Chapter 12 A Dream
Morning light was already beginning to spill into the room.
Mia sat wrapped in the sheets, hair messy and cheeks warm from lack of sleep. She let out a small, weary sigh, rubbing her lower back with one hand as a faint ache reminded her of everything that happened last night.
She shot Alexander a sleepy, helpless look before mumbling under her breath, “Always lying… every night telling me ‘one last time’… the entire night again and again… and now it’s already morning…”
Alexander ignored her grumbling.
He rose from the bed and moved behind her, pulling her back into his chest. His arms wrapped around her waist, holding her firmly. He buried his face against her shoulder, his lips brushing her skin—soft, lingering—like he couldn’t bear being even a breath away from her.
He kept touching her. Rubbing her waist, tracing down her hips, brushing slow circles along her thighs. His fingers drifted over her skin repeatedly.
He lifted his head, brushing her hair aside so he could see her face clearly. His eyes softened, dipping lower as his voice turned warm and husky. “How do you feel down there?”
“Mr. Graves—” Mia tightened the sheet around her chest instantly, her whole body tensing. “I can’t do it again!”
Alexander’s lips pulled into a slow, knowing smile, the kind that made her heartbeat stumble. “Alright,” he murmured, amusement glinting in his eyes. “Then let me put some medicine on you. It’ll make you feel better.”
He slipped out of the bed in one smooth motion, the mattress dipping as he stood. Crossing the room, he pulled open the drawer, fingers searching before he found a small tube. When he returned, he dropped to his knees in front of her.
“Let me apply it for you,” he said, voice low as his hands reached gently for her thighs, encouraging them to part.
Mia’s face burned instantly. She jerked forward, snatching the tube from his hand and clutching it to her chest like a shield. “I… I’ll do it myself,” she whispered, her voice tiny and trembling, shame and defiance flickering across her eyes as she looked at him.
Alexander’s expression softened, almost tender, though a dark heat lingered in his eyes. “Alright,” he said, his voice husky and rough as his hand brushed lightly over her knee.
He licked his lips, eyes tracing the curve of her covered center beneath the bedsheet, waiting, patient and hungry. “You can apply it yourself,” he murmured. “I’ll watch.”
Her cheeks burned hotter at his words. Hesitantly, Mia handed the tube back to him. “Okay… then you apply it,” she stammered, shame twisting her words.
Alexander’s face lit up, a satisfied grin spreading across his sharp features.
He took the tube from her, his fingers brushing hers in that fleeting spark that always made her pulse stutter. He unscrewed the cap, the soft click echoing in the quiet room. His hand slid down her thighs, parting them.
He pushed the bedsheet aside, letting it tumble to the floor, leaving her bare and exposed to him. He positioned himself between her legs, eyes dark, drinking in every inch of her. His fingers traced the curve of her thighs before slipping closer.
But instead of applying the medicine, his lips found her skin, and he began to lick her.
First, a soft brush, a tentative press against the sensitive nub that made her shiver.
He tilted his head, tongue darting out, tracing a path that sent warmth flooding through her.
He lingered at spots that made her back arch instinctively, letting his tongue flick over her, tasting, exploring, claiming.
Her hands shot to his shoulders, fingers gripping him as her breath hitched in short, uneven bursts. Each inhale was shaky, trembling with need.
“Ah…” She whispered breathlessly, “Mr. Graves… you said you were just going to apply the medicine!”
She writhed slightly against him, hips pressing involuntarily, her moans soft at first, then growing deeper, urgent, spilling from her as his mouth worked over her, relentless. “Mmmmhh…”
He lifted his head just enough to meet her gaze, his eyes dark and heated. “Yes… but you’re not ready yet. If I leave you like this, the medicine won’t work properly. You’ll still feel pain,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her skin.
Then, with a sudden swipe of his tongue, he trailed it over her delicate nub.
His words came out in low, rough gasps, “Don’t worry…
I won’t penetrate you.” His lips parted slightly, a flicker of his tongue brushing over her sensitive spot again.
“I’m just going to lick you,” he murmured, pressing his body close, his lips grazing her flesh.
“To ease your pain before applying medicine.”
And then, his mouth found her heat once again, licking her hungrily.
He held her firmly, one hand cupping her hip, the other sliding along her thigh to steady her, keeping her exactly where he wanted.
Every lick, every press of his lips, drew a low, hungry sound from her, her body pressing closer, bending over him as though she could melt into his skin.
