MINE

19- Wedding Planning

She shakes her head, slightly breathless. She licks her lips and realises her lips are swollen.

"It might be his" Layla said as the driver stopped the car.

She turns to find a beautiful modest villa. Alair opens the door and she steps out and looks at the asymmetric exterior stand boldly among other sophisticated villas.

"It looks beautiful" Layla said as she looked back at Alair who was slightly frowning. He nods but doesn't look at me.

Layla shrugs as she makes her way towards the house. She is suddenly grabbed and dumped on his shoulder. She yelps and grabs his shirt. "Alair what the heck?" She asked as he opened the door and carried her in.

She didn't struggle, she didn't want to fall.

She felt him carry her on the stairs and she hits his back. "Are you crazy Alair, I can walk. I'll end up dead if you lose your balance. He spanks me and I gasp.

He hit her quite hard. "What did I do Alair, why are you being like this" she asked and he doesn't awnser.

He opens the bedroom door and dumps me on the bed. He runs his hands through his hair. He turns arounds and opens the closet and pulls out a black tee.

He turns to her. "I want that tshirt off of you, right now. I don't want to see you wearing another man's shirt, Just mine" he said as he gives it to her.

"But-"

"Layla don't make me rip it off of you, it's already tempting to see-" he pauses and walks to her, "do you like it rough Layla" Alair asked and she hesitates.

"I'll change so turn around" she said and he grins. "You sure you dont want me to help you" "ALAIR" she yells out in embarrassment. She blushes and he kisses her cheek before turning.

She pulls the tshirt off and her eyes fall on the mirror she catches his eyes and for a second she considered smacking him but decided to tease him instead.

She turned to the mirror, making eye contact with him as she fixed her lace bra. She pushed her already bulging bust upward. She saw him clench his jaw.

She bite back the smile as she turned to pick her shirt. She slipped it on and found herself against his chest.

He grabbed her jaw and placed a kiss on her lips. She stumbles back and he doesn't break the kiss as he grabs her and lowers them both to the bed.

She was slowly getting used to this. She loved it, the soft kisses and the gentleness. She wasn't used to it. Knox wasn't a gentleman, and unexpectedly Alair was.

He was driving her crazy as he softly kissed her, she tried to fasten the pace but he squeezes her butt and she moans.

He smirks and kisses her.

Layla and Alair move away when her phone starts ringing. She moves past him as she fixes her hair and looks at the screen as Harry's name flashes. It was noon already.

Alair licks his lips as he looks at hers that moved while she spoke on the phone. Her skin was still slightly flushed from the kiss.

"Hey where are you?" Harry asked as she picked up the call. "I had to take a detour but I'll be there soon." Layla replied and looked at Alair who sat on the bed leaning back using his hands for support.

Alai looked at Layla and her in his tshirt. It was drooping from the shoulder but not that loose around her bust. The tshirt fell over her jeans and he wished she wasn't wearing the jeans.

He made eye contact with her and smirked. She playfully glared at him. "I forgot I was supposed to help my friend with the wedding." She said and he sighs sadly but nods. "Let me drop you" he said and she shook her head.