Chapter 35 Alaric
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
ALARIC
“I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.” -William Shakespeare, Bedouin Song
Ispent the last few days at Celeste’s apartment.
The only time I left her alone was when I had to drop off my report on Director Stevens’s desk.
I thought about leaving my badge and gun along with it but I hesitated and just ended up keeping it.
Luckily, he was in a meeting and I didn’t have to get the third-degree burn.
I know he’s been waiting for me to show my face so he could chew my ass out, and I’m not going to lie and say I wasn’t purposely avoiding it.
Beckett luckily wasn’t caught helping me with finding Celeste and the others.
The last thing I wanted was for him to lose his job for my rash decisions.
He looked up from his desk and noticed me leaving Stevens's office, but, instead of coming over to me, he gave me a slight nod of acknowledgment. I knew he would reach out once I left or when he got off. He could tell that I wanted out of there as soon as possible and wasn’t going to bring unwanted attention.
The office was like you were back in high school.
Nothing but gossip and nosey Special Agents trying to figure out why their boss had lost his cool like a fucking mad man.
I could see some of them patiently waiting to see when my position opens up so they can scramble at the opportunity.
They don’t really give a shit about the people, well some of them do, but the majority of them just want the pay bump and the shiny title.
Before leaving, I also noticed Monroe wasn’t at her desk. I did think it’s too early for her to come back, considering it’s only been a few days of being back home. Knowing her, she would be back to work the next day, so not seeing her there was a little weird.
I did check in on her though and she sustained no threatening injuries.
She had some raw marks from the metal cuffs and was severely dehydrated.
Other than that, she had some PTSD from being drowned and the other torture she had to witness.
She’ll most likely have to go through a psych evaluation and counseling appointed by the agency, which is normal after these types of situations.
I’ll need to check up on her regardless of how angry she made me about Celeste.
She wasn’t all that wrong though, and she figured it out before any of us.
Celeste has to run a couple errands today before we head over to the mansion.
Something about making sure Samantha is set up and secure after the reunion of her and her daughter.
She has something up her sleeve that I’m not privy to.
She’s on and off the phone with someone, arguing about locations and supplies.
I assume it’s for her business but something tells me it has nothing to do with that.
Celeste has no idea what rest means. Even forcing her to stay home and relax, she gets up and paces the floor or constantly calls Larson and Antonio to see what’s going on in the office.
I find out she not only runs the club but also took over her father’s business.
She doesn’t exactly tell me what the business is but I do know she works downtown in a skyrise building.
She demands to be back in the office Monday as she has a business matter to attend to and won’t budge on extending any more time to rest.
I’ve been staying with her, helping her apply ointment to her back, helping her shower, and watching her for her a concussion.
The woman definitely keeps me on my toes.
She’s so infuriating at times but, damn, do we have the most amazing sex.
She’s far from fragile and she pushes me for more.
I’ve never been super open about my kinks, but she eats it up and wants to see what else I can bring to the table.
She has no idea of the things I want to do to her and I keep itching to push the limit.
It’s as if the mixture of pain and pleasure intrigues her and she craves for more.
Pain brings her pleasure and vice versa.
I want to be careful with her but damn, she brings out the beast in me that I can’t control.
If I’m being honest, I don’t want to control it anymore.
I want the darkness to mingle with hers and together we’ll be unstoppable.
Car horns blare as I step out of the building, shaking me out of my thoughts.
Before heading to my car, I stop in a mom-and-pop shop and pick out a bouquet of flowers.
Sunflowers and baby’s breath are her favorite and I find the perfect ones I know she’ll love.
The elderly woman is so ecstatic to put it all together for me and even includes a little bear to go along with it.
I go as far as stopping at the store next door grabbing her some dark chocolate and wine.
Slipping into my car, I rev my engine and make my way through the crowded streets.
Once back to her complex, I punch a code and head down into the parking garage.
She should be home by now and my heart races just thinking about her.
Once I make it to her floor, I go to knock but remember that she gave me a key before I left.
“Hey, beautiful.” I close the door behind me and head into the kitchen area where she’s leaning against the counter.
She looks up at me with a wide grin and sparkles in her eyes.
My breath catches when I get a good look at her.
She’s wearing a white, flowy, knee-length dress, red heels, and her hair cascades down her back with loose waves.
Red lipstick lines her lips, and her bright green eyes illuminate. She’s absolutely breathtaking.
That dress, though, it does things to me. I can picture bending her over the counter, pushing up her dress, and taking her again and again. Something about a woman in a dress like that turns a man on.
“Hey! Are those for me?” She beams as she saunters from the counter taking the flowers from me and kisses me.
The kiss is longing, desperate, passionate, and it causes me to groan in protest when we break apart. Whatever plans she has, they can wait because I need her now.
“You’re breathtaking. Literally. Why don’t we call off whatever plans we have and let me worship you like the goddess you are.” I pull her arm as she walks away from me and spin her around to face me.
She squeaks at the surprise, her cheeks going bright red.
I push her against the counter, cupping her face in my hands and slam my lips into hers.
I force my tongue through her lips and devour her hungrily.
A sweet moan escapes from her, which tells me she wants this as much as I do.
She drops the flowers and wraps her hands around my waist, pulling me closer into her.
My cock is rock hard, rubbing against the zipper making me want to yank this damn fabric off.
Breaking the kiss, she pulls away from me without a warning.
“As much as I want you to fuck me right now, we’re going to be late.” Her breath is heavy and her face is so full of want.
