Page 52 of Scandalously Yours

Alessia

NEW YORK CITY, NY

Ihad spent one more day with my family, then I left for New York City once more. I not only had a job to get back to, but I had a man to fight for, too. I had hoped to have more time with my grandfather, but by the time he went to sleep and woke up, he had no memory of anyone again. I watched my grandmother carefully and where I expected her to be a nervous wreck, the time she did share with her husband the day before had been enough to brighten her mood and lift her spirits. It was love.

“I love you, goddamit, and that’s all that matters,” Kris had sworn to me on one of his phone calls.

“I just hope that you’re right,” I said as I glanced down at my boarding pass.

I had originally planned on driving back to the city, but I didn’t want to wait another second longer than I had to before I was back in Kristopher’s arms. I still had no idea what I was going to do, but I just knew I was prepared to lay my soul bare tonight and see where it led me. My gate and zone were called, and I ignored the shiver that raced through me when I remembered the flight the two of us had taken to Boston that one weekend. A smile then tipped the corner of my lip. I quickly found my seat, and had my headphones in before the passengers next to me got there. I had chosen the window seat because it would allow me to drown out everyone else as I impatiently waited to get back home.

I put on one of my playlists, then closed my eyes as I rested the side of my face against the glass. One song in particular came on and it described how I felt about my situation with Kristopher. Like the singer said what people thought about her, I also knew many in my own family thought I was crazy. Also like her, I didn’t care what they said, either. The on and off again with Kris was agony, and even though I had experienced more pain than anything, no one else could understand what this man did to me... what he meant to me...

I would rather my heart bleed in love than in loneliness, so I was resolute in what needed to be done. The flight took off and it wasn’t long before I landed at JFK. I was so giddy by the time I got off of the plane, and after grabbing my suitcase, I practically skipped to the ground transportation area. Minutes later, I was in the taxicab and when the driver asked me where I wanted to go, I decided that I did need to stop at my place first, so I rattled off the address for home.

It was late night so the traffic wasn’t as heavy as it would be during the day. Once I got to my place, I dropped my suitcase off and freshened up. As I washed my face, then brushed my hair and pulled it up, I decided to change as well. Replacing my jeans and T-shirt for a short summer dress, I put on sandals, then went downstairs to wait for the Uber ride I had just booked. I was nervous as I stood outside my building and waited on my ride. When the car came into sight, I breathed a sigh of relief. This was now or never.

I smiled as I got into the car, then began to fidget as my nerves started to get the best of me. I tapped my fingers along the door panel, then pulling my hair out of its ponytail, and stuffing the scrunchie into my purse. Within minutes, I was outside of his building. The doorman was there as my final obstacle. I wasn’t sure if Kristopher had ever given them my name before, and I didn’t want them to have to call up to get him.

“Who are you here to see, Miss?” he asked me.

I smiled brightly. “Kristopher Simon in PH five.”

“I will need to check to see if you are on the list. What’s your name?”

“Alessia Johnston.” I waited as he brought up said document, and nearly heaved a sigh of relief when he found it there. Knowing I was one of his trusted guests only made my heart swell larger in my chest.

“You’re on the list. The elevator is the third one on the right.” He then stepped aside so I could pass through.

I walked to the elevator knowing this would take me right to his door. Another few seconds of doubt entered my mind. I erased them the best that I could as I held my breath. Soon, I was at his doorstep. I started to think that I should’ve called first after all, but since I was already here, I raised my fist and rapped lightly on the door.

More words from that one song echoed in my head. Besides the rush of his embrace, there was the adrenaline rush I normally got from his smile. And as the singer had sung right after, when the door opened and he stood there in nothing but a towel, his face was all I saw in my lonely mind.

“Ale?” he questioned, obviously confused as to why I had shown up at his door, especially after I was told we needed to keep things on the down low.

“Kris,” I breathed, then launched myself into his arms. His hands steadied me as I stood on my tip toes and pressed my lips to his. At first, I thought he might send me away, but when he used his foot to nudge the door shut, I knew he wouldn’t. Seconds later, I found myself pinned against the inside of it. Our mouths and hands moved with the same sort of desperation. There was nothing gentle about the way he controlled both the kiss, and me. He bit at my tongue, and our teeth clashed against one another. When he finally pulled away, I tasted my own blood as he nipped my bottom lip.

He didn’t stop there. His mouth moved over my face, starting with my cheeks, then jaw, and chin, before he kissed his way down my neck, lingering near my throbbing pulse. I was nervous, which I was sure he could tell, but I was also so aroused. I needed him more than my next breath, and as if he wanted to test that theory, he tunneled one hand into my hair and fused his mouth back to mine again. I hadn’t been able to suck nearly enough oxygen into my lungs between kisses, so I clung to him, hoping I wouldn’t fall and embarrass myself.

It really wasn’t needed as his hard body crushed mine into the heavy oak of the door. My hands moved between us, and I ran them up and down his bare chest. It was all hard muscle. When one hand dipped lower, his abs were not the only thing that felt like iron under my palm. He was hard as hell, and I wanted to feel all of him inside of me. He growled, then slid his lips back down my neck. I let out a throaty moan before wrapping my arms around him and curling my fingers over his shoulders for support.

“God, Kris. I need you,” I cried out when he sank his teeth into my shoulder.

“I want to ask why you’re here, but it doesn’t really matter,” he told me when he raised his head. His eyes were as dark as the night sky outside, and the intense hunger burning inside those black depths made me shiver.

I wanted to tell him I was here because I loved him... that I needed him... that I never wanted to let him go again. Those words all stuck in my throat. In fact, I seemed to have lost my voice altogether. I pulled his head close, and pressed my forehead against his. My eyes met his, and I tried to relay through them what I couldn’t seem to voice out loud.

It seemed to have worked because the next thing he did was slowly lower the straps to my dress. I almost helped him by tearing it until he placed a hand over one of mine to still it. He then used the other to tug it down to my waist. From there, I wiggled until it slid down my legs and pooled at my feet. He then picked me up and carried me over to the closest surface which happened to be the marble countertop of his massive island. I had never been in his penthouse, having only seen it through the lens of his phone when we’d been on Facetime with one another on different nights.

He left me sitting there while he slid a barstool over to me. He sat down and spread my legs. They trembled in anticipation, the need for his touch making me ache so badly. “When you left me that last video, I—”

“Please,” I begged. “I don’t want to talk about that right now.”

“But we need—” he started to say before I wrapped one hand around his neck and pulled him closer.

“I know, and we will. Right now, though, I need you to make love to me. I...” My words stopped when he spread my legs wider, then lowered his head between them.

Kristopher rubbed my already damp panties, then inhaled deeply. Damn, he made everything seem so fucking sexy. I felt his warm breath as it tickled my skin and his beard as it grazed my upper thigh. His fingers moved methodically back and forth before he slipped two fingers inside. I whimpered and was about to beg him once more when he gave them a sharp pull, tearing them from my body. He then ran his tongue along the slit, and I tried arching toward him. He stopped me by pressing down on me with one hand.

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