Chapter 27

Chapter 27

ALEXANDER STONE

If there is anything I hate, it's another man touching my woman.

I filled my glass with bourbon and swallowed a few gulps. The warm buzz wash over me while the woman on bended knees in front of me gagged her mouth with the length of my cock.

After dropping off Diana, I turned the car around, without looking back, to my other regular place. A penthouse for dirty intentions.

I needed the kind of company that was raw. Dirty, fast and anonymous. I hit up 'Date For The Night' and they sent me this blonde with a hint of pink strands.

I close my eyes, trying to shut down the image running through my head. The vivid view of Diana kissing the worst of them of them all - Maverick Phoenix.

Why the hell did I approve of inviting that bastard again? Oh I remember, I wanted that bastard to see how I could turn the controversy in my favor. I wanted him to see that nothing could mar me.

And Diana... Was that another scheme? The nerve of her to kiss another man while pregnant with my child!

No common decency at all. But then what do I expect from a woman who premeditated a mischievous plan to get in my bed, fall pregnant and is now my wife-to-be?

Don't get me wrong, this feeling of anger and resentment isn't because I care for her, it's because of my child.

As the moon cast an eerie glow upon her face, I found myself thrusting in and out of the temp as her legs rested on my hips. The air was heavy with a sense of anger and I couldn't help but feel drawn to the darkness that came out of me.

Her eyes, filled with a haunting intensity, locked onto mine as she moaned.

I trap a handful of her hair into a lock in my palm and continued to fuck her, grabbing one of her bobbing tits into my mouth, sucking and grazing the bud with my teeth.

She muffled, stifled, and eventually let out a scream of pleasure as I increased the pace. I was close to my climax too.

I choked her and the sight of tears falling down the corners of her eyes ignited me more and quickened my release.

After easing her off my waist and setting her legs on the floor, I find my way to the toilet. As the jets of water rained on me, my heart found its tempo.

By the time I was done and stepped into the room, blondie was gone. It's a good thing they stick to the rules. Well, I guess I pay enough to have the Smarties.

The rage that I felt, I channeled and took it out on the girl. It's how I have always dealt with my emotions. But, with Diana, it was different. I was sober, mentally. Almost similar to how I felt with Sophia during the honeymoon phase of our relationship.

If there's one thing I detest, it's sharing. I. Don't. Share. Which was why I felt betrayed when I found out about Sophia cheating. And she thinking that showing up to the engagement and kissing me would ignite or rather rekindle how I used to feel about her, is just a sheer hallucination.

And then there's Diana. In the embrace of another man.

When I return to the mansion, I fight the urge to go see her in her room. It's against the contract even though she broke it first when she spied on me.

I was filled with so much rage when I saw her in the arms of that bastard. That lunatic. What was really this woman's mission? She had the nerve to kiss another man with my child in her...

That justifies my anger, right?

I mean who in their right mind would do such a thing?

I wanted to stay back at the penthouse and sleep but, I had a strong feeling that the dreams would pay me a visit if I stayed there. So I hurry to my safe haven instead. One that now has an intruder. An intruder carrying my child. An intruder who had the nerve to kiss another man at her own engagement party.

I caught a glimpse of her through the tiny line of opening between the door and the door frame.

She was fast asleep. There is this saying that there is no sleep for the wicked but I guess in Diana's world, it is nonexistent.

As I stand here, silently observing, the room is enveloped in a hushed stillness. The soft glow of the moonlight gently caresses her face, casting delicate shadows across her features. My heart feels heavy with the weight of what I witnessed earlier, the image of her lips touching another's etched into my mind. Yet, at this moment, as she peacefully slumbers, it's as if time stands still. The rise and fall of her chest, the rhythmic sound of her breathing. Emotions swirl within me, a mix of hurt, confusion, and a longing for answers; All of which are alien to me.

I am not supposed to be here. I'm battling between leaving or watching for a minute more. Eventually, I stand still - at least for now.

I can think of at least ten things I want to do to her right now to teach her a lesson but, I am restrained by the thought of my unborn child.

For starters, I will scrub her lips and brush her mouth clean until they're sore and then kiss her without mercy. It's going to hurt her and maybe that will make her feel the anger I felt - still feeling.

Her waist, he touched her there too. I should burn that dress she wore.

I bury my hand in my hair in disbelief. I am standing mere inches away from the woman I dislike and having these silly thoughts about her. I am supposed to hate her and not feel like tearing her apart with kisses a sweet nothings.

Diana Thorton, there is no reason for me to still feel the same way I felt on the night of the ball.