Chapter 394
Yes, I'm amused that she walked in, it's even better than I hoped for.
She stands stock still and he has to fumble with himself and his clothes while still against me, so she doesn't get a full-on pornographic eyeful. She doesn't seem to have any intention of looking away either. He pulls away dragging my dress down with him to cover my modesty and I barely move to help him. Not caring one iota if she sees me nude.
I stay for a moment, with eyes fixed on her, locked in a battle of snarled hatred and make unhurried, deliberate movements to cover myself in my position. Alexi sliding me off the desk to my feet, as I'm not doing it, and he turns away to button his trousers properly.
No one talks while we return everything to decent. I continue to look her way with a satisfied, smug expression, hoping to convey how unperturbed I am by her interruption. I feel like a sassy cat sharpening its claws in readiness for a territorial battle. I just marked my territory by pissing on her lawn.
"What on earth do you think you are doing? Defiling my room with this trash!" She slaps on an overhead light and storms into the room fully, pulling the door shut behind her in case anyone catches a whiff of what is going on. I presume that would be worse than death for her, to have this little shameful scene on show.
Alexi rights himself and turns back to face her, stony expression, no hint of anything, and I really have not an ounce of remorse. I don't know what I was expecting from him if she caught us, maybe remorse or an apology, but he seems to have gone the opposite way. Alexi is in full-blown hostile defiance, and I wonder if this was the face he wore whenever she caught him being naughty as a kid.
He reacts to conflict in aggressive ways; maybe if she hadn't insulted me and had a go at discovering us, he would handle this a whole lot differently, but she has pushed his "fuck" and "you" and "die" button. Awoken his prick mode, and good luck with that. Even I know the only way around this version of him, is to breathe, calm down and back off, and come back at him with gentle handling. Even if he is in the wrong.
Softly softly wins the war with Lexi baby.
She clearly never learned that lesson in his entire life.
I'm kind of glad she caught us and hope she has to burn the desk, forever picturing Alexi fucking his hooker wife every time she comes in here. It's wonderful.
"Avoiding you." He points out dryly and I flick a sideways glance at him. Waiting for the apology because I know he didn't want to do this in here; there must be some semblance of shame inside him for crossing a boundary in his mother's study. He looks closed off and still, like the scary predator he can be, and I simmer a little, trying to feel him out.
"OUR house. Do you forget I was both born and raised here, and this room used to be the place you locked me in anytime I was bad? Do you remember that? Sending me in here for hours on end to think about my behaviour, in the dark, because you told me you didn't want to lay eyes on something as flawed as me. As for my trashy wife pushing me, did she look like she was the one being dominating on your desk? I have a mind of my own and march to no one's beat but mine. Did you learn nothing from a lifetime of knowing me?" Lexi's tone completely changes, and I blink at him in surprise, not only for him taking blame for what I obviously orchestrated, but also looking around the room once more and trying to picture using it as a den of punishment when he was a child.
Locking him away, making him feel isolated.
And why in the dark? What kind of cruelty is that?
This room is pitch black even in the day, so I cannot imagine how a little boy would feel being locked in here and told he was not allowed a light on. I wonder if it's why he never has the rooms in complete darkness at home. He always has low lights on. He has them everywhere and on a timer, so soon as it gets dark, they come on to create peaceful glows, and the apartments are rarely dark. It never dawned on me before how he never has complete darkness, ever.
The bitch scarred him.
"What did I ever do to deserve a son like you?" She almost spits it at him, smashing down the boxed gift on a side unit, startling me so I jump in fright and almost lose my heart through my mouth. She flies back around to face us, snarling, hating the very sight of us; I just cross my arms across my boobs, pushing them up and jut my hip out as I face her with attitude. Complete bitch mode incited, and I take on that good old catty stance of a girl who's not about to take any shit from anyone, least of all her.
"The question should be what did he ever do to deserve a mother like you? From where I'm standing the only one who deserves to be locked in a dark room is the arsehole in front of me." I snort in repulsion at the rancid woman, and she almost breaks her neck whipping around to glare at me. Our eyes lock and the tension sizzles with the heavy fog of nastiness. Alexi walks to beside me and slides a hand around my upper arm to guide me away from her piercing laser beam stare and tries to manoeuvre me to turn away. Maybe sensing she is psycho enough to fly at me, she is definitely brimming with violent intent.
"We're going. I'm not doing this again. Goodbye, Mother." He says it to both of us, lifting a brow that emphasises how serious he is, and I guess he doesn't want this scene to pan out. He's done and he just wants to leave before he snaps. I can feel him brimming with that restless negative energy that's usually followed by sadistic behaviour and I relent, knowing he is trying to rein himself in. My need to protect him overwhelms me, and I know getting him out and away from her is what he needs. That and a stiff drink or ten.
"What is that supposed to mean?" She accuses, following us as we make it to the door and slams a hand on the handle as he reaches for it, blocking our way and making it clear we don't get to leave while she has a bone to pick. I can imagine the bully she was when he was a child as she stands there trying to intimidate us, forgetting she is the shortest one here. If I was a lesser woman, I would find her terrifying, but instead, I lift a brow at her and just laugh out a "pfft" noise in her face. Ignoring her question.
"Really? Are we your prisoners now, dahling? Going to spank our bums? I might like it, so go ahead." I chuckle at the stupidity of the woman and shove her hand off by leaning down and tugging her wrist away without a care for her reaction. She's small and thin and I'm sure I could take her, although Alexi would probably never let her get near me.
She acts as though I have full-blown slapped her in the face when I let go. Lurching back, grasping her hand and gasping dramatically, eyes widening as she looks his way in faux victim horror.
"How dare you touch me, you rancid whore! That's assault!" She snaps at me, but I don't get a chance to respond. While I'm busy self-imploding to explosive lava proportions, Alexi spins me out of the way so he puts himself between us, and towers over her menacingly.