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Chapter14
I handed the woman at the counter, Brenda, her normal order of a large soy latte with an extra shot of espresso and two pumps of vanilla. I gave her a friendly smile as she walked out of The Busy Bean.
I just smiled, like everything was normal. Like it as just a normal, everyday morning.
Nothing about this was normal.
I kept looking at my reflection in every glass surface to make sure there wasn't some big sign above my head in blinking neon letters announcing that I wasn't a virgin any longer.
Sure, that was an overreaction, but I never expected my first time to be anything like that. Between being chauffeured to the fancy restaurant, to the orgasm, to the mansion, to the sex itself, I didn’t know which way was up. Then there was the mind-blowing animalistic way Alek had taken over my body and mind.
And the night hadn't ended there. After we recuperated on Alek's bed that might have actually been a cloud masquerading as a bed, he took me to a shower that was big enough to be a whole darn water park. Then he made love to me again, this time so agonizingly slow, it was almost a torture in itself.
It was only afterward that I finally fell asleep in his arms.
I don't know if he got any rest. Every time I opened my eyes, he was touching me, rubbing me, petting me in some way, shape or form. It was as though he couldn't believe I was actually there.
He said I would be able to go into work today, but I thought he'd been lying.
He'd not only gotten me up on time, but he'd gotten me up early enough to take me again, waking me up with his head between my thighs, and then quickly and thoroughly using my sore but all too willing pussy.
Then he showed me the closet where he'd very disturbingly had an entire wardrobe of clothing for me.
At first, I'd been disturbed to see all the women’s clothing hanging there, but then I saw all the tags. These were brand new items he'd purchased specifically for me.
He kept saying that I was his, but I was only just now starting to believe him. And I was becoming aptly freaked out by the possibility.
He'd been overwhelming, which was an understatement. He'd been a hurricane. A full-on natural disaster. But I was just a boring virgin girl from a trailer. I hated the term trailer trash, but I'm pretty sure a guy like Alek would call me trailer trash in a heartbeat.
I figured he'd get bored and move on when some prettier girl caught his eye.
And now he had a closet full of clothes for me?
Alek being crazy, well, that was kind of a thing. But what on earth had come over me last night?
The dinner had been nice. The food was good. Alek was handsome and even charming sometimes. I managed to forget how intense and terrifying he could be.
But as soon as we were alone, it was like something inside me snapped. This sexual being exploded from within, and I was gone.
I never considered saying no. I hadn't wanted to. I wanted Alek inside me with a passion and desire unlike anything I'd ever felt.
And that wasn't an exaggeration. My dating life was pitiful, mainly due to lack of interest. Why date if there were no good options around? Sure, I didn't go out much. I was too busy with school and making ends meet to socialize a lot.
And if you feel no sexual desire, why would you go out looking for a sexual partner? It had been a very comfortable existence.
And now here I was, rinsing out a blender, and every time I moved, my pussy simultaneously ached and reminded me that I could be getting filled by Alek right now if I hadn't left.
My phone dinged from my apron, so I snatched it out to look at the message Alek sent. I was officially obsessed.
How does your pussy feel?
Ugh. How did he know? I glanced around, wondering if he was watching. Even if he was watching, it wasn't like a camera could pick up the innermost thoughts of my vagina.
I was just being paranoid. Horny and paranoid. After my shift, I would go back to my apartment, collect my books for school and things would go back to some semblance of normal.
If Alek wanted to spend more time together, I was open to that, but we were going to actually have a conversation about it. No more of this carting me off without talking to me about it first.
Now that we'd slept together and he knew I wasn't averse to the idea of a more serious relationship, maybe he would hear me out.
Or maybe he wouldn't. My phone dinged again, so I brought it out immediately like Pavlov's dog drooling for a treat.
Except it wasn't Alek. It was Becks who was very rightfully mad at me for never coming home last night.
I'd messaged her as soon as I'd remembered, but that had already been way past when she'd gotten home from closing Carlito's. She was out her mind with worry.
I'd never stayed out all night. Ever. Let alone doing it without even a message letting her know I was on a date. Her anger was warranted. I was dealing with that anger in the very adult way of simply not talking to her, but instead messaging profuse apologies.
If I talked to Becks in person or over the phone, the only excuse I could offer was that I was basically forced to go on a date with a guy that I then voluntarily slept with and planned on seeing again.
Yep. Didn’t see that conversation going great. So, for now, my best friend in the world was going to have to have a cool-down period while I tried to figure out how I could translate Alek into normal human.
Which was impossible.
I tried to focus on the dishes, inhaling the comforting smell of coffee and cream. Normal and comforting. All things that would help me fall into my routine so I could pretend my life wasn't totally tilted on its axis.
The bell above the door rang to announce that a new customer entered, so I turned to offer my normal greeting. But any fake smile immediately fell off of my face.
It was Borya.
