Chapter 35 XXXV.
The five-days deadline Mr. Ricci gave to me passed in a blur. Or rather, today is the last day, and tonight is the dinner with the Riccis where Mr. Ricci was going to announce the date for the engagement party and the wedding.
By now, I have long accepted my fate. Alessandra and I have been going on dates throughout the days and spending a lot of quality time together. There were some kisses here and there, but I always stopped things from getting too far. I know it makes her uncomfortable, but I couldn't help myself.
With Alessandra, I felt absolutely nothing when we kiss. I feel horrible, but when we kiss I always close my eyes to imagine that it's Alessandro.
Just that Alessandro wasn't soft and feminine, and he could pick me up and toss me around as he pleases. With all those details, it's hard to imagine that she's Alessandro.
As for Alessandro, the last time I saw him was the day we came back from France. He stopped coming to the office entirely, and I don't even catch a glimpse of him whenever I go to visit Alessandra. It's like he was avoiding me completely.
I tried not to let it affect me, but I couldn't help it. Not having him around is kind of boring, and I don't get any work done because I'm always distracted.
Today I even have a meeting with a client, and I'm kind of missing Alessandro, considering I've been taking him to all my meetings. Going without him feels kind of strange.
The door to my office opened all of a sudden. I jumped in shock and stared toward the door. My heart jumped to my throat when I found the source of my thoughts looking at me.
He stood there, green eyes cold as ice, face in a scowl, dressed in a dark fitting suit with his hands in his pocket. He looked so handsome, and he made my mouth water.
For a moment neither of us said anything and just kept staring at each other. It took a moment for me to find my voice.
"Ale… Alessandro, what are you doing here?"
He raised a brow at my silly question. "Last I remember, I was undergoing training under your care."
I blinked. "Oh… I… well, you haven't been at work for a while and I… I…"
"You what?" he said coldly, and I tried not to flinch.
"Never mind." It's better I don't say anything to trigger what happened between us in France.
He scoffed and continued. "Anyway, Grandpa told me there was a meeting today. That's why I came."
"Oh." I got up from the desk and arranged some files with shaking hands. Why am I so nervous? "Well, we can leave now if—"
He lifted a black tie to eye level. "You'll have to help me fix my tie first."
I gulped in discomfort. I don't think I can handle being close to Alessandro right now. "I'll get Tina to do it."
I hurried toward the door, but his words stopped me. "If you're not going to do it for me, then forget about it."
There was something dark in his tone of voice that had me walking toward him in hesitant steps.
I just want to fix his tie, nothing else.
Alessandro watched me like he was a predator ready to pounce on his prey, and that look made all the hairs on my body stand at attention.
I tried to reach out and take the tie from him, but before I knew what was going on, Alessandro pulled it out of my reach and leaned in, crushing his lips against mine in a hard, desperate kiss.
Before I would fall under his spell, I pushed him back a little. "Alessandro, let's not—"
He removed my hands from his chest and crushed his lips to mine again.
He wheeled us around and crushed me to the wall, kissing me passionately.
I couldn't hold back anymore. Alessandro drove me crazy, and I can't take it anymore.
I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him back passionately.
I felt his mouth spread into a smile against mine before sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. A soft moan rippled out of my throat, but Alessandro was quick to swallow it as our tongues tangled against each other.
He only pulled away to let me breathe and regained my lips in the middle of my inhale to peck my lips over and over again with a satisfied hum each time.
"Fuck, you taste so good," he sighed and kissed me again.
"Sandro," I moaned softly as he made a path from my face down to my neck with his lips.
"You smell so good, Rowan. So fucking good, and you make me so hard."
His hands were greedy in their pursuit of rubbing everything they could touch before settling on my waist. He grabbed onto me, using the contact to drag me closer to him and rock my body against his.
I moaned when I felt his hard-on pressing into my stomach.
Fuck, I wanted him so bad!
And the logical part of my brain told me that this is wrong.
I pulled away from Alessandro again. His eyes were dark with lust, but this is wrong. We can't do this.
"Alessandro, let's not do this," I pleaded with all the self-control in my body.
His lips came upon my ear. "I won't let you lie to me this time, Rowan," he whispered hoarsely, and each hot breath made my dick ache. "Swear to me that you don't want me. Swear it, and I promise I'll leave you alone and never look back again."
My heart ached.
He would leave and never look back? He wouldn't chase after me again? He would give up on me?
Why do I hate the thought of that?
Without saying a word, my lips captured Alessandro's again. This time there was no hesitation.
He helped me shrug off my suit and take off my tie.
In a second, his hand fisted my shirt. There was a sharp twist, a muffled rip of fabric, and he spun me around, chest and cheek slammed against the concrete wall.
I grunted, more surprised than in pain. I didn't expect Alessandro to be so rough.
"I want you, Rowan… why the fuck can't you see that I want you bad!"
Alessandro's words were dark and thick with desire. His other hand slid down my side, rough and possessive. He yanked my trousers and briefs down in one swift, brutal motion.
There was no gentle preparation, no tender words.
Alessandro spat into his palm, slicked himself with a few rough strokes, and then he was pushing into me.
I cried out as the stretch burned, the unforgiving wall grinding against my cheekbone.
Alessandro was big, but he wasn't as gentle as the first time. He sheathed himself to the hilt in one relentless thrust that forced the air out of my lungs.
"Fuck, Rowan, you're so tight," he growled, his hips already setting a punishing rhythm.
Each drive forward was a claim, hammering me into the unyielding wall.
My knuckles were white as I braced myself. Pleasure and pain twisted together.
I could feel the heat of Alessandro's body plastering against my back, the dampness of sweat already forming between us, the sounds of skin slapping against skin in the office.
I was glad my office is soundproof.
Alessandro's hand sneaked around, his fingers digging into my hips to hold me steady.
Any protest I might have had melted into ragged moans. My own body betrayed me, and I was arching back into the onslaught, meeting each drive with a desperate push of my own.
"That's it, Rowan," Alessandro snarled, his breath hot and ragged. "Take it. All of it."
My climax tore through me at the sound of his voice. It ripped a raw shout from my throat as I spilled over Alessandro's fist and onto the concrete wall.
Alessandro followed suit with a low, satisfied groan, spilling his warmth deep once more before relaxing against my back as we tried to catch our breath.
Our meeting at ten was completely forgotten, and I couldn't help but feel guilty because once again, I cheated on Alessandra with her twin brother.