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Axel

I reached for the packet of Arturo Fuente in my pocket and lit them up. Inhaling the smoke, I savored the burn that it caused. My frustration had teetered on the verge of high like never before. One wrong tick to set me off and I'll combust to flames.

I heard the sound of the high heels in my suite. Immediately, my mood worsened.

"Ax, baby." Dainty hands wrapped around me from behind like a band. "You didn't come to my room."

"What did you tell Astoria," I blurted and shrugged her hold off me. I turned to face her.

Jenna was dressed to seduce me. She looked beautiful, there was no denying it. My eyes raked up at her black negligee covered body. Her tanned long legs went on for days which made the lacy outfit shorter than it was meant to be. I expected the familiar rush of testosterone to surge to my cock, but fuck, it only happened when I imagined it was Astoria's naked pretty legs.

Just like that, my cock jumped, enjoying the drift of my thoughts.

I stepped forward, watching her closely. Her practiced smile remained unmoved.

"What do you mean?" She asked, sweetly. "Astoria." She tested the name on her lips, pretending to place the name on a face. "Doesn't ring a bell for me."

She took off the loosened robe and placed it on the couch. Unaffected by the tension in the room, she further went to make herself comfortable on my bed.

"Come to bed." She patted to the empty space, inviting me in. "We haven't been together in weeks."

I wasn't sure whether I wanted to commend or berate her. She acted the part of the sweet, oblivious girlfriend well. Her mother had trained her well enough to keep up with pretence and one day, she was going to make a man very happy. Too bad, it won't be me.

There was already someone for me. She was a fireball, difficult to deal with, but she was the only one who had my heart from the beginning.

"Are you sure you don't know Astoria?"

She arranged herself on the bed. "I told you before, I am telling you now. I don't know anything about Astoria."

"Fine."

I stayed silent. Finishing up the cigarette in my head, I blew out the smoke and killed the rest of the drag. I took off my cashmere jumper, dropped it on the floor, and went for my trousers.

Jenna licked her lips at the sight of naked body and went to all her fours. She crawled on the bed, her arms reached out to touch me. I slapped them away, and pushed her on her back. She yelped, but didn't protest.

I crawled on top of her. My hands massaged her protruding breast, pulling down the front of negligee, I stopped and stared at with cold detachment.

"If I happen to learn that you indeed know of Astoria," I paused. My palms squeezed her breast, the hardened nipple poking out. "Or of toots." Her eyes rounded, lips twitched. "Then, it's open season on you."

***

As much as I didn't want to admit the harsh truth to myself, the fact couldn't be ignored forever. I couldn't resist the temptation any longer than I already had.

Astoria had been a constant in my life. There was never a moment in my early teenage years where she wasn't there right beside me, hands together as we took on the world together. The perfect fit to my broken canvas.

Yet I fucked it all up.

I could put the blame on my bullheaded cousin, Ace. He was the one who infiltrated my head with his twisted notion of love. It messed with my head, I started second-guessing myself.

In reality, the second my eyes landed on Astoria, she was mine. The bratty mouth, blue flames in her eyes that took solace behind thick black rimmed glasses, the cute french braid and her framers overall— on top of it, her audacity to strut in my life and turn it upside down. She owned me.

Exasperated, I ran a hand down my face. I suspected it wouldn't be an easy task to win her back. She completed me, made me a decent human. It has been three years since I had heard the thump of her heart, had her head buried against my chest, watched the rise and fall of her chest and I wondered as eyes flickered whether her dreams were of me.

Those breasts where I had often laid my head against were now grown and voluptuous like a woman. The realization that she was a full grown woman, not a girl anymore hit me harder than I anticipated.

My thoughts raced back to the moment where I had first had her against me, in a long time. Her breasts were almost spilling out of her dress. It must be the jealousy and possessive streak in me that had acted that night when I had kissed her like a starving man.

My fist clenched when I imagined her with that limp dick Peter. I didn't had to imagine everything, she was parading the fucker right in my face. Was she gloating? I thought to myself. She better not be having any ideas that included her with the limp dick or any other dicks.

She was mine for heaven's sake.

Yes, I have made mistakes I regret deeply now. But it was in the past. There was not a chance in hell I'll ever let her slip through my fingers, literally.

I reached for glasses and kept them in the pockets of my jeans. It wasn't exactly hot in Washington, so I pulled on my Gucci pullover and the overcoat on top of it.

It was the last day of our Washington trip which meant it was up to us where we chose to go. I don't know what plans Astoria had made, either way they'll have to be rectified because I am not letting her go anywhere alone with a man who's not me.

I completed the look with my Patek Philippe watch and air force.

I picked up my phone to quickly type a text to Jenna, instructing to not bother me for the day. She knew well enough when not to push over my limit. I had to settle scores with her, but that was for the later.

Now, it was some sweet toots time.

***

four years ago

It was late at night when I was called to my father's office. I was in a hurry to head over to Astoria's cottage that sat at the far end of my property. She was waiting for me to show up, and here I was, summoned by the devil whom I dubbed as dad.

My dad has always expected the worst when it came to his only son, his future heir. The looks that he shared with my mom weren't always hard to miss- this is the son you gave me?

I was accustomed to the stabbing anguish in my chest, the knife had already reached to each and every abyss of my heart. I was nothing more than a disappointment in his eyes.

I pushed myself off the wooden surface of my bedroom and gathered my nerves. My father had cameras in every surface of our mansion— or palace, as Astoria often labelled it to be.

"Take a seat," My father said, the moment I stepped inside his personal chamber. "And where are your manners?" He looked up from his pile of paperword, to shoot daggers my way. "Knock before you enter." He went back to typing.

