Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
EDWARD
I step out of the jet and make my way to the car that is waiting on the tarmac, Claude opens the door for me. “Good evening, Mr. Prescott.” He smiles.
“Hello, Claude, miss me?” I get into the car.
Amusement flashes across his face. “As always, sir.” He gets behind the wheel and we begin to make our way home.
Claude has been my driver for eight years, he used to travel with me everywhere until he met a woman here in France and got married.
He stays here now and is only with me when I’m back in the country.
We drive through the night and weave through the traffic as I stare out the window. My mind is a whirl of activity, what would happen if I went to Alora’s house right now…would she let me in? Would she kiss me and hold me in her arms?
Would she let me taste her…?
I get a visual of her naked and beneath me.
Buried so deep inside her body, I readjust myself in my pants as my erection becomes painful.
I chew my lip as I stare out the window, something’s got to give here.
This can’t go on.
For every second of every minute of every hour since I saw Alora on Friday, I’ve been hard, my cock has been throbbing like a broken appendix and begging for attention. She’s all I can think about, consuming me like an addiction.
Her face floats through my mind like an apparition, taunting me with things I can’t have.
Things that only she can deliver.
There’s no denying it, Alora Sorenson has something that feeds the darkness inside of me. Her raw sexuality is like a drug that my body can smell, and the fact that she doesn’t want me only makes the hunter in me more desperate to take her.
To own her.
I imagine dragging her down to her knees by her hair…. Throb…throb….
I tip my head back against the seat as I ride the wave of arousal.
I’ve never jerked off so much in my fucking life.
“Miss Hermione is at your place, sir.” His eyes flick up to meet mine in the rearview mirror.
What?
“I thought she was in Switzerland.”
“She’s surprising you, sir.” He gives me a stifled smile. “Act surprised.”
I exhale heavily and drag my gaze back out the window, fucking great…. This is all I need tonight. I was looking forward to a week on my own.
I have a much-anticipated date with my right hand tonight, a rough hard ride with Alora’s open mouth in my mind.
Ughh…. I drag my gaze out the window in disgust, what the fuck is wrong with me? Can you even hear yourself?
I would rather jerk off while thinking about someone that I can’t have, rather than have actual sex with a woman who loves me.
A sweet, beautiful woman who worships the ground that I walk on. A woman I wish to god could fuck me the way I need to be fucked. As much as she tries she just can’t fill the needs that I have.
What kind of man does that make me?
I drag my hand down my face, just when I think I can’t be any more fucked up than I already am…. Alora Sorenson walks back into my life and makes me question everything that I’ve worked so hard for.
I get a vision of her naked, her legs open wide…calling to me on another level.
I close my eyes as I fight myself over this primal attraction. She’s all I fucking think about.
Stop.
Stop it right now.
I am well aware that if I’m not careful I’m about to fuck everything up for a woman who I know I couldn’t have a relationship with.
We would never work in the real world, I’m too strong…the need to control her is already consuming me in a very unhealthy way.
Rein it in.
THREE DAYS LATER.
I pant, my hips rise from the bed and I moan as I swipe Alora’s hair back from her face. Wet with perspiration, my two hands in her hair, I ride her beautiful mouth.
Deeper…harder.
I tip my head back as her teeth slide over the head of my cock and I moan deeply as I come hard down her throat. My cock jerks violently.
“What are you doing?” A voice interrupts me.
My eyes snap open as I pant, disoriented, I look around the room.
Where am I?
My chest is heaving as I struggle to catch my breath, my cock weeping the last of ejaculate as it drips from my body.
“What’s wrong?” Hermione asks from beside me in bed.
I close my eyes in disgust.
Fuck….
“Bad dream,” I pant as I climb out of bed.
“Are you okay?” she whispers.
“I’m fine.” I get up. “Go back to sleep, I’m going downstairs to get a drink.”
“Do you need anything?” she asks.
Alora.
She snuggles back into the blankets and closes her eyes and I stare at her in the darkness, disgusted by my thoughts.
If only you were her.
ALORA
A huge wave of splashing water flies in the wake of the truck. “So.” Helene glances over her cocktail at me. “Do you miss Pascal?”
We sit at the window bench, watching the rain come down outside, it’s Wednesday and we’re drinking on a school night.
“Yeah.” I chew my lip as I go over the last two weeks. “Lately, these last few days, I’ve been wondering if I did the right thing.”
“You haven’t heard from him at all?”
“No, and—” I shake my head, “—I’m not expecting to anytime soon.”
“Hmm.” She’s listening and deep in thought. “But is it him you miss or just having someone? I mean is it him or the thought of him?”
“Honestly—” I shrug, “—I don’t even know anymore.”
