9. The Morning After
Chapter nine
The Morning After
E llie
I wake up slowly, the soft sheets warm against my skin, but the second I blink my eyes open, it hits me like a wave. I’m not a virgin anymore.
I lie there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, my heart racing as the memories from last night flood back. The feel of Alexander’s hands on my skin, his body pressing into mine, the way he made me feel… Fuck. I turn my head slightly, seeing him still asleep beside me, his arm draped across his chest, his dark hair tousled in a way that makes him look almost boyish.
I carefully slip out of bed, my body still a little sore but in the best way possible. I need to pee. Badly. I pad over to the bathroom, wincing as I feel the lingering ache between my legs. It’s a reminder of last night, of everything that happened.
When I come back, I look around for something to wear, spotting Alexander’s shirt tossed on the floor. I grab it, pulling it over my head, but as soon as I try to button it, I realize there’s no way my boobs are fitting into this thing. It’s too tight, my chest straining against the fabric, and just as I’m fumbling with the buttons, I hear him laugh.
I whip my head around, and sure enough, he’s awake, his eyes half-open, but clearly amused.
“You’re awake,” I mumble, my cheeks flushing as I try to cover myself.
“I am,” he says, his voice still rough with sleep. “And you’re struggling, baby.”
I groan, feeling embarrassed as I toss the shirt aside and jump back into bed. Before I can even settle, his arm is around my waist, pulling me closer until I’m practically lying on top of him.
“Good morning,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my temple.
I laugh softly, nuzzling into his chest. “Good morning.”
We lie there for a moment, and I can’t help but marvel at how comfortable it feels to be with him like this. Like this is normal for us. He tilts my chin up and kisses me, slow and sweet, his lips soft against mine. I let out a little sigh, melting into him, my hands sliding up to tangle in his hair.
After a few minutes, I pull away. “I need to go to my own suite and get my things.”
“We can do that,” he says, his hands sliding lower to rest on my hips. “But I wanted to check in on you after last night.”
I blink up at him, my chest tightening with the softness in his voice. “I’m okay,” I tell him, running my fingers over his jaw. “Don’t worry about me.”
He watches me for a second, then his expression shifts slightly. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” I say, feeling a little nervous but nodding anyway.
“Why did you wait so long?” he asks, his voice gentle, no judgment there—just curiosity.
I bite my lip, thinking about it. “I don’t know… I guess I never really found someone I wanted to sleep with.”
He hums softly, brushing his thumb over my hip. “Well, I’m glad I could be the one.”
I laugh, feeling my cheeks warm again. But then something clicks in my head. “Oh God, I just realized—I should probably go see a gynecologist.”
He raises an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes. “I can take you to get morning after pills today if you want.”
I nod, feeling a little more at ease. “Yeah, that would be good.”
He shifts beneath me, and before I know it, we’re kissing again. His lips are firm and insistent, his hands roaming over my body, making me squirm against him. The heat between us is building fast, and it’s impossible to ignore.
“You’re ravenous,” I tease, pulling back slightly to catch my breath.
“You have no idea,” he growls, his voice low and full of hunger. “Now, can we fuck so we can get ready for the day?”
I feel a rush of excitement and giggle, whispering, “Yes, sir.”
He flips us over in one swift motion, his body covering mine as he kisses me deeply, his hands sliding up my thighs, parting them. I can feel him, hard and ready against me, and it sends a thrill through me. He pauses, looking down at me with those intense blue eyes.
“Is sex the way you thought it would be?” he asks, his voice rough, his cock teasing my entrance.
I shake my head, biting my lip. “No. It’s… better. I could never have imagined how good it feels.”
He smirks, pushing into me slowly, and I let out a soft gasp, my hands clutching his shoulders. It still pinches a little, but the sensation of him inside me—filling me—is overwhelming. He moves gently, his lips brushing over my jaw as he whispers, “That’ll stop after a while. I promise.”
I nod, holding onto him, trusting him with my body. His movements are slow at first, deliberate, and every thrust sends waves of pleasure rippling through me. I moan softly, my nails digging into his skin as he picks up the pace, his hips rocking against mine. The feeling of him inside me, the way his body moves against mine—it’s all-consuming.
“Fuck, Ellie,” he groans, his lips trailing down to my neck, kissing and sucking as he thrusts deeper. “You feel so fucking good.”
I can’t even respond, the words caught in my throat as pleasure builds inside me, tightening low in my belly. His pace quickens, and I can feel the pressure mounting, my body on the edge of something incredible.
I cling to him, my breath coming in short gasps as he drives me closer and closer to release. “Alexander… I’m close.”
“Come for me, baby,” he growls against my ear, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.
That’s all it takes. My body tenses, and then I’m falling apart beneath him, the orgasm crashing over me in waves. I cry out, my legs trembling as he keeps thrusting, his movements deep and purposeful.
He follows me over the edge moments later, his body tensing as he groans, spilling into me. For a second, everything is still, the only sound in the room our ragged breathing. He collapses beside me, pulling me into his arms, and I bury my face in his chest, feeling the aftershocks of pleasure still pulsing through me.
We lie there in silence for a while, our bodies entwined, and I can’t help but smile to myself. This is nothing like what I imagined—it’s so much more. And being here with him like this… it feels right.
“You okay?” he asks, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.
I nod, feeling a sense of peace settle over me. “Yeah. Better than okay.”
He smiles, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Good. Let’s get you cleaned up, and then we’ll head out.”
I laugh softly, feeling a mix of exhaustion and bliss as I curl into him. Today might be the start of something I never expected. But with Alexander, I’m ready to face whatever comes next.
*
The sun is already warm as we step out onto the terrace, the light breeze carrying the scent of fresh flowers and citrus from the gardens below. The view from here is stunning—a sprawling overlook of the city, rooftops and domes stretching out beneath the clear blue sky. It’s breathtaking, and I feel like I’m still in some kind of dream.
