Chapter 10 You Burn Me
By Carolina
Luckily, we arrived.
He gave me his hand to help me down.
His touch electrified all my senses.
He also tensed up when he gave me his hand, I felt it.
Something is definitely wrong.
Nevertheless, he extended his arm and we walked in together.
There were even journalists who took our photos.
We headed to the bar and I noticed how he downed two whiskies like they were water.
I leaned in to whisper in his ear not to drink too much.
"Ale, please, don't drink too much."
He placed a hand on my waist, but it slid down to my butt.
This is a business gala and I'm not an escort.
I looked at him pleadingly.
I hoped he understood my look.
"You burn me, all the time, when I look at you or when you look at me, when I brush against you, when I kiss you, I need to possess you, to have you in my arms."
"I'm not an escort, take your hand off my butt."
"Damn it, Valeria, did you hear me?"
Yes, and I was trembling from his words, but I knew he was obsessed with possessing me, just because I had said no.
He burned me too.
But I had seen him with too many women to give in, because I was sure that as soon as I said yes, a week later, besides leaving me and me ending up in love, I would lose my job.
I had already been through something similar, with a man who replaced me with the woman in front of him.
Even if he didn't fire me, I couldn't live with the pain of seeing him choose another after having me in his arms.
"Vale, I need to make love to you."
"You need to take your hand off my butt and you need to stop drinking."
"You're the one missing out."
He replied furiously, while telling the bartender he wanted another whiskey.
I don't know if I'll keep my job when we get back, what I do know is that I will keep my dignity. I lost it once and if I didn't learn from that, I never will.
Alejandro isn't even sugarcoating it, he's just telling me he wants to have sex with me.
Better, that way I won't fall for sweet words.
I know what he wants and even though I want the same, I know it's not good for me, my future is at stake.
What would happen when he truly chooses a woman to marry and I have to see, once again, that I'm not important to another man?
Alejandro is a billionaire, and he treats humble women like what they are to him, insects under his feet.
I may be an insect, but one with dignity.
The problem is he knows how to dig deep.
I stayed close to him, he was a bit drunk and had to close an important deal.
I spoke when he didn't respond and together, we managed to do it.
He didn't seem drunk, but I knew he was because I saw him drinking.
When they opened the dance floor, he took my hand and led me to it.
He pressed so close to me that I couldn't breathe.
"Alejandro, did I make you mad about something?"
Instead of answering, he looked at my mouth.
I know how his kisses are, he can't put on a show.
"Ale..."
"Shhh, even your voice excites me."
God, he is going to break down all my barriers and it's my end, I feel his hands sliding down my back and I feel him.
"Keep your hands still, please."
One of his hands was dangerously sliding down my hip.
"Alejandro, stop, what's wrong with you?"
"It's you! I can't control myself when you're near!"
He left me alone in the middle of the dance floor, and before I could take two steps, Kevin's cousin was already by his side.
I was heading back to our table, thinking about how I was going to get back, when Kevin approached me. Of course, Alejandro had left with that woman.
"Are you two a couple?"
"What?"
"You and Alejandro, are you a couple?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Do you see him next to me?"
"I see how he looks at you, how he touches you when he pretends to dance, how he watches over you, and how he lets you speak when closing a deal or at meetings. And you are... the secretary who's lasted the longest."
"He's my boss and I'm just his secretary, we've never had anything, we don't have anything and we won't have anything."
"He thinks he owns you."
"He knows he doesn't."
"But you let him go further than a boss should."
I didn't know what to say, God, I had even seen him naked... and his kisses are... and his caresses that drive me wild...
"It's difficult sometimes."
"It's harassment."
"It's Alejandro."
"The boss, I know, I know him well and he has all the women he wants. Right now, he must be with my cousin, who can't get him out of her head."
"Were they a couple?"
I noticed he laughed.
"Alejandro doesn't have girlfriends, he takes the woman he wants once or twice, in this case, three times because my cousin insisted and I think because he argued with you and wanted to make you jealous."
