~Alexander's POV~
"Okay," I said eventually, kissing his forehead. "If we don't get up now, we're never leaving this bed."
"Fine," Alis groaned happily, stretching his limbs out like a cat. "Let's go get dressed."
We stood up, the room filled with a light, easy energy as we moved around. We dressed with a shared sense of style sharp, elegant, and perfectly coordinated, before finally stepping out of the house.
The car was already waiting downstairs. We slipped into the back seat, and the moment the door clicked shut, the playful tension between us snapped back into place. In the soft glow of the passing streetlights, Alis shifted closer, unable to resist. His fingers traced along my jaw before drifting to my chest, toying with the buttons of my shirt as if daring me to stop him.
I chuckled, catching his hand and interlacing our fingers. "You're going to make it very difficult for us to actually make it into that lounge, babe."
"That's the plan," he whispered, a wicked glint in his eyes as he leaned in to nip at my neck.
I let out a shaky breath, pulled him firmly against my side, and wrapped my arm around his shoulders. I drew him closer until there was no space left between us. Alis didn't resist; he melted into me, resting his head softly on my chest. I could feel the steady rhythm of his heart through my blazer, a calm, grounding pulse.
We stayed like that as the city lights blurred past the window, tangling our legs together and sharing quiet, private touches.
When we arrived at the private lounge, we settled into a dimly lit corner booth. We ordered a round of specialty cocktails and let the conversation flow, the alcohol slowly softening the edges of our reality. By the time we were both feeling a pleasant, warm buzz, I leaned closer to Alis, my voice low and quiet.
"I think we've had enough for tonight," I murmured, watching his lips curve into a slow smile. "Let's get out of here."
He agreed, and I murmured a quick excuse, suddenly needing the restroom. "I'll be right back," I told him. "I just need to use the restroom first."
"Okay," Alis said as he slid out of the booth. "But before we leave, I'm going to sit at the bar. I want the bartender to mix me something strong, something to make the rest of the night even hotter."
I caught his hand with a small frown. "Babe, you've already had enough. You don't need a booster. You're always more than active enough for me."
Alis gave me a playful, stubborn look until I finally relented. "Fine," I sighed. "One more."
"Deal," he said, already turning away. "Meet me at the bar."
I was gone for only a few minutes, but when I returned, my blood turned cold. A man, strikingly attractive and well-dressed, was sitting on the stool right next to Alis. They were locked in an animated conversation. I stood back, watching from the shadows, my jaw tightening as I saw Alis hand the guy's phone back to him. It looked unmistakably like numbers being exchanged.
As I approached, the stranger stood up with a confident smirk. "I'll call you," he said clearly.
The words felt like a physical sting. I reached Alis's side just as the man walked away. "Let's go," I said, my voice tight. I waited for the usual explanation, Oh, he's just a guy who asked for directions or He's an old colleague, the kind Alis always gave to keep my mind at ease.
But Alis said nothing.
We walked to the car in complete silence. The drive home was suffocating, the quiet pressing in on me as the image of that phone exchange replayed over and over in my mind. By the time we stepped into the living room, my nerves were stretched thin.
Alis asked for a glass of water. I brought it to him, still waiting, hoping for him to say something, anything. He took the glass, drank calmly, and without a word, turned and headed straight for the bedroom.
"Are you going to shower, babe?" I asked as we stepped into the room.
"No," he replied, flat and brief.
I helped him undress, my hands lingering against his skin, but his warmth felt distant. I eased him into his sleepwear, and he climbed straight into bed, already reaching for his phone. I went into the bathroom for a quick shower. When I stepped out, I heard his low voice, he was on a call.
"I'll talk to you tomorrow," he said, ending the call the moment he saw me.
He went right back to his phone, the screen illuminating his face as notification after notification chimed. I was losing my patience, but I forced myself to go through my skincare routine to calm down. Finally, I slid under the duvet and wrapped my arms around him from behind, kissing his shoulder.
Ping. Another notification.
"Who is that?" I finally asked, my voice strained.
"It's just my friend," Alis replied simply, not looking up.
I started seeking his attention, trailing kisses along his neck and moving my hands over his body, desperate for him to put the phone down and look at me. He didn't respond. He stayed focused on the screen, his body stiff. Eventually, I gave up. I kissed his shoulder one last time and whispered, "Goodnight, honey."
Alis didn't even reply.
The silence became heavy and uncomfortable. I rolled away, facing the wall, my irritation finally rising. "Stop it, babe," I said, turning back to him, my voice tight. "I don't like this."
Alis eventually turned to me, a tiny smile playing on his lips. "What, babe?"
"You know exactly what you're doing," I said, looking at him.
Alis chuckled, leaning back against the pillows. "The guy from earlier is an old friend. And right now, I'm just chatting in the group chat with my friends."
"So is that the reason you're ignoring me when I try to get close to you?
"I wasn't ignoring you," Alis said, his voice dropping into a seductive, challenging tone. "I was expecting you to take me from behind. I intentionally turned my back to you on purpose, but you didn't do it. You just gave up."
"I didn't give up, I was angry! And jealous!"
Alis scoffed and tossed his phone onto the nightstand.
"You weren't really angry," he said quietly. "Because you know I don't need anyone but you."
He shifted closer, his voice lowering. "But tonight… I wanted angry sex. I wanted you to snap. I wanted you to lose control."
He crawled toward me with slow, predatory intent, hovering just close enough that I could feel his heat. He leaned into my ear, his breath scorching.
"I want it rough, Alex. I want you to take me with all that anger you're pretending you don't feel."
His lips brushed my skin as he murmured,
"But since you're being so calm… so good… I guess I'll have to be the one who takes what I want."
His power-bottom confidence was unmistakable, rolling off him in quiet waves. He was challenging me, tempting me to break and give him exactly what he wanted.
"I'm angry, baby," I admitted quietly, my hand sliding into his hair. "I just didn't want our night to end on something bitter."
"Then don't calm down," Alis whispered, grinding against me. "Fuck me with that anger. I love it when you lose control over me. My body craves you like this, hard, rough, desperate. Take me, Daddy. Don't hold back."
A slow, dark smile spread across my face. I reached for the hem of his shirt. "You're going to get exactly what you asked for."
"Yes," Alis moaned, his eyes locked on mine. "Take me hard. I want it."