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My phone buzzes with another message from him.
Be careful of the choices you make, mon trésor.
That’s it.
A warning to be careful of my choices. It makes me want to puke again that my father still calls mehis treasure.He’s so fucking deranged. His threat rattles me more than I would like to admit, but I still feel like I’ve won. I’m out of his reach, and I told him no for the very first time.
That’s a win in my book.
It’s a small step, but a step in the right direction.
I close his text message thread and return to my conversation with the girls. They’ve moved on talking about a new bag Nya bought today that Tara has been searching for at different stores all over her country. The moment has passed for me to tell them I love them, so I just reply to what I can. Which isn’t much, since I have no idea what the fuck is so great about this bag.
Half an hour later, a heavy hand wrapping around my torso gets my attention. Alex pulls me across the bed and against his chest. His cock digs into my ass, and then his lips are on my neck. A jolt of arousal skitters over my skin. I toss my phone aside and turn to him, rubbing up against his hard length. He smiles against my lips.
“You owe me an orgasm, Mr. Duke.”
SEVENTEEN
ALEXANDER
Today’sas good of a day as it can be this time of the year.
The sky is partly overcast, with thick grey clouds floating in a grey-blue sky. The sun peeks out through the cracks every now and then. It’s deceptively bright because there isn’t any heat in the air.
Alize and I are sitting on one of the patios—this one is on the third floor, with a view of the west gardens—eating brunch. I ended up giving her more than the one orgasm I owed her. It ended up being close to six. By the time we realised we were hungry, it was already time for lunch.
I look over at Alize, busy nibbling away on her croissant. I’ve memorised the way she eats her favourite breakfast food by now. No matter how small or how soft the croissant is, she always picks it apart into tiny little pieces before she eats. Sometimes, she’ll use her fingers, other times she’ll use a fork, but Alize willneverjust take a bite of the thing like a normal person.
Her cheeks are flushed from the cold—or the vigorous love making, who really knows—and her hair falls around her shoulders in a shock of wild curls. Just the way I like it. She’s wearing more clothes than I would like right now, though. The turtleneck hides the love marks I left all over her neck, though one of them peeks out from the top of her collar. She looks happy and satisfied—but also so fucking sexy.
Blood rushes southward. As a sliver of sunlight shines through the spotty cloud cover, her engagement ring glimmers on her hand. My chest swells. Even though I was drunk as fuck when I bought that ring, I’m so happy I did. She’s mine.
Every inch of her is mine, and that’s enough to make my day, every single time.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Alize asks, narrowing her eyes playfully. She picks her bone china teacup from the table gingerly, taking a sip of her tea.
I’m making quick work of my own breakfast. “Would you rather I not look at you?”
She rolls her eyes, her lips twisting into a downward smile. “I like it when you look at me,” she says. “But you look like you’re scheming.”
“Scheming?” I laugh. “That’s such a sinister adjective. I think the word you’re looking for isadmiring.” Then, when the bashfulness from my compliment hits, I add, “Or, scheming to fuck you again, maybe.”
Alize looks away from me with a shy smile, her gaze settling on the bit of tea she spilled on the saucer earlier. “So soon?” There’s some incredulousness in her voice. “I’m so sore I can barely stand.”
She has one of her hands stretched out on the side of the table. I reach over and take it in mine, wrapping my fingers around her wrist. This wrought iron table feels a hair too small, which I like. We’re sitting closer than we would at a typical breakfast table. I love how if I lean just a bit forward, I can catch a whiff of her vanilla-scented skin.
“That’s your reminder of me.” I swipe my thumb around the joint right by her wrist.
She snorts. “As if I needed another one.” I quirk an eyebrow, and her eyes widen, possibly because she catches on I have no idea what she’s talking about. “I mean, that you leave so many reminders of you on me all the time. My love marks barely fade before you give me more.”
“That’s the way it should be,” I say. “I’m never going to stop.”
We plan for the day as we finish up our breakfast. After how refreshing it was to just sit with her in the parking lot and eat a cheap burger, I want to do something like that again. Well, maybe notthat. But we can go sight-seeing at least. I’ve seen it all a million times, but Alize can make anything feel like a brand-new experience.
“Have you ever been to London before?” I ask. “We could go sight-seeing.”
Alize doesn’t even think about it. She shakes her head so vigorously she nearly drops the fork she’s holding. “We’re a bit too far from it to go, aren’t we?”
