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I wasn’t close to Mr. Romano. I had only spoken to him twice, so there wasn’t any relationship between us except that he would be my child’s grandfather. Despite this, I knew how much Alexander loved his father. I could still remember how his eyes would twinkle and shine whenever he spoke of his father. I still remembered how envious I had been, wondering if he would ever look at me like that.
Despite my limited interaction with Alexander’s father, I could see how honorable he had been. He was the one that had pushed for Alexander to take responsibility for our child. Despite my endangered life, he still sent men to watch over me. If not for that act, who knew what would have happened if the Saconne family had succeeded in doing whatever they wanted to do with me? Would they have kidnapped and used me as a bargaining chip against the Romano family or killed me outright?
As I folded my clothes to put them in my suitcase, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My memory took me to the moment before everything had gone to hell when Alexander stood behind me with his arms wrapped around me. The both of us had stood together in front of the mirror with smiles, unaware of news that would have shattered our peace.
I also had Mr. Romano to thank for the progress of my and Alexander’s relationship. We wouldn't have become this close if he hadn’t forced us to live together in hiding. Regardless of everything, I had a lot to thank Mr. Romano for.
I didn’t know what to do with the abrupt change in plans but no matter what, I knew I would stay by Alexander’s side through thick and thin. I was apprehensive of the violence that would ensue on our return to Manhattan, but there was no way I would abandon Alexander to face everything on his own.
I only hoped we would make it out alive.
Busy packing and immersing myself in the good memories we had shared with a couple of breaks, time quickly passed, and before I knew it, it was already evening. I had gone downstairs to eat something and was returning to my room when I heard sobbing from Alexander’s. It wasn’t loud. It sounded like he was trying not to be heard, and my heart ached that he was alone.
I didn’t hesitate to open the door, and there he was, so small and fragile in exhaustion, looking up at me with tired and red-rimmed eyes.
"Aryana."
"I know," I responded simply, ignoring the ache in my chest at how completely defeated Alexander’s voice sounded. It was rough, as if his throat was dry and deep from how tired he looked. I stepped into his space, tugged him up from his seat on his bed, and pressed the softest of kisses to his greasy, matted hair.
"It's okay. I know. I've got you." That was the only thing I could say. It was the only thing I could say to assure him I wasn’t going anywhere.
Alexander didn’t put up a fight when I dragged him from his bed to the bathroom. I gently coaxed him inside, stripping him silently before removing my clothes. I had already showered, but it was not a big deal. Alexander could probably smell the soap I had used after having freshened up not too long ago, but he didn’t say anything.
No words were needed yet, anyway, and I could see that Alexander appreciated that I wouldn’t force it. We would talk when he was ready and when the thoughts he couldn't seem to formulate would make some sense.
And then I brought him under the warm spray, and my hands ran through his hair and skin. I saw Alexander get lost in it, letting me clean him down so delicately. I treated him as if he was made of glass, a porcelain doll being handled with care. I caressed his hair gently while cleaning the grime from his strands. I hoped he felt pampered and freed himself from all the dark thoughts plaguing his mind for a little while.
On the small shelf in the shower was shampoo, conditioner, and body wash, all in that exact order. Just behind the body wash was a small bottle which I saw was lube. We must have left it here after one of our frisky encounters. My fingers dug into his muscles, thumbs pressing firmly on the sides of his spine and working circles into his hips.
I then took the bottle of lube and popped the cap before wordlessly handing it over to Alexander. Alexander looked at me as if asking whether I was sure, and I nodded. He needed this to feel something other than the pain and grief he kept drowning himself in. He pushed me out of the water just enough that my back rested against the cool tile wall. He then pressed our bodies together and kissed my temple as he lifted one of my legs to rest on his hip and reached down to circle lubed fingers around my lower lips.
I sighed contentedly and let my body weight rest mostly against him. My arms circled his shoulders weakly, and I pressed my face against it. I closed my eyes, simply letting myself feel, quieting my mind as Alexander cared for me. He was warm towards me and felt real and firm. It turned out that he was not the only one that needed this. Both of us needed this.
His fingers worked me open, slowly and surely, not to get me off but to stretch me out. I kept my eyes closed and relaxed with each added digit, breathing through my nose as I snuggled closer to Alexander. This was relaxing and soothing to the two of us.
The fingers left my body, and the water was turned off. Alexander then wrapped us both in towels. I felt empty but kept quiet as I watched him put the lube back on the shelf. I offered to do it as I had meant to be the one to take care of him and not the other way around as it was turning out to be, but Alexander refused my help.
“Let me do it.” I softly insisted, but Alexander shook his head.
“I know you want to take care of me, but I want to be the one to take care of you. I need this.” His eyes were full of pleading, and it was then that I understood. He wanted to take care of me because he hadn’t been able to care for his father. He wanted to feel as if he was doing something useful.
“You know it’s not like that.” The small smile I gave him was tinged with sadness.
“I know, but it will make me feel better.” He insisted.
I looked at him with kindness and understanding and stood up to press my lips against his forehead. Though I agreed to let him take over, I wasn’t going to hand all the control over to him. I would comfort him where I could.
I dried myself quickly and then dried him off, making sure my nails scratched lightly through his freshly washed hair just as he liked it. I kissed him deeply and sweetly before slipping my hand into his and leading us back to his bed.
I laid on the bed first before he crawled on top of me. Then I realized we still needed the lube, but it appeared Alexander could read my mind because he got up and returned to the bathroom before emerging with the lube in his hand and crawling around onto me. However, I changed our positions to stay on top this time.
The lube was brought out again, and I never broke eye contact as he slicked his already hard cock up with it. It never did take him long to get hard in my presence, especially after working me open when we had stood under the stream of the shower. Shuffling his ass forward just a little, he pulled me close to help me slowly sink onto his cock. Once my ass was flushed against his lap and he was to the hilt, he sighed, and I could see the exact moment that all the stress left his body.
“Thank you.” He whispered.
His arms wrapped around my waist, and I closed my eyes with a smile.
This.
