Chapter 25 chapter 25
Chapter 25 chapter 25
In Love with the CEO
Chapter 25
Author:
ALEX
Mom: “If you’re done, clear the floor.”
With those words, she returns to her room, and we burst out laughing together.
Alexander: “If she complains about the noise, I think she’ll leave the house in the next few minutes.”
Me: “What do you mean by that?”
Alexander, with a sly smile: “Where’s your room?”
I want to ask why, but he silences me with one of those kisses that melts me. When I regain my senses, I lead him to my room. He locks the door twice, presses me against it, and kisses me passionately before moving to my neck, caressing my thighs up to the tops of my buttocks. He pulls at my shirt, making the buttons pop off one by one.
I slip my hands under his polo to touch those chocolate abs I’ve been denied for so long. He lifts me, and I instinctively wrap my legs around his hips. He takes my breasts between his lips, cold and wet—my God, at this moment, I don’t care that my mother is nearby. I sigh with such pleasure, feeling hypersensitive to his caresses for some reason.
He moves to the bed and lays me down. My panties end up on the floor, and he kneels before me, placing his head between my thighs. When I feel his tongue on my sensitive spot, I tremble, as if an electric shock is coursing through my body. His tongue’s movements make it impossible to stay still—I can’t stop squirming. I start moaning loudly without even realizing it. When he slips two fingers inside me, I’m hit again by a wave of pleasure that carries me to paradise. I thought I’d known pleasure last time, but this is on another level.
Me, moaning louder: “My… my heart, I’m coming… I’m coming…”
He keeps torturing me with pleasure until I climax again, my legs trembling. He stands up, smiling, and kisses me again. This time, I wrap my arms around his neck, running my fingers through his hair.
Alexander: “I’m not done with you yet.”
Me: “My mother’s next door. What are you making me do?”
Alexander, grinning: “Do you want me to stop?”
Me, embarrassed: “…”
Alexander: “It’s not like I’m giving you a choice.”
This time, he positions himself between my thighs, leaving hickeys on my neck before moving to my breasts, cupping and sucking them one after the other. I feel his hard, hot erection burning against me, and all I want is for him to become one with me. He knows it, so he teases every part of my body except the one I’m aching for.
I try to pull him closer, and when he finally ends the long wait, it’s ecstasy. He starts with slow thrusts, making me moan even louder. He turns me onto my hands and knees and continues. I arch my back to take him deeper, moving my hips despite his hands gripping them. He speeds up, but when he feels me tightening around him, he slows down—what is he doing?
Me, struggling to speak: “Please, don’t stop.”
Alexander, in a husky voice: “Promise me you’ll never leave me again.”
Me: “I promise.”
Alexander: “Never again?”
Me: “Never again, please keep going…”
He picks up the pace, and after a few more thrusts, I climax, and he follows moments later.
He lies beside me and pulls me into his arms. I think this is the first time I’ve felt so much affection from him all at once, but a few moments later, I’m overcome with a fit of laughter.
Alexander, surprised: “What’s so funny?”
Me, trying to stop: “I feel like my mother’s going to kill me.”
Alexander: “I won’t give her the chance. I’m leaving with my wife. I’m not letting you stay here another minute.”
Me: “No, you go, and I’ll join you later.”
Alexander: “That’s out of the question. I’m not moving from here without you.”
Me, burying my face in his neck: “Just give me a few hours. I have some things to sort out here alone, and I’ll join you later. Plus, I want to surprise Julia, so you go prepare the ground until I get there.”
Alexander, pretending not to be offended: “Okay.”
We spend more time in each other’s arms before parting. Unfortunately, I don’t have a shower in my room, so he’ll clean up at home. When he leaves, I head to the bathroom for a long shower before settling at my desk. I can’t stop smiling, thinking about what just happened here. I think this will be a good goodbye to my childhood room. This time, I’m sure I won’t come back.
I grab my bag and pull out the letter from my father I’d kept inside. I’m a bit anxious about what’s in it, but I tell myself it’s the past—whatever it contains won’t change my life.
“My dear daughter, my little Alex, if you’re reading this letter today, it means I’m no longer in this world. I write these words with the ink of my pain and all the regrets that have ripened inside me over these last years. Today, you’re a woman, perhaps a mother, and I hope you can understand the choice I had to make. I’m so sorry for hurting the little girl you were. I’m so sorry that little girl felt abandoned, neglected. I’m so sorry for all the questions that little girl must have asked without ever getting answers.
When I met your mother, I was in a very complicated period of my life, which I chose to hide from her. It was a passionate love, but like a fire in a storm, that love quickly burned out. But from that love, my little princess was born. I loved you even before you were born. I adored you the day I met you for the first time in the maternity ward. But my past caught up with me, and I had to choose between my little princess and my family. It was the hardest choice I’ve ever had to make in my life. I know that choice must have hurt you because it broke my heart forever. I didn’t leave you because I didn’t love you or because you weren’t a good girl. I left because you’ve always been a strong little girl with a mother who could stand tall in a whirlwind, while for your brothers, that wasn’t the case. Taking you with me would’ve meant separating a mother from her child—a truly horrible thing to do.
I had to let my little princess become a queen far from me, far from the love I had for her, far from her smile and the love she felt for me. Your mother was so hurt that she cut all ties with me. That woman who loved me, for whom I was everything, I let her down with a child in her arms. She had to raise you alone, like the warrior she is, and my punishment was watching you grow up from afar…
I hope one day you’ll find a place in your heart to try to forgive me. Be happy, my daughter…
I love you, my baby,
Your Dad”
When I finish reading, I wipe away a few tears that escaped. Despite everything, my dad loved me. I know I’ll never understand the choice he made, but I won’t judge him either, since I don’t know what I would’ve done in his situation.
I pack my bags and bring them to the living room. I lock my door behind me and go knock on my mother’s door before entering. When I step into her room, she’s sitting on the bed, fuming. She could probably strangle me if she had the chance. I hold back a laugh because even I think what we just did was a bit inappropriate, but it’s like it made things spicier, because during the act, I felt everything more intensely.
Mom: “Where did you find such a poorly mannered man? If that’s how white people do things, let me tell you, you have African roots, and we don’t do that here. I thought I raised you better than this, doing such things in my house in my presence. You’re truly shameless.”
Me: “I’m sorry, Mom.”
Mom: “Don’t be. That man has already corrupted you and turned your head. I hope for his sake he’ll witness the same scene with his own kids.”
Me: “Mom, you’re going too far. I came to tell you I’m leaving. I’m going back to my husband.”
Mom, in a neutral tone: “Good riddance.”
Me: “By the way, I forgot to mention, I received a letter from my father explaining some things about the past, why he made his decision. He left me a third of everything he owned, but I don’t plan to accept it.”
Mom, standing up: “See how that penis has made you stupid? Sometimes I wonder if I’m the one who gave birth to you or if they accidentally swapped my baby at the hospital. You’re truly devoid of intelligence.”
Me, sighing: “I have the right to accept or not.”
Mom: “You’re foolish, useless child. If you think you don’t need all that, think about me, who suffered to raise you in poverty under people’s mocking stares. Do you want me to die in shame and humiliation? Ungrateful child.”
Me: “Mom, no need to throw all these insults at me. I’ll try to make a decision after careful thought.”
I think she’s not entirely wrong. After everything we’ve been through together, I believe she deserves to enjoy what she was deprived of.
Mom: “Know that if you let them keep everything, don’t bring your long, skinny feet back to my house. You won’t even be allowed to come to my funeral. When people have kids, I must’ve farted in the air.”
I don’t respond. I grab my suitcases, close the door behind me, and think to myself that my life starts now.