The room was filled with the sound of her moans, the soft scrape of sheets under him, and the wet, intimate motion of his tongue as he devoured her, utterly absorbed in her.
Hours later, after his hunger had been sated, he finally leaned in and applied the ointment, her body still tingling and spent, his fingers moving with careful, gentle precision, tracing her skin with a possessive tenderness.
Hours later, Alexander lay on his back on the bed, eyes fixed on the bathroom. The glass was turned transparent, but she had no idea. Watching Mia lather herself and step under the shower, his lips curved into a faint, predatory smile.
His hand twitched involuntarily, fingers curling as if to pull her close.
He had promised himself—not to touch her again until tonight—but the temptation gnawed at him relentlessly.
He stayed rooted in place, chest rising and falling with controlled breaths, eyes locked on her, captivated by the hypnotic, intoxicating scene before him.
His phone rang, breaking the spell. With a barely audible sigh, Alexander lazily picked up, his gaze never leaving the bathroom as Mia rubbed soap from her shoulders. A small, wicked smile tugged at his lips as he imagined having his hands on her again.
“Mr. Graves? You didn’t come to the office today?” came Allen’s voice, tinged with unease.
“Yeah… I was busy. I won’t be coming in today,” Alexander replied flatly, tone lazy, indifferent, his thumb hovering near the hang-up button.
A pause. “Mr. Graves, it’s something important. Maybe I can come to your house to discuss it?”
“No need. Whatever it is, I’m not handling business today,” Alexander said dismissively, already sliding out of the bed, the muscles in his legs tensing as he prepared to enter the bathroom. His eyes followed Mia’s every movement, heart rate quickening under the surface.
“Mr. Graves—it’s about Mrs. Graves!” Allen’s voice cracked, panic slicing through the calm.
Alexander’s thumb froze mid-air, then slowly returned to the receiver. His body stiffened, spine straightening, every nerve alert. “What is it?” he demanded.
Allen answered quietly. “The night before yesterday… Mrs. Graves was kidnapped. She wasn’t alone. James Sinclair was with her. They were taken together… and there was a gun involved.”
Alexander’s eyes widened, chest heaving as a red haze of fury clouded his vision. “Why the fuck wasn’t I informed immediately? Didn’t she go to the mall that day? How the hell did this happen without me knowing?” His fists clenched, nails digging into his palms.
Allen’s voice tightened. “It happened in Max’s parking lot.
There were fewer cameras… the kidnappers found a blind spot.
That’s why no alert reached us. The kidnapping only lasted a few hours.
I only found out a few minutes ago, when I got an alert that Mrs. Sinclair had been admitted to the hospital that night. ”
“She was at a fucking hospital?” Alexander’s hand tightened around the phone, nails digging into his palm.
The urge to throw the phone, to physically lash out, surged through him.
His eyes darted toward the shower, then back to the ceiling, chest rising and falling rapidly as he fought to contain the storm inside him.
“Yes… but don’t worry, Mr. Graves,” Alan said quickly, sensing the storm ready to break. “She wasn’t injured. Just fainted from shock. No physical injuries on her body.”
Alexander’s eyes snapped toward the bathroom, scanning Mia’s form under the shower.
His body went stiff and taut, every muscle locking instinctively as his eyes scanned her from head to toe, searching for even the slightest sign of harm.
Relief washed over him just slightly when he saw nothing—no bruises, no cuts—but his chest was still tight, his jaw clenched, and his voice low and dangerous.
“Tell me everything. Right now. Every detail.”
Allen spoke quickly, words tumbling out as Alexander listened with clenched fists.
“It was Mr. Sinclair’s business that got targeted.
He offended them over a deal that he backed out of at the last minute.
That angered the other party. They hired some underworld men to teach him a lesson.
I got news that Mr. Sinclair handled it—beat them up, got arrested briefly for injuring one of them seriously. ”
“What did they do to Mia?” Alexander’s voice was a sharp whisper, trembling with barely contained rage. His body remained locked, tense.
Allen hesitated, then continued. “It wasn’t good, that’s why I called. I managed to get a video—thought you’d want to see it. But…” His voice dropped. “It might upset you.”
A notification pinged on Alexander’s phone. Without a word, he opened the video.
Alexander’s thumb hovered over the phone, eyes narrowing. He opened the video, and instantly his blood ran cold.