Page 31 of Alpha Crusher: A BWWM Romance Novella

"Ward, I’m here because I miss you, and I want you back. I never stopped missing and wanting you," she said, pouring her heart out. It sounded sincere, but I never knew with Rebe

cca.

"Rebecca, we’re both adults, and you are too old for these games you are playing," I began. "We had something in the past, but I’m with someone else now. You’re going to have to respect that." I walked to the door and opened it for her to leave.

"I know you still want me, Ward. Mira can't tame you like I can. I’m the best woman for you," she said with her head held high.

"Leave my house and don’t come back, Rebecca. And I want you to stay away from Mira,” I said in a raised tone. “Remember, you’re not the only person with high connections. I can bury you within the blink of an eye, and it's not a threat. It's a warning."

"I'll take that as a threat," she said.

“Take it however you want. Just stay away from Mira.”

"Ward, you can't commit to a woman, and she's the type that wants it all—a home, kids and all. Does she know that she's not your type? That she means nothing to you? Does she know you treat women like trash? You and I are the same; we both use people for our selfish reasons and dump them when they have satisfied that need. We belong together."

“Everything you’ve just said about me is the reason we’re not together. You don’t know me. You only know the man I showed to you because it’s all I wanted you to see.”

“Ward—.”

“Bye, Rebecca! And remember my warning.”

She walked out of the house, and I closed the door. She banged the door a few times before she walked to her car, got in, and drove away. Her words kept ringing in my head, making me question my feelings for Mira. Was this the real deal, or was I caught up in the moment?

***

I made dinner and set the table just like Aunt Maggie taught me. I made macaroni and cheese with roasted chicken and green beans. I burned my finger while trying to take the chicken out of the oven, and the green beans were soggy. However, the look on Mira’s face made it all worth it.

“Hm… this smells delicious and looks awesome,” she said. “I love the green beans… the mac and cheese… and the chicken.”

"Thank you, ma'am," I said, bowing like I was Chef Alexander.

“Where did you learn to cook?” she asked as she bit into the mac and cheese again.

“Aunt Maggie. She’s a wonderful cook.”

“Oh,” she said and paused. “You never talk about your parents, why?”

I humped my shoulders and changed the subject.

“How was your day, baby?”

"Hmm… it was okay," she answered with her eyes downcast as if she realized she’d hit a sore spot talking about my parents.

The topic shifted to work, and we enjoyed a conversation about high-rise buildings, construction permits, etc. When we were done eating, she pushed her chair closer to mine and slid onto my thighs.

“Did you put some aphrodisiac in the food?” she asked, teasingly. “Because right now I want to eat you up.”

“I think you just love talking about construction.” I laughed.

“Maybe so,” she said and nibbled on my ear.

“We need to talk, Mira.”

“Hmm… we can talk later.” She took a swallow of wine and kissed me on the lips. She reached for a cube of ice and trailed it down my chin. She popped the ice into her mouth and planted her lips on mine.

My shaft came to life, and she smiled as she pressed her buttocks against my crotch. Mira placed my hands on her dress, and I loosened the buttons. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. I thrust my fingers into her slit, and a moan tumbled out of her lips. She took off my shirt and kissed my nipples. She caressed my hard-on through my pants as she sucked on my nipples, sending darts of pleasure through my body. I nuzzled my nose against her chin and licked her lips. I pulled down my pants with one hand and groaned as she teased her moist pussy with my cock. I grabbed her hips, bucked my waist up, and rammed my cock into her. I stood up with my cock buried deep in her and placed her on the dinner table. I stroked her nipples with my fingers as I moved in and out of her. Her legs were wrapped tightly around my hips, her hands were in my hair, and she was moaning my name at the top of her lungs.

“I love you, Mira.”

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