Dangerous Desires | 18+

Chapter 23

I blink as the light makes it's way past my closed eyelids.

The pale light of late afternoon is shining through the open window. My phone is dead and i'm starving.

I rise on the bed and stretch, wincing. My whole body feels sore after all the things I experienced last night.

And after all those things, my temples are thumping with rushing blood.

Ugh I feel like I got run over by a truck. I need
to wash my face.

I quickly wash up at the adjoining bathroom, then put my phone on charge and sneak out into the well-lit hall.

The house is quiet and still. With no sign of Alexander.

Suddenly, as I am pacing the house, I am met with Alexander.

I cant help but stare at his well trained muscles.

He is hot as fuck.

"How did you sleep?" He asks.

"Good, what about you?"

"Lets just say, my morning started with about a thousand phone calls"

I scan around the room and notice some pictures hung up on the wall. Pictures of a naked girl.

"You have some interesting pictures here" I say.

"Oh, yeah I suppose 'interesting' is one word for it" He says.

"Who is the girl in the pictures?"

"Is it someone you knew?"

Alexander quickly looks away.

"It's not significant" He says.

"Except for that you got a wall plastered of her

"I don't know if I wouldn't consider it significant if someone had a wall covered in my nudes" I say.

He frowns and leans on the wall, looking at the photos.

"Yes, it's someone that I used to know"

"I guess these are just... a handful of good memories in a sea of bad ones" He says, not taking his eyes off the pictures.

"Just so you know, 'wanderlust' is the second club that i've run"

"Eve, the girl in the picture, was the star of the first one. I fell for her charm. Then she took my club from me"

Huh. So that's why he's so obsessed with keeping things 'professional'.

"Im sorry" I say.

Hearing the word 'sorry' makes him flinch. He quickly steps away from the pictures, and turns around.

"Want anything to eat?" He asks.

"Yeah sure" I say

He leads me out of the room and towards the kitchen.

When I come in, Alexander is already putting some coffee in a tiny ornate coffee pot. I stop for a moment, fixated on the sight.

Funny, after seeing him at the club, i'd never picture him doing anything so cozy.

Sensing my silent presence, Alexander speaks up.

"Something on your mind?" He asks.

"Didn't realise you were so old school about coffee" I say.

Alexander rolls his eyes.

"We should cook something" I say.

"Im shit at cooking, but go ahead" He replies.