Chapter 39 A dangerous mistake
~~Alexander's pov~~
I'm falling for her.
I couldn't hide it anymore. Fuck Ezera.
My plane had landed in America an hour ago, as Celeste and I had planned. I needed to be here to execute the next phase of our plan.
I sat in the back of my car as the car sped past the buildings on either side of us. I tugged on the tie around my neck. “Fuck,” I cursed. I couldn't help thinking about her. How badly I wanted to see her.
How could I fall for her? It was supposed to be just sex.
“Do you know where Ezera lives?” I asked.
“The Redhead?” he responded,
“Yes.”
“She is staying in one of Damien's hotels,” he replied.
“Is it far from here?”
“No Boss”
“Get me a room there,” I said desperately.
“But boss, Celeste has made a house available for you to stay in.” He examined it and turned to face me.
“I said hotel.” My face was stern. “The rest of you stay in the house.”
“Are you staying there alone?”
“Stop asking questions,” I said curtly.
He nodded and turned to face the road.
A few minutes later we arrived at the hotel, and I had paid for a suite. The place was beautiful; it had a fireplace and a gigantic bed on the side. I showered and changed into a pair of silk night pants and a silk button-up shirt.
The place had a view of the city. I grabbed a cigarette and lit it and moved to a chair in front of the glass wall and sat in front of it as I enjoyed the view.
Just then I heard a loud bang outside; it came again and again. “Fuck,” I groaned in frustration.
I groaned in annoyance as I stood up from my seat. I placed the cigarette in my hand on a plate before me and slid into a pair of Crocs and began to head to the door. As I pulled the door open, my gaze widened.
Across from me was Ezera; she stood in front of the opposite suite, banging at the door with her heel tightly clutched in her hand. “Ezera,” I muttered.
She seemed to be drunk as she struggled to stand still, her hair was messy and she had lost another heel, “Ezera?” I quickly walked to her and managed to catch her before she fell.
I pressed her against me; she reeked of alcohol. “Is this your suite?” I asked.
He looked at me, her eyes were barely open, “Is it you?” Her free grazed my face, “You… asshole.”
“I'm not an asshole.”
“You are,” she cut in, her head flung back, and I quickly held her tighter. “Lift your head up; you’ll hurt yourself.” I placed my hand on the back of her head and lifted it up.
“You are an asshole.” Her voice was strained.
“Tell me where your key is, Ezera.”
“Hmmmm, I don't …in my bag.”
I immediately reached for her purse; with one hand I reached for the contents. Thankfully I found a key. I slid it into the keyhole and pulled the door open.
“Come on,” I grunted as I carried her up in my hands and arms and led her into the room.
“I'm hot” she mumbled as I led her to the bed.
“I know , I'll turn on the air conditioner” I spoke as I gently placed her on the bed.
I looked around for the remote, and I found it on a desk. I walked over, twisted it, and turned the AC on, but as I turned to face her, she had already begun to take off her dress. “Fuck, Ezera, be patient; the room will cool down in a minute.”
Before I could walk to her the dress was on the floor , she had a matching underwear and panties, it was blue and fit her skin tone beautifully, “Where did you go tonight?” I sat beside her, my hand reached for her hair and I tucked it behind her ear.
“A club”
“A club closes this early? It's just 1:00am.”
She chuckled, her eyes closed. “They kept trying to get in my pants.”
My brows raised. “They? They who?”
“The men at the club,” she coughed.
My fists clenched, “They touched you?”
She shook her head, “Yeah….”
“Where?”
“The places only he's allowed to touch”
“Who?”
She didn't answer for a second. “That asshole,” she finally spoke.
My heart raced. She meant me? I was the only one who could touch her?
“Where did they touch?”
Her fingers reached for her thigh. “Here…”
My jaw clenched as I saw the print of a man's hand on her pale white skin. “Where is—” I growled softly and watched as her hand moved up to her panty liner. There was a mark, like a finger had scratched it.
“Where else?”
She moved her hand to her breast. “Here.” Her eyes slowly opened, and my heart dropped as I saw the tears that gathered.
“It's all because of him” she cried and the tears rolled down the sides of her face.
“How is it my fault?”
“I went out to drink the pain away.” Her hand moved to her chest. “The pain right here…and I got harassed.”
My drew my forehead to hers. “I'm so sorry, Ezera.”
“I love him…” I thought I heard her whisper, but I wasn't sure.
“Repeat that?”
“......but he makes me regret it”
“No, what did you say before?” I pressed.
But this time, she had slept.
My heart raced at the thought of her being groppeed, I grabbed the sheets of the bed and covered her with it , she would be cold soon with the AC humming.
I stood up and began to walk out of the room. I was about to lay waste to the bed of whoever had hurt her. Every. Single. One.
I went into my room and grabbed my phone. I dialed one of my soldiers. He picked up at the first ring. and immediately he answered. I spoke.
“I need you to find out the name of the club Ezera went to tonight. I need to end the lives of some men who have made stupid decisions tonight.” My voice was low and dangerous, “I aim to make sure it's their last”
I put the phone down and moved to my suitcase on the bed, flicking i
t open, and I brought out a loaded gun, the anger within me boiling like wildfire, sharp contrast to the cold heavy gun in my hand.