Chapter 141 Chapter 141

Chapter 141 Chapter 141


ALINA'S POV

It's crazy how a person sees danger, sees an obvious problem, an obvious porthole with potential to drown them and actually head towards it.

It's crazy.

Utterly crazy, and that's what I am now.

Crazily out of my mind and having thoughts I should not on all levels and ramifications be having. I mean this was clear as day. This matter was as simple as knowing your name;

Do not get involved with an ex.

Do not get involved with a jerk ass, bastardised ex!

Do not get involved with an engaged man. A soon to be wedded man.

But here I was doing It. Here I was entertaining thoughts, getting breathless, messy, hot and burning all over with thoughts about that one man.

"This is the worst, Alina." I told myself, "This is the absolute worst, the lowest. Lowest of lowest."

How could you be actually thinking of responding to these texts??

How could be actually thinking, fantasising and jerking off to the words on these texts?? These disgusting, heavily invasive, sexual content filled texts he was sending to you right now!

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"You look good with no panties."

"You look good drilling and milking on my fingers with those tunt red nipples."

"You look good taking every inch of my fingers, you dirty little slut. I'm imagining you taking every inch of my cock, I'm going to take you right on my table you fucking seducing slut!"

"Fuck." I dropped my phone again. Breathing. Heavily too. "Oh my God...ohhh... Alina. Alina...ohh. How did things become like this? How did everything..."

You're supposed to be ignoring this bastard!

Ignoring the both of them and living like nothing ever happened. Not going ahead to kiss him. Let him kiss you, touch you, feel you up, pin in dark hallways and do stuff!

None of that was supposed to happen. And instead of feeling regretful...here you are shamelessly wanting more.

"Shamelessly. That's the word." I muttered, pausing to hear myself think. Sighing. My eyes moving around the space of my office, wondering if he was watching me right now. My nipples already squeezed tight at the thought. Core clenching ignorantly, happy. Stupidly happy for someone else's man.

Someone's fiancé.

"It is wrong no matter how you look at, Lina." I told myself. Again. The one billionth time I'm sure. "It is absolutely wrong. Even if she's a witch and the absolute worst, he is still her man."

You have to stop thinking about it. Stop considering it, nothing's going to change.

Stop.

"I should tell Cleo." I grabbed my phone then. "It'll help, she'll help."

But still I paused right at the last minute. Just as I've been doing since it happened. Since yesterday. "Cleo's going to scold. She's going to eat you up and sell your soul!"

'How can you be so stupid, Alina??'

'How could you let him touch you again, he has a fiancée and didn't tell you.'

'He lied to you. Lied to her too else, you won't even work no more.'

What else is she going to say?

Oh.

'That man's a fucking bastard. You're going to get entangled for no reason, you should move out of his place!'

And I had no where to go at moment.

So no Cleo. Not for now.

"He was a bastard." I agreed , spoke out. "Look what he's had me doing. Thinking. He's a bastard."

But really good looking bastard...

Fucking disturbing bastard obsessed with teasing me and leaving me all high and dry.

He knew how to work a woman's body... Knew exactly the buttons to push, how to curl, touch and squeeze till all my natural rational senses died off.

I'd touched myself all night long. After yesterday, I imagined him over and over in the shower. Torturing myself my rose, knowing what I wanted was far more stronger. Far more thicker, pulsating with life. Something connected to a human body.

A cock.

His cock.

I wanted his cock. I wanted it, needed it so bad I couldn't think properly. I still can't think properly, even as I was here at the office, the very next day.

I'm pathetic, right?

The flippant slut that was he calling me.

I loved him talking to me like that too.

I loved the dark chuckle that left his throat when he left me in that hallway yesterday.

I loved how his fingers glistened. How he paused slightly at the edge of the corner, eyes fixed on me. Then he licked. Sucked on his fingers. All three juice stained fingers and palm he pulled out from underneath me.

My knees shook and almost gave for me to fall clean through on my ass. But I held on. Held on as I watched him. Watched him leave me at the end. My throat almost opening with a cry for him for him to come back. Come finish what he started.

A fucking slut!

"That was sorcery." I said to myself, shaking my head. "That could only be sorcery."

He used sorcery on me.

Else how could a man just show up out of nowhere, grab and pin you in some lonely hallway, then proceed to dangerously finger fuck you and you allow it!

How?

Was that even allowed??

Now I was halfway out of my mind and can't stop thinking about him.

"You know what?" I sat up, giving in. "I think I'm going to do it. I'm going to actually do it."

I'm going to fuck him.

Fuck him and get it out of my system. Fiancé or no fiancé!

He could be someone else's man but he started this!

I was merely finishing it. Finally finishing it.

Cleo said the same too, right?

"You need a dick, girl. Your body's protesting for the long years of celibacy you've put it on."

Those were her words.

So no problem then.

Fine.

I was going to get laid, have sex.

"It'll only be once. One quick one and it'll be over." I said, already breathing heavy at the thought. Salivating. "It'll be just this one time...What could possibly go wrong?"