"We have nothing, I can't get jealous, otherwise, I'd die of pain. Imagine how many women I've seen him with since I started working."
"Why didn't he get tired of you?"
"Because I'm an excellent secretary, I speak four languages and I didn't sleep with him."
We both laughed.
"I'll walk you to the hotel."
"It's not necessary."
"You can't go back alone."
"Thank you."
He insisted on coming up and accompanying me to my room door, but I firmly said no.
As I was entering my room, I heard the moans coming from Alejandro's room.
I realized that even without having had a relationship with him, it still hurt to hear him enjoy other women.
It made me uncomfortable, not in pain, I tried to think, because if it was pain, it would mean I had fallen in love with him, and that doesn't make sense.
By Alejandro
That red dress
I'm having sex with a woman I met when I was entering the hotel, after dropping off Kevin's cousin at her place.
I get annoyed by women who insist beyond logical flirting.
If she thinks that every time I travel to the United States, I have to sleep with her, she's wrong. Once is fine, or twice, but that's it.
I left the event with her because she was the first one I saw after leaving Valeria alone on the dance floor. I wanted her to get jealous. If she feels anything for me, she should be jealous.
That, with all my experience, confuses me.
Her words say no, but she trembles in my arms when I kiss her or when I touch her.
Her breasts ask for more caresses when I touch them, I know that.
And I still haven't managed to even get my fingers inside her, and her legs scream for my attention.
It amused me how she tried to wake up the woman I hired and how she discreetly observed her. When I told her to give the woman $500 more, I did it just to bother her. At one point, it seemed like she wanted to cry. She was about to leave, but I forced her to stay. I took a record-breaking shower. Vale was still in my room. I didn't put on boxers; sometimes she's shyer than she seems.
When I dropped the towel, she looked at me and then looked up, completely blushing. I don't understand, if she had a boyfriend, she's not a virgin.
She dresses sexy, a lot, that red dress...
That dress had no room for underwear, and I couldn't even check. She admitted she wasn't wearing a bra, I had confirmed that.
I pushed her to the door, and she couldn't open it. With the momentum I gave when I grabbed her arm, she ended up against my body, and I took the opportunity to kiss her and only managed to touch her breast. She didn't like seeing another woman in my bed, I'm sure of that, she mentioned it in passing.
Yet she started kissing me back.
She controls herself and knows how to do it. She's like a child compared to the women I deal with, and if she studied so much, she didn't have time to go out, but she has a will of iron.
That's why she's different from everyone else.
I can't control myself when she's near, and she keeps saying no.
She's cultured, has an idea of how to close a deal, lacks experience, it's noticeable, but she would know how to do it. When I ask for her opinion, she's careful when she gives it.
Kevin is crazy about her, I can tell, and that puts me in a bad mood.
When I went to pick her up for the event, I wanted to impress her with my tuxedo and the limousine. I wanted to dazzle her. When she saw me, I know she looked me up and down, until I did the same. I made a joke to distract myself, but as soon as I closed her room door, I didn't dare, yes, I didn't dare to follow or bother her with anything.
The one who was dazzled was me.
I was captivated, impressed, and excited, very excited.
She's a goddess.
I'd have her in my bed for the rest of my life.
When I thought that, I got scared, I went serious, petrified, so much that she noticed something was wrong. She thought I didn't like the dress, said she would change it, but that all were similar, that Susana had chosen them.
If she took it off, she wouldn't put anything on, and I wouldn't hear her if she said no.
I'm not a rapist, I never forced a woman, they throw themselves at me.
But her...
My testicles ached from holding back my erection.
I think I trembled just looking at her.
She looked like a Hollywood star.
I don't know why Susana chose that dress, with that slit, she knew perfectly well that well-shaped legs drive me crazy, and by now she must know that Valeria rejected me.
I'm already thinking stupid things, I want to blame others for my lack of control.
I swear what I felt for Valeria scared me, it was an immeasurable desire.
I don't want to think it's more than desire.