“Have you heard from Edward?”
“Nope.”
“Hmm.” She narrows her eyes. “So you broke up with your boyfriend for another guy but then he hasn’t even called.”
“No.” I cut her off. “I broke up with my boyfriend because I realized that my feelings for him weren’t what they were supposed to be.”
“Because seeing Edward again made you realize that.”
“This sounds worse when I hear it out loud.” I let out a deep sigh. “God, Helene, why am I such a fuckup?”
“You’re not a fuckup.”
“He’s off and in love with his princess and hasn’t thought of me again once.”
“Hmm.” She sips her drink. “Which obviously sucks.”
“Obviously,” I agree. “I can’t deny, it does.”
“Anyway, who cares about men? Fuck them all, I say.”
I give a weak smile. “Yeah, sounds like a plan.”
“Wait a minute.” She frowns. “I thought we’re supposed to be talking about what we’re filming for socials tomorrow.”
“Isn’t that what we’re doing?” I giggle and sip my cocktail.
“Not quite.” We sit in silence for a while and the thought of going home alone tonight is depressing.
The truth is that I’m at a time in my life where I want it all. To be so in love that I can’t see straight, to be with someone who sets my heart and body on fire. Who loves me back just as hard.
Edward….
A fleeting vision of him flashes through my mind like a spell.
Not really there but holds the possibility of magic.
Unfortunately, I know that this spell hasn’t taken. It’s not coming true, just someone sent to test my ideals of reality. A glitch in my moral compass, he’s in love with another woman and I can’t pretend it doesn’t hurt that my feelings for him aren’t reciprocated.
“I thought we had something,” I murmur.
She nods as she listens. “I’m sorry.”
“Meh.” I shrug, resigned to my fate. “Fuck them all.”
“Yeah, can we actually start doing that?” She sips her drink. “Let’s go to a swingers party on Saturday night or something.”
I giggle. “Umm…. Let’s not.”
“Ugh, boring. Are we going home, then?”
“Yes.” We drag ourselves up and pay the bill, and arm in arm under an umbrella, toddle down the street to the taxi stand where a long line of cabs is waiting. “Thank you for always listening to my crap.” I pull her into a hug. “Love you.”
“Crap just happens to be my favorite subject.” She squeezes me. “Love you more.”
I climb into the back of the cab and wave as it pulls out onto the road. The thought of a cold bed waiting for me is depressing.
Home time…. Alone.
EDWARD
ONE WEEK LATER.
The office door opens. “Edward.”
I stand, walk in, and sit down.
Paul smiles as he looks me over from behind his desk. “You look well. I haven’t seen you for a long time.”
I nod as I clasp my hands together. I hate this fucking shit, remind me why I come here again?
“So.” He swings on his chair as his eyes hold mine. “I’m assuming something is going on.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Well.” He opens his notepad. “You requested an urgent appointment and flew to London especially to see me.” He adjusts his pen so he’s ready to write.
“I was already coming to London,” I lie.
“Okay.” He smiles. “Tell me, how are things progressing in your world?”
“Good.” I clench my hands together harder.
“Are you still with your girlfriend?”
I nod.
“You’ve been with her a while now.”
“Yes.”
“How long, exactly?”
I shrug. “Over twelve months.”
“How is she?”
“She’s perfect.”
“The way you say she’s perfect makes me think that you are not.”
I pick my fingernail to evade his gaze.
“How are things within your relationship?”
“Strained.”
“I see. Have you had a fight or an incident?”
“Nothing like that.” I sigh. “Actually, you are to blame for this problem.”
“Me?” He frowns. “How am I responsible for a problem of yours?”
“Well, you made me go to that stupid club in Switzerland way back.”
“Oh.” His eyes light up. “Yes, I remember. What about it?”
“I ran into her.”
“Ahh.” He swings on his chair as if fascinated. “If I remember correctly, you tried to find her after you returned from Switzerland.”
“Yes.” I roll my lips as uneasiness falls over me.
“How was it, seeing her again?”
I wring my hands together. “Good.”
“Just good?”
I exhale, disappointed in myself. “Too good.”
“It’s still there between you?” He scribbles something down on his notepad. “What is her name?”
“Alora.”
“What happened when you and Alora saw each other?”
I puff air into my cheeks. “I stole her for a moment away from her partner and took her upstairs and we kissed.”
“Okay.” He watches me as he listens. “So she is also in a relationship?”
“Yes.”
“Married?”
“No.”
“Have you seen her since?”
“I have.”
“What happened?”
“I was mentoring her.” I shrug. “Strictly professional, of course.”
“May I ask, if you wanted to remain strictly professional, why you would offer to mentor someone that you are sexually attracted to?”