happened. “Let’s go have lunch now,” he said casually, like he hadn’t just set her entire nervous system on fire.
He paused, letting his gaze trail slowly down her body, hunger darkening his eyes.
“You can eat first…” His lips curved into a sinful smirk. “And then I’ll eat you.”
Electricity shot through Mia so violently she nearly jolted. Panic slammed into her chest. “No—I have to send an urgent mail!” she blurted, scrambling away from him so fast she almost tripped.
She rushed out of the room like her life depended on it.
Alexander watched her flee, lips twitching in pure amusement.
As she darted out the door, Allen stepped in and nearly collided with her. He stared after her, confused, then turned to Alexander.
“Mr. Graves—this is the file Mrs. Graves brought for you,” he said, handing the folder over.
Alexander didn’t even look at it. He tossed it onto the desk like it weighed nothing.
“Mr. Graves,” Allen continued, checking his tab, “are you still having that meeting with Janet today?”
Alexander’s expression iced over instantly. “I won’t be meeting any woman privately. You will handle it.”
Allen blinked. “But Mr. Graves, your mother said—”
“I am a married man, Allen.” His voice was icy, final. “I don’t care what my mother or anyone else expects of me. I'm not meeting privately with any woman who isn’t my wife.”
His eyes met Allen’s, indifferent and unwavering.
“You will attend the meeting. And cancel that damn contract for good.”
Allen nodded.
“It’s already been cancelled, Mr. Graves,” he explained. “Months ago. All legal procedures are done. Miss Goodwin signed it, and we compensated her.”
Alexander gave a short, stiff nod. “Good. Book the private room. Take lawyers. Make it clear she has no connection to me anymore. She is not allowed inside my house again.” His eyes narrowed with cold finality. “Then inform my mother her request is completed. Don’t mention whether I went or not.”
“Yes, Mr. Graves,” Allen said.
Alexander sat down and leveled a stare at him. “Allen?”
“Yes, Mr. Graves?”
“Why are you still single?”
Allen froze. Completely. His soul briefly left his body.
It took everything in him not to scream it out loud: ‘Sir, you’re a 48-hour job squeezed into 24. I don’t even have time to blink, let alone date! How am I supposed to date when you drain every minute of my existence?’
Alexander’s mind replayed the elevator gossip. ‘I’ve heard rumors that Allen and Mr. Graves are… together. Someone even wrote a romantic fanfiction about them.’
His expression twisted in annoyance.
“From now on,” Alexander declared, voice clipped, “your duties also include getting into a relationship and getting married within this year.”
Allen’s mouth dropped open.
“If you fail,” Alexander added calmly, “I will replace you with another secretary.”
“…Sir—WHAT?”
***
Mia lay on her stomach, wrapped in blankets like a burrito. Her face was half buried in the pillow as she stared intensely at the chapter she’d just opened.
Across the top of the screen was the title:
‘The CEO and His Handsome Secretary’
She was quietly reading, the soft glow of her phone lighting her face. Her lips were slightly parted in concentration, her brows gently pinched as her eyes traced each word—
‘Mr. Graves stepped closer to the trembling man. “You’re my secretary, Allen. Your job is to serve me. So serve me properly,” he said, placing a hand over Allen’s head, forcing him to his knees. Then he unzipped his pants and pulled out his—’
A shadow suddenly fell on her.
Before she could even inhale, a tall figure appeared inches in front of her.
Mia gasped, the phone slipping in her hand, and she scrambled back against the headboard. Her heart lurched when she recognized the familiar pair of sharp, immaculate, tailored pants right in front of her.
Alexander stepped closer to the bed, watching her every movement.
Her heartbeat thudded so hard it almost echoed in her ears. She hadn’t heard the door. Hadn’t felt the air shift. He was just—there, all of a sudden.
The moment she tried to retreat further, he climbed onto the mattress after her. The bed dipped under his weight.
Her breath caught.
He advanced immediately, following her retreat with silent, predatory precision. His knees sank into the mattress on either side of her legs, closing her in like a trap. His presence engulfed the air—warm, overwhelming, and suffocating in the most intense way.
He looked down at her with heavy eyes that burned.
“What were you doing?” he asked softly, the low timbre of his voice brushing over her skin.
Mia’s fingers flew behind her automatically, shoving the phone under the bedsheet. Her shoulders stiffened, and her lashes fluttered anxiously.
“Nothing—I was just… nothing at all,” she stammered, her voice small.
Alexander leaned in even closer. The space between them felt heavy, charged.
His hand lifted, moving slowly from her cheek down the curve of her neck. His touch was warm, sending shivers running down her spine. His thumb brushed the pulse point on her throat, lingering on the frantic beat.