Alexander's POV
I never thought I'd find myself in the apartment of the woman I spent the night with. But here I was — standing in front of her while I questioned her.
All through the day, I had my mind on her even when I didn't wish to. When I was about to leave the office, I found that she left her work badge.
I was meant to ignore it. But, I needed an excuse to see her, and this was the perfect one.
Now, I could see how flustered she was. Maybe I didn't want to forget her. Maybe I wanted more from her.
"Serena... are you really going to pretend that nothing happened between us last night?" I asked her.
I could see a panic flash through her eyes as she twisted her fingers nervously.
She didn't speak. I observed her, and I could see the faint rise and fall of her chest. My lips curved satisfactorily. I was glad that I had this effect on her.
I smirked faintly and leaned closer to her. "Or... are you going to pretend that I am your boss and nothing more?" I asked her as my eyes trailed from her face to her chest.
I gulped. Her shirt was partly unbuttoned and her b**bs were in full display for me. I licked my lips as I recalled how my tongue swirled on her boobs.
She already seemed to notice my gaze as she instantly crossed her arm over her chest.
"Mr. Blackwood!" She yelled, glaring at me. She thought she looked fierce. Unfortunately for her, I only found her to be cute. Like a kitten who purred constantly.
"Why are you covering it? I have seen your entire body. There is no need to be shy." I had to admit. I was having a lot of fun just by teasing her.
Her face turned red as her eyes darted around. It was clear that she was embarrassed by my words. But I didn't care. She was the first lady I found myself looking at twice.
To me, she felt... different. Her innocence. Her beauty. Her cuteness. Everything. I wanted it all to myself.
"Mr. Blackwood, sinc—"
"Alexander." I said simply. Mr. Blackwood was setting a distance between us. I didn't want any of that.
I saw the confusion flash through her eyes, and I took a step back, creating distance between us. Her shoulders dropped, relief spreading in her eyes.
"I don't understand what you mean." She said, biting her lips so much I gulped slightly. Her lips were red, plump and soft. They moved slowly, and all I wanted to do was to kiss them.
And that was what I did. I leaned down, and captured her lips with mine. Her eyes widened and she gasped.
Her gasp was all the invitation I needed.
The moment her lips parted, I deepened the kiss, sliding my tongue into her mouth like I had been starving for her all day — which, frankly, I had.
She tasted exactly the way I remembered… warm, soft, a little hesitant, like she didn't know whether to push me away or melt into me.
But in the end, she chose the second.
Her fingers gripped the front of my shirt, not to pull me closer, but because her knees were trembling. The thought alone made a low growl rumble in my chest.
I pressed my hand against the small frame of her back, pulling her towards me. She fit perfectly — too perfectly — as though this was where she had belonged from the start.
Her lips quivered under mine, unsure, exploring, and responding. I could feel her breath hitch each time my tongue brushed hers.
God, she was addictive. Every sound, every shiver, every tiny surrender she gave fed something primal inside me.
I had never felt this way with any lady before. She was the first to bring out such a side in me.
I tilted her head slightly and kissed her deeper and slower this time. Each kiss of mine was intentional and possessive.
I wanted her feel it. To understand.
This wasn't a kiss of curiosity.
It was a claim. My claim on her. She was mine! I didn't want her with anyone else.
When I finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, her breath shaky, her cheeks flushed with the kind of color I wanted to see her wear every night. Her eyes were glazed, confused, wanting… and still trying to pretend she wasn't affected.
I brushed my thumb lightly across her lower lip.
"It wasn't just last night, Serena," I murmured, my voice low.
"It's this. It's you. And I'm not forgetting any of it."
I could see the questions in her eyes, and when I was about to answer, a buzz cut through the atmosphere.
I frowned instinctively. It was my phone.
"Just a second," I said, and reached for my phone in my pocket. My frown deepened when I saw the caller. It was my mom. And whenever she called, it was never something good.