Chapter 34 Sinful stallroom encounter
~~CHARLOTTE’S POV~~
It felt amazing being back home again after being stuck on an island…more like a forest, and then a sinking ship.
I curled under a blanket, and Damien's arms were wrapped around me; his hands caressed my back as we watched a movie together in the bedroom.
The room was dark, and Damien had lit up candles to set the mood and scattered rose petals.
Months of being married to my husband, months of seeing him take lives, and this is the craziest experience I have had with him.
As Damien's hands brushed my hair, the ringing of his phone filled the room; it rang again and again, and Damien didn't seem to hear.
“Babe…”
“I hear it,” he cut in. “I know it's business, and I want to focus on only you right now.”
I chuckled, “Go ahead and answer; I'll still be here when you are done.”
He shook his head. "I'll answer later." He pressed his lips against mine.
“Come on…” I pushed him gently.
He groaned as he slipped out of bed to take the call. “Yes, Michael.”
“Hello, old friend. I wanted to know if you'll make it to my dinner meeting tomorrow evening.”
Damien looked over his shoulder to see me. “Ugh…it's my last week in Italy. I was hoping my wife and I could do a little sightseeing, you know, away from all this violence.”
“Our life is violence, Damien, and it’s just for an hour.”
“Let's do it,” I mouthed.
His brows furrowed, “Are you sure?” He mouthed back.
I nodded, my head against the pillow.
“Well, Michael… You are in luck; my wife accepts.”
Michael's laughter echoed, “She must have all the power.”
“She does,” Damien said and hung up; he placed the phone on the table and turned to face me. “Okay,” he said as he slowly began to walk towards me. “Where were we?”
~~EZERA POV~~
It was against the rules to sleep with a man from a rival Mafia family, and yet I slept with the leader.
Worse?
I couldn't stop thinking about it; my mind was spiraling. The image of his naked body lingered in my mind, and so did the sound of his moans.
It was supposed to be a one-time thing, but now I can't stop thinking about it?
I gazed at myself in the mirror; I thought I looked good in the purple dress I had picked for Damien's dinner with Michael.
As I slipped the dress off, my phone buzzed. I quickly picked it up; an unknown number had texted, but the message had already been deleted.
Who could it be?
My brow raised, curious as three dots popped on the screen; the person was typing, but it went away and didn't come back up.
I tapped on the phone call icon on the top of the screen; it rang, but there was no response.
I scoffed and placed the phone on the desk. I turned and jumped into my bed, wrapping myself up in my blanket.
TWENTY-FOUR HOURS LATER
I had arrived minutes before Damien and Charlotte.
The dinner happened in one of Michael's penthouses; men and women either stood or sat together with glasses of wine in their hands, chatting.
I stood in front of the glass walls of the penthouse, taking in the view of the city with a glass of wine tightly clutched in my hand.
The penthouse was on the thirteenth floor; the moonlight bounced against the glass, and I could see the reflection of my dress. I tucked my red hair behind my ear and smiled at myself.
But the smile faded when my gaze caught somebody's reflection through the glass.
It was Alexander. He stared intently at me, his hands tucked into his pockets.
I quickly moved away from the wall. “Where can I find a bathroom? “I asked a waiter.
“Upstairs, first door to the right.”
I nodded and muttered a thank you as I rushed upstairs; the bathroom had three stalls, and I quickly slipped into one of them.
I pushed one of the stalls open and rushed in, resting my back against the cold wall.
I sucked in a deep breath. What was I thinking? Alexander? Of all men?
I heard the bathroom door open, and a footstep followed; it was slow and calculating.
“Ezera?” Alexander's voice came.
My throat caught.
“Ezera”
“What do you want?” I asked Curtly.
The door to the stall I hid in suddenly pushed open, and Alexander walked in, his eyes searching mine. “Why are you hiding in here?” He shut the door behind him and drew closer.
The stalls were small enough that I didn't want another person in here.
“Are you crazy? What are you doing here?”
He grabbed the wine glass in my hand and chugged it down his throat. “Why did you run away from me?” He asked as he placed the glass on the ground.
I swallowed uncomfortably, not because of him but because of the thoughts in my head. “I need privacy, Alexander.”
He froze for a few seconds. “From what?”
“From…” what? From what?! I couldn't tell him that I was having dirty thoughts about him.
“I need ….” I swallowed.
My breath hitched as he placed his hand on my chin; the silence was heavy as his hand slid down my neck and he pushed me against the wall.
He let out a frustrated sigh as he spoke, “What are you doing to me, Ezera?” he rasped.
My brow raised, “What?”
“I can't stop thinking about that day; I was staring at you like an idiot.” He swallowed. “Don't get me wrong, I'm not falling for you; you aren't my type, but…what we did that day….” I think I'm crazy.”
“You are not,” I cut in.
“I fucking texted you and deleted it immediately like a crazed fool.” He tilted his head to the side.
My brows pinched together. “Wait... that was you? “How did you get my number?” My voice was soft, almost barely above a whisper.
“I track down men who have changed their names and started a new life. Ezera, finding your number wasn't difficult.”
“Why did you find my number?”
His fingers traced down my chest. “I want to do it again.”
I felt my core begin to throb instantly. “I want to touch you.”
He drew closer and instantly dug his lips into my neck. I parted my lips, “Oh…”
His hands gently lifted up my dress, and he wasted no time to take my underwear off. “Are we going to have sex in here?” I asked mid-gasp.
He took one of my legs and pinned it against his hips. He lifted his gaze to mine. “Do you have a better place in mind?” He licked his hand as he spoke, “I don't think I can wait that long.”
His hard fingers brushed against my core, and I let out a loud moan.
“Fuck, you are desperate down there,” he growled. “You are throbbing.” He slipped a finger in, and my face twisted into a frown of pleasure, and my hands pressed his suit. “And wet… really wet…” He slipped in a second finger.
“Argh…” I gasped as his fingers began to thrust inside me, faster and faster each second. “Oh…God.”
He bit his lower lip and placed his nose against mine. “You look sexy when you moan like that.”
The wet sound of his fingers sliding against my core filled the stall.
“Fuck Ezera,” his voice dropped low.
“Arg…hhh…mmm,” my body convulsed against him as I reached climax.
My heavy breathing was the only thing that could be heard. I placed my head against his shoulders. “We shouldn't be doing this.”
“I won't tell you if you don't.” He reached for his belt and began to undo it.
Just then the bathroom door opened and footsteps approached. “Ezera?”
It was one of Damien's soldiers.
“Ezera,” he called out again, “I saw you walk in here. The boss needs you.”
Alexander placed one finger over his lips, but hearing Damien's name made the guilt worsen. “I'll be right out; go.”
“Okay,” he said, and his footsteps approached the door as he walked out.
“I should go,” I said to Alexander, “and no, this cannot happen again.” As I reached for the door to open it, his hands grabbed mine.
“Last time?”
“Last time,” I nodded.
I slipped my hand away from his and walked, and as my gaze caught Damien, a smile curled on my lips, but it fell instantly as I saw his hand wrapped around Charlotte's shoulders; it's always going to be her.
“Yes, Damien?” I spoke as I walked towards him.
“Ezera, I hear chatter about Celeste; she's planning something against me, but I don't know what. Round up the soldiers; they should stay on guard.”
I nodded as I turned away; my gaze caught Alexander, and just then I realized I wasn't wearing any underwear. Alexander had taken it off, but I had forgotten to put it back on.
“Fuck,” I mumbled.