There’s no way in hell I’m about to have blue balls right now. Yeah, that’s not going to happen. Without fully thinking, I grab her by the hips and sit her on the counter. My hands roam up her legs and slide off her panties. My finger swipes her pussy finding how wet she is for me.
“Look how wet you are for me. I can’t simply leave you needy. Surely we have a few minutes to spare.” I pull my finger out to display her sweet juices glistening in the light.
“Alaric!” she gasps as I unzip my pants and shove them down my legs.
My cock springs up ready to be buried deep inside of her.
I pull her so she’s hanging off the edge and step in between her legs.
Due to being in a time crunch, I waste no time and line up my cock and shove into her.
Her head tilts back with her lips parting.
Her legs wrap around my waist pulling me closer into her.
One hand on her waist and the other gripping the counter, I pound into her like a crazed man. She’s so tight but we fit so perfectly together.
“God, you feel so good. Look how well you take me,” I groan.
Being inside her is like pure ecstasy. This high is so exhilarating and I don’t ever want to come down. It’s pure dark magic that consumes every single inch of me.
“Oh fuck, I’m going to come. Please, don’t stop!” she screams as she grabs onto my shoulder.
She thrusts herself into me, matching my movements. The feeling intensifies, pushing me over the complete edge.
“Come with me, baby girl. I want your sweet juices mixed with mine.”
I can feel her body tense and her walls squeeze against me and together we find our release.
Our chests heave up and down from the intensity of what we just did.
I’m not at all sorry for making us late for these plans.
It was either take her now or sneak off in the dark and do it there, but I couldn’t wait.
I kiss her on the forehead before I retrieve a warm washcloth and wipe her clean.
“I’ll be right back, I need to change.” Smirking at her, I head into her bedroom where my bag of clothes are.
“Alaric Nicholas Solace!” she yells. “We’re freaking late!”
Before we arrive at the mansion, we stop and pick up Samantha from the hospital.
She finally has color back in her face and has cleaned up.
Celeste had gone to the hospital to help her shower and brush through her matted hair.
She brought her some new clothes and talked to the doctors about the care she would need at home.
She has also offered to take her to the follow up appointments with her primary and psychiatrist.
Glancing in the rearview mirror, I notice Samantha fidgeting in the backseat full of anxiety.
She’s been away from her daughter for a long time and I know she’s so excited to see her but also scared she’s forgotten her.
We arrive at the mansion parking at the front by the door and sit for a few minutes to let her have a moment to calm her anxiety.
“Are you ready to see your ball of sunshine?” Celeste smiles with excitement.
“I’ve been dying for this moment but I’m so scared.” She rubs her arms up and down.
Her eyes start to water and she averts her gaze towards the house. The poor girl deserves to be happy again and her happiness is inside that house and we need to get her inside as soon as possible.
“Come on, honey. Let’s go see your little girl.” Celeste reaches her hand over the seat grabbing hers and gives her an encouraging squeeze.
We get out of the car and Celeste wraps her hands around Samantha’s shoulders and leads her inside.
We’re met with the smell of fresh baked cookies and sweet sounds of laughter.
Walking down the hall, we round the corner entering into the kitchen.
There’s flour everywhere like something exploded and rained all over the place.
“MOMMY!!!” A sweet little voice rings through the air.
Covered in flour from head to toe, the little girl with pigtails rushes past me and crashes into Samantha’s legs. My heartstrings pull at the reunion. I hope one day, if I have children, they run to me with so much excitement. Samantha falls to the floor wrapping her arms around Gabby.
Tears stream down her face as she squeezes her tight. The love she has for her daughter is heart wrenching and I have no idea why she would think that her little girl would forget her. There’s no way with the type of bond I see they have.
Looking over at Celeste, she has her arms wrapped around her body and her eyes glisten. I move over to her and pull her close to me, comforting her. Her head rests against my chest as she watches the two of them have their moment.
“Samantha, I wanted you to know that we’ll always be here for anything you need. You’re my family and I never want you to hesitate to call me. I don’t want you working at the club anymore, though,” Celeste speaks up as Samantha gets up from the ground with Gabby in her arms.
“W-what do you mean? I need this job, Celeste. How am I going to pay rent and take care of Gabby?” Her body goes rigid and panic fills her eyes.
Celeste breaks away from me, walking over to her purse and pulls out an envelope. Now she has my attention. Is she firing her from the club?
“You’ll be working with me at the office.
With my other business, it’ll be better hours for you, stable pay, and a lot safer for you two.
When you’re ready, you will start. I’ve already put you on the payroll and you’ll be paid for the time you’ve been gone and for however long you need to recover.
” This woman never fails to surprise me.
“Also, you’ll no longer be going to that apartment.
You officially own a house nearby. It’s paid off and furnished for the two of you.
I also made sure the things you owned were moved to the house plus some.
If you need anything, we’re right here and you can call me.
Adelina will also come and check on the two of you.
” She hugs her, kissing her on the cheek.
Samantha begins to ball even more. Celeste hands her an envelope and she takes it hesitantly and opens it.
There’s cash, a lot of cash, and a set of keys.
This woman describes herself as evil and damaged, but yet she did this for someone who struggled and went through hell.
It’s the most kind thing I have ever seen anyone do for another.
She’s not asking for anything in return and will refuse if they try.
At this moment, I realize how deeply, madly I’m in love with this woman and for those who can’t see how amazing she is, it’s their loss. This is the woman that I want to stand by, no matter the destruction she may cause if she’s crossed.
Suddenly, her world is the only one I want to be a part of. The Mafia queen and the agent fall in love. So forbidden, yet so addicting. There’s no way I can back away now.