Chapter 35 Sexual fantasies
~~Alexander's pov~~
I watched as Ezera rounded up Damien’s soldiers one by one; they all stood at alert, well…more alert than usual.
They knew something was up.
They knew Celeste was planning something.
But there was something they didn't know: that was what Celeste wanted, for them to think something was going to go down here. It was just a distraction. Right now one of Celeste's men was there, digging through one of Damien's safe houses.
Only Damien's fingerprint could open the door, and that was because one of the waiters had taken Damien's glass of wine and quickly switched it for another.
The soldier's goal was to get a file. One single file that could get Damein in trouble with the FBI.
After doing some digging, Celeste had found out that Damien had married Charlotte to get out of trouble with the FBI and to create a fake alibi for a crime he did commit.
Damien’s plan had worked, and a low-level soldier had taken the fall and gone to prison for it. With this file we can have evidence that he did it and what he locked up for good.
It had been almost an hour, and I was also waiting for the phone call, the one that said it was done.
My gaze fell on Celeste; she fidgeted with her dress. I couldn't control the smile that tugged on my lips. In a hurry to run off, she had accidentally left her underwear in the bathroom with me.
I slipped my hand into my pocket and gently squeezed the underwear; I still didn't know why I had taken it.
Perhaps a keepsake for the amazing sex?
The AirPod in my ear suddenly buzzed, and my brows lifted.
I tapped it gently. “Yes,” I whispered.
“It's done, boss,” the voice came through.
I exhaled sharply, “Good job.”
Just then my gaze caught sight of Damein and Charlotte leaving the place hand in hand “Get out of there now; they are coming home.”
“Yes, boss.”
The line went flat.
As Damien walked out of the place, my gaze caught Ezera following closely behind.
I signaled my soldiers present that I wanted to leave, and they all placed down their glasses and immediately followed behind me.
Minutes later I was in the backseat of my limo. Instead of calling Celeste to report back to her, I could only think about Ezera.
I brought out my phone and attempted to text her, but my fingers hovered over the letters on the keyboard with no idea of what to say to her.
I typed hey… but I quickly wiped it. After thinking for a few seconds, I brought out the underwear from my pocket.
I spread it on the chair and took a picture of it; satisfied with the image, I immediately sent it to Ezera and added a text. “Left me a token?”
Minutes later I arrived home; Ezera hadn't responded yet.
I walked into my mansion and grabbed a glass of red wine down in the wine cellar before heading to my bedroom; as I drew the glass to my lips, my phone dinged.
I slid it off my pockets; it was a text from Ezera. She had sent a question mark. I placed the glass on a desk beside me and gazed at the text for a few seconds before I typed back.
“Thought I'd keep it.”
She read it but didn't respond.
I tapped the call button, and she answered immediately.
“What do you want?” Her voice was cold. “We agreed it was just a one-time thing.”
I kicked off my shoes and my suit jacket before I slipped into bed. “And then we had a second time in the bathroom stall.”
“Almost had it a second time in the bathroom stall,” she corrected.
“Almost; you must be disappointed that we didn't. I know you love having me.”
She scoffed, “You are full of yourself.”
I grabbed the underwear in my hand and twirled it in my fingers. I folded it in my hand and sniffed it. “Fuck, it smells good,” I mumbled, and I felt my dick harden through my pants.
“What did you say?” She asked.
“You smell good,” I repeated. “Let's do it again, one last time.”
She whimpered.
My brow raised, “What is that?”
“Nothing,” her voice was strained. “I'm just tired; I should go.”
“Send a pic of your body,” I smirked, “naked.”
“Asshole,” she cursed and hung up.
I laughed; it was too easy to push her buttons.
But God, I loved the sight of her body. She was glorious. I squeezed her underwear in my hand and slowly undid the buttons of my shirt. I shut my eyes and ran it against my chest, picturing her hand on me until I reached my climax.
Fuck, I wanted her so bad.
I thought about calling in one of the female soldiers, one that would give an arm and a leg to fuck me, but they didn't compare to Ezera; she was who I wanted.
I unhooked my belt and slipped my dick out of my pants; just then I received a text, and my eyes widened as I saw that she had sent me a photo of her breasts.
“Fuck Ezera.”
I immediately picked up the intercom in the room and dialed a number; it rang three times, and a man answered, “Yes, boss.”
“Send Bree to my bedroom now,” I instructed.
“Yes, boss,” the line went flat instantly.
A few seconds later Bree walked in.
She was almost the same height as Ezera, with the same hair color and slender body; her eyes widened as she saw my dick out.
“Suck it,” I commanded.
A smile curled on her lips; she instantly climbed onto the bed. As her lips covered my dick, I bit my lower lip and shut my eyes, picturing Ezera's wet mouth on me.
“Fuck…yes.” I gripped her hair tightly and tugged on it. Bree moaned, but I wondered if Ezera would have liked it. “Gosh…fuck…Ezera,” my chest heaved.
I pushed my head back against the pillow, and my hand gripped the sheets as she sucked faster. “Ghhh…..” I pressed my teeth together, and my toes curled.
“God!” I shouted as my cum filled Bree’s mouth, and my eyes opened, “Go away.”
“You don't want more?” She asked as she wiped the corners of her mouth.
“I said get out, Bree.” She wore a look of disappointment on her face as she walked out and shut the door behind her.
It didn't matter how much I envisioned Ezera; nobody could replace her, so I reached for my phone and dialed Ezera.
She answered immediately.
“Were you waiting for my phone call?”
“What do you want?”
“You”
She was silent for a few seconds. “You are a psycho.”
“Come to my home.”
I heard her let out a surprised gasp, “You'd let an enemy into your home?”
“It's okay, you won't steal anything; I'll be with you at all times.”
She chuckled, “It's a date.”
My brow raised. “Date?”
“I mean…”
“No, no, you said it. It’s a date, since you want to date me so desperately,” I joked.
“When do you want to meet?”
“Tonight, I can't wait; I'll have somebody to pick you up.”
“I'll dress up.”
As the call ended, I slid up my pants and walked towards my door. As I opened it, I spoke to one of my soldiers, “Send somebody to pick up Ezera; I'll email her address.”
The soldier gazed at me with a stunned look. “Ezera?”
“Redhead, we met her at the dinner today.”
They both exchanged glances. “One of Damien’s soldiers?”
I clicked my tongue, “Bingo.”
“But she's an enemy….” He tried to protest.
“Did I ask you to talk back?!” I barked.
The sound of my voice made
them bow their heads instantly. “Sorry, boss,” they said in unison.
“Bring her into my bedroom when she gets here.” I shut the door and strolled back into my bedroom.