I didn't utter a single word, and sat down on the leather seats. I pushed back my wet hair, occasionally checking my watch.

"Is there something you'd like to say to me?" I asked him, nervously.

Without looking up, he said,"Do you have somewhere to be?"

"No," I answered him.

"Then, be quiet." After waiting for fifteen minutes, I finally understood the reason for his silence.

My cousin knocked on the door, before sauntering in. "I am sorry to make you wait, Uncle Blake." His eyes drifted to me. "Axel." He tipped his chin in acknowledgment.

He sat down beside me. My father finally put a hold on his paperwork.

So typical of him. He treated his own son like shit while Wallace, who was a mere nephew, was treated with respect. One of the reasons why I couldn't help, but admire Ace was because I wanted to be like him. He was the son my father never had, and he filled in the gaps where I lacked.

"Tell me, son. What did you want to tell us?"

He looked at dad, then at me. "I wanted to talk to you about Axel."

What on earth-

"Uncle, I wanted to make sure that you know the implications of your son's relationship."

Father laughed, softly. "Son, look at him, he's a kid."

"A kid with a heavy pocket. There should be no surprise in the fact that each and everyone in this town is aware how many billions are attached to Axel's name."

"Those billions belong to his father, not him."

"Indeed, but someday, it'll belong to him, won't they?" Ace reached inside his jacket to pull out a piece of paper. "Look at the purchase he made last week."

My head started to reel as I watched my father crumple the piece of paper in his hands. I don't know what all bullshit is coming from Ace's mouth, but I know for certain— everything was going to change.

The air around me had suddenly evaporated as I anxiously waited for Astoria. I sat back with eyes closed, pushing the memories away from my head. I lurched myself back to the present.

No woman had ever made me nervous, it was always the other way around. Then again, no woman has had my heart ever. Only Toots.

I felt my insides buzzing with nervous energy as I checked my watch for the nth time. She should be here any moment. It had only taken a little bribe for the staff to accommodate to my will. Her little friend would soon be stuck in the elevator for a few minutes— and she'll be here. Most preferably sitting on my lap, if I had my way with her.

My breath hitched, when the door opened and Astoria unknowingly slipped right in my trap. Before she came to her senses and realized that she was here, with me in the car, I clicked the child lock right on.

"Hello, sweetheart."

Her eyes rounded in disbelief when she heard my voice. She placed a trembling hand on her mouth, stunned.

"Don't be too shocked. In which world do you think he can afford to rent a maybach?" My words were rhetorical, she knew it as I stated the obvious.

Flushed, her pretty face had morphed a look of complete horror.

I expected her to scream, berate, call me all the names there was, but she remained silent. It irked me to no end. She knew I hated being ignored, especially by her.

I didn't let it affect me. Instead I motioned our chauffeur for the day to drive us to our destination. I clicked on the button which slid the partition right in place, separating us from unnecessary pairs of eyes.

She exhaled deeply, facing me , she spoke,"Have you forgotten to take your meds?"

Amused, I answered,"For what exactly?"

Her fiery blue slits stared daggers at me. "Because you need medical help. You are acting out of sorts. This is not like you, Axel. You're kidnapping me in broad daylight."

"Did you forget to read my letter?" I had sent her a handwritten letter stating exactly what I had planned for us to do.

"No, I threw it straight in the bin," she lied, through her teeth.

I clicked my tongue. "I love that I can catch you in a lie. It's always the twitch of your eyes that gives it away." I reached out to play with the loose curls of her ponytail. I fingered the curls, she didn't pull away. "You're an open book to me."

"There's a lot you don't know about me. I am not the same naive girl who fell for you," she snapped.

For the first time since she got her ass seated in the car, I finally took in her appearance. She wore a cream sweater vest over a white jumper and khaki pants. Only Astoria could look so strikingly attractive with layers of clothes on her body.

"And give me back my glasses," she demanded. "I can't see without them."

"But you're wearing one now."

She rolled her eyes. "There are backup pairs. I want my original ones."

I gave the glasses back to her, but as she reached to grab them from my hand, I pulled back. "Na, ah, ah, not so easy."

"What now, Axel."

I loved when she said my name. I imagined her moaning my name as I shoved my cock inside her warmth.

"You must promise to go on this date with me."

She made an annoyed face. "For them?" She pointed at the glasses. "Keep them." She leaned back on the seat.

"Aw... don't be so mean. After all, you don't want your little friend to accidentally break his leg." That got her attention. I tapped my fingers on the corner of my lips. "Maybe an arm too, or both."

"You're shameless," she said, ruefully.

I held her chin between my thumb and forefinger, and made her look at me. Even while seated, I towered over her. As I gazed into her eyes, I tried not to get lost in them.

"Four years ago, we were both shamelessly in love. I wanted you back then, and I want you now. If you know me at all, I'll get what I want."

"But I hate you."

I frowned at the wariness of her tone. "You don't sound very convinced." I placed her kiss on her plump lips. "It's okay." I brushed my lips with hers. "I hate myself too."

"Just one date," she said. "That's it. And if Peter is even remotely scratched, I'll never talk to you."

I blanked out the jealousy, or maybe it was envy. She used to care for me, only me. I used to be her universe, not some random dick. In a moment of weakness, I let trepidation get to me.

"Duly noted," I replied.

  ***

skip this portion if you already have an image of Astoria in your head.

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okay, it's settled that i'll update twice a week.

i also want to request you all to give me a week's time to get a head-start on writing chapters. i'll post one update on 5th may, then get a little writing done and give my eyes a little rest.

after getting the much needed head-start, updates will posted every mondays and saturdays.

i don't have a very happy home life and writing is what keeps me going, but resting my eyes I won't get anything done. I hope you understand why I need this time.