Page 63 of At My Worst

“Alexander!” She screams as I slam into her once more. My cum fills her, and her body shakes underneath mine as I stand still, the feeling taking me over.

I lay on top of her, and our breathing fills the empty restaurant as I kiss her neck and release my hold on her hands. I slowly pull out of her and back up, allowing her to stand and turn around. Ilean down and grab her clothes, watching the cum roll down her inner thighs. Fuck, my cock pulses at the sight.

I hand her her clothes as I pull up my boxers and pants.

I watch her closely as she gets dressed, our eyes never leaving each other. She leans against the table as I walk into her, wrapping my arms tightly around her.

“Thank you,” she whispers.

“For what? I ask, looking into her eyes.

“Loving me at my worst,” she confesses. I tighten my grip on her and lean down, connecting my lips to hers.

She wasn’t the only one who was at her worst. So was I, and we saved each other, even when we didn’t know we needed it.

29

Alexander

2 Years Later

“Be My Queen”by Seafret

Iwalk into our bedroom and head for the laundry basket. I pick up the clothes from the floor, looking around, making sure I didn’t forget any.

I stand for a moment as I look at a picture of us at the waterfall. Last year, I proposed to her there, and that place has become a special place for both of us. It just seemed right, confessing my love for her there.

I take a deep breath, and the smell of pizza fills my nose. It is her favorite food. If she could eat pizza every single day for the rest of her life, she would, and don’t forget about the rock stars. She needs those to survive.

I pick up the basket and make my way out of the room and down the hallway to the laundry room.

These past two years have been crazy. Bianca finished her novel, which she named “At My Worst,” and got a publishingdeal. It was the story of how we found a way to each other at a time when we weren’t looking for someone. We were running away from the pain and trauma that we both have survived.

But that woman came crashing into my life and burned me from the inside out. From the first moment she walked into the tavern to the first sexual desire we gave into at her car. From that point on, I was done for. She was it for me.

It has been challenging, but we have made it work with each other, forever intertwined to the point that there is no escaping each other.

Every day, we both need constant validation. We need not just to hear the words that are just that words, fuck no, we need the action behind it.

In all of my relationships, I was taken advantage of, and she has never felt valued the way she deserves, and now we are a force together.

“Marco!” Bianca yells through the house as I quickly fill and start the washer.

“Pollo!” I yell back.

I can hear her footsteps through our new home. The deal closed three months ago, and we are still trying to unpack, but that is only because every time we start on a box, it ends with our lips together and my cock filling her pussy. I can never get enough of her.

I turn and look at Bianca. She is leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest.

“What are you doing?” I ask her softly.

“Looking at you,” she replies as if it is the most normal thing in the world to do.

Things have been crazy lately with us trying to figure out all the moves we need to make with the book tour, but I plan on being right beside her, ensuring she is safe, and reminding her every single moment how proud I am of her.

I will never forget the first time I sat down and read the manuscript. She made me fucking cry.

We both lived through the story, but seeing her thoughts and emotions on paper was a completely different experience.

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