Chapter 13

Alejandro’s POV

So sticky.

So slick.

Too juicy.

Fuck, Mira was a literal water park—one I was ready and willing to swim in, but not now. She didn’t deserve it, not after the stunt she almost pulled with Ace.

My body burned hot as I stormed toward the pool, my eyes locked on my best friend.

“You like her,” I accused the instant I came into view.

The chatter between the guys died down, and they all turned toward me with questioning eyes.

“Don’t you?” I repeated, my focus glued to Ace.

He shifted slightly in his chair, took a lazy sip of whiskey, and arched a brow at me.

“What are you talking about, Dro?”

“Mira,” I said flatly, taking a step closer. “You like her.”

God, I felt like a complete idiot. Why the hell was I confronting a man I’d known my entire life over a woman I shouldn’t even give a damn about?

Okay, maybe I cared just a little. That was the only explanation for this boiling rage that had shot through me when I’d walked into that room earlier and saw the hunger in both their eyes. They were two seconds away from smashing their lips together and I’d have smashed some skulls if that had happened. Not like I care, but employees shouldn’t go around fucking my friends.

“What you saw back there was nothing, Alejandro. I was helping her because she was hurt,” he explained coolly.

“What happened in there, guys?” Danny asked, both his and Marlo’s gazes bouncing between us.

Ace rolled his eyes. “Our friend here is furious because I had a simple talk with his babysitter and helped her to her room after she stepped on some broken glass.”

“It was just a brief conversation, Dro. I don’t like Mira,” Ace added evenly.

I sighed, grabbed a drink, and dropped into a seat between them. Now I looked like a complete fool.

“Do you like her, Dro?” Danny asked, one brow rising, his gaze locked on me.

The drink in my mouth suddenly tasted bitter. I glanced around the table and everyone was waiting for an answer, one I didn’t have. Or maybe I did, but…

“Dro?” Ace pressed again.

“I don’t fucking like that bitch. Why would you guys even ask me that?” I snapped through gritted teeth. “She’s not someone I’d look at twice, you know. She’s just a vessel to help me release some cum, that’s all.”

“So did you fuck her already? Where’s the video to prove you’ve won the bet?” Ace teased, smirking.

My body froze as flashes of my little encounter with Mira rushed through my mind. The way her body had felt under mine—how tight she was, how soft, how her eyes begged me silently to fuck her even while her mouth refused.

That stubborn pride of hers. I was going to break it. I’d make her beg me, beg me to fuck her. I’d take my time, torture her, watch her crumble under my control. The bet could wait. I wanted to play this game of cat and mouse a bit longer. And when she couldn’t resist anymore, I’d fuck her until she screamed and win both her and the bet.

“Not gotten to that stage yet,” I muttered, swirling the drink in my hand.

“So she’s actually a challenge to the great Alejandro Montenegro?” Danny asked, a grin tugging at his lips.

I let out a low, wicked laugh. “No woman’s more than me, idiots. But this one… I’ll take my sweet time watching her fall head over heels for me.”

The guys soon drifted off, and I made my way back inside. Tomorrow, I and Mira will head to some outdated town, apparently ten years behind, to find talented people my tyrant of a father could turn into money-making machines.

“Dinner is served, Mr. Montenegro,” a servant announced as I began to climb the stairs.

I paused, turning toward her. “And where’s Mira? Won’t she be joining me?”

“She will, sir, but she said she’s busy and will be down soon.”

“Busy, huh?” I muttered under my breath.

Dismissing her with a nod, I continued up to Mira’s room. At first, I thought I heard faint noises, soft and shaky, but  as I got closer to her slightly open door, my concern twisted into something darker.

Pushing the door open a little more, I froze.

Her back was arched, legs spread, one hand clutching the sheets, the other buried between her thighs.

Her eyes were shut tight, her breath uneven as she moved a pink dildo between her slick folds. Soft, helpless moans slipped from her lips as she rocked against it.

Fuck. The ache in my pants grew as she grinded against the toy like a desperate addict, pushing it deeper and faster. I should’ve been the one pounding into her, not that plastic thing.

The room was dimly lit, but I could see her perfectly. Her breasts were perked, nipples pointing, and as if she read my thoughts, she released the sheets and cupped one, squeezing and twisting the nipples until she whimpered.

“Ah!” Mira gasped. “Oh my fucking—oh yeah.” Her pace quickened, her moans rising. She was close, I could feel it.

I couldn’t resist any longer. I unzipped my pants, my hand wrapping around my hard length as I stroked in sync with her movements.

“Mmm, fuck you, Ale… Alejandro,” she breathed between ragged moans.

My grin widened, my cock pulsing at the sound of my name on her sinful lips. She was thinking of me. I almost burst into laughter but held it in, stroking harder, watching her unravel. I was seconds from the edge myself.

After a few deep strokes, I grabbed the handkerchief from my pocket, spilling into it before tucking myself back in, my gaze never leaving her trembling body.

“Aleee… oh my fucking god, Alejandro!” Mira screamed, her head falling back, her legs clamping together as she came, my name rolling off her tongue like a prayer.

“Yeah,” I murmured, smirking. “That’s right. Let me be the only man who can make you cum without even touching you.”

Her body shook as her legs trembled, the vibrator dropping beside her, still buzzing weakly after the punishment it had endured.

With a slow grin, I pushed the door wider, letting her know I was there. Her eyes flew open, panic flashing across her flushed, sweaty face.

“Time for dinner.”