The table is set up beautifully, everything laid out like something straight from a movie. The private chef is working away quietly at the outdoor kitchen, and the smell of fresh pastries and coffee drifts over, making my stomach rumble.
Alexander pulls out a chair for me, and I sit, smiling as he takes the seat next to mine. “This is unreal,” I whisper, glancing around the terrace.
“Just wait until you taste the food,” he says, smirking as he picks up his coffee cup.
I sip my own coffee, the rich, dark flavor waking me up fully. It’s a quiet, peaceful morning, the kind where everything feels perfect. There’s no rush, no pressure—just the two of us, sitting here like it’s always been this easy. It’s strange, the way I feel so comfortable around him, despite how fast everything is moving between us.
The chef brings over fresh fruit, flaky croissants, and something that looks like a perfectly cooked omelet. My mouth waters just looking at it, and I waste no time digging in.
Alexander watches me, a small smile playing on his lips. “Good?”
I nod, my mouth full of croissant, and he chuckles, reaching over to brush a crumb off my lip. The gesture feels intimate, and I can’t help but blush a little.
As we’re finishing up breakfast, I hear footsteps approaching. I look up to see Camilla making her way toward us, looking effortlessly chic in a flowy dress and sunglasses perched on her head. She’s all elegance and grace, and I sit up a little straighter as she approaches.
“Good morning!” she says brightly, air-kissing both of us. “I hope you two slept well?”
“We did,” Alexander replies, leaning back in his chair. “It was perfect.”
I nod in agreement, though I’m not sure I trust myself to speak just yet, not after the kind of night we had. Camilla’s sharp eyes flick between us, but she doesn’t comment. Instead, she smiles warmly and says, “Wonderful. After breakfast, I’d love to give you both a tour of the hotel. Show you some of our new additions.”
“That sounds great,” I say, finally finding my voice.
“Oh, and Camilla,” Alexander adds, setting down his coffee cup, “I wanted to ask—where were the tiles in the bathrooms imported from?”
Her face lights up at the question. “Ah, those! They’re from a small artisan shop in Sicily. Hand-painted and absolutely one-of-a-kind. I’ll send you the details, darling. I knew you’d appreciate them.”
He nods, satisfied, and I can’t help but admire the way he manages to talk business so smoothly, even over breakfast. It’s like his mind is always working, always planning, and somehow, it’s sexy as hell.
Camilla turns to me, her smile genuine. “Are you enjoying your stay so far, Ellie?”
“Oh, it’s incredible,” I say, glancing at Alexander before looking back at her. “I’ve never seen anything like this place.”
“Wonderful. We’re very proud of what we’ve built here. I think you’ll love the tour—it’s one of my favorite parts of the property.” She beams, clearly pleased with my response.
After a few more minutes of chatting, Camilla waves over one of the staff to clear the plates. “Take your time finishing breakfast, and then we’ll head out for the tour,” she says, excusing herself with a graceful smile.
I watch her walk away, and as soon as she’s out of earshot, I turn to Alexander. “She’s amazing.”
“She is,” he agrees, though his eyes are locked on me. “But you’re more amazing.”
I roll my eyes, laughing softly. “You don’t have to say that.”
“I’m not just saying it,” he murmurs, leaning closer. “You are.”
I bite my lip, trying to keep my cool, but it’s hard when he looks at me like that, like I’m the only thing in the world that matters. He reaches over, his hand resting on mine, and the simple touch sends a shiver of warmth through me.
We finish breakfast leisurely, the sounds of the city below mixing with the soft clinking of dishes as the staff clears the table. It’s peaceful, but there’s this underlying tension between us—a kind of electric charge that makes my skin buzz.
As we stand to get ready for the tour, Alexander’s hand finds the small of my back, guiding me gently. It’s a simple gesture, but it makes me feel grounded, like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Camilla meets us by the entrance to the terrace, her face lighting up when she sees us. “Shall we begin?” she asks, her excitement infectious.
We nod, and she leads us down a path lined with lush greenery, explaining the history of the hotel as we go. Every detail, from the architecture to the design, is carefully thought out, and I can see why Alexander is so fascinated by this place. It’s luxurious without being ostentatious, elegant without feeling cold.
We walk through the main lobby, the marble floors gleaming under the soft light, and into a private wing that’s been newly renovated. Camilla points out the custom pieces they’ve added, including an exclusive art collection and designer furniture.
“Everything is handcrafted,” she explains, her voice filled with pride. “We want our guests to feel like they’re stepping into a world of luxury, where every detail is curated for them.”
Alexander asks a few more questions, mostly about the construction and materials, and I can see the way his mind is working, already thinking of ways to incorporate these ideas into his own projects.
We move on to the spa area, which is honestly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The entire space feels like an oasis, with serene pools, lush plants, and soft, ambient lighting that makes you feel like you’ve stepped into a different world.
“You’ll have to try out the spa later,” Camilla says, winking at me. “It’s heavenly.”
I smile, already imagining myself relaxing in one of those gorgeous pools. “I might have to.”
By the time we finish the tour, I’m completely in awe of everything. The hotel is a masterpiece, and I can see why it’s such a big deal for them. But more than that, I’m starting to see how Alexander’s world fits into all of this—the luxury, the precision, the attention to detail. It’s all a reflection of him in a way, and it’s making me fall for him even harder.
As we make our way back to the terrace, Alexander leans in close, his lips brushing against my ear. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
I laugh softly, my heart fluttering in my chest. “Yeah, I really am.”
He smiles, and I can see that spark in his eyes—the one that makes everything feel like it’s just the beginning of something incredible.
And I can’t wait to see what happens next.