WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ADULT LANGUAGE AND ADULT CONTENT.

Megan looks so different in heels and a tight black leather dress. Alter ego to her bookstore cute girl look. I say as much to her when I see her.

"Bitch" she says slapping me playfully on the arm. "I love you already."

I laugh as we walk into a nightclub that I'm completely unfamiliar with. Then again, I'm unfamiliar with most things in the city. This was our second time out since I've met her. The first time had been for coffee. It was short-lived because I had gotten called into work. This time, that wasn't going to happen.

Tonight, I'm wearing a short black dress with thin straps. Having thrown all my things in a small black clutch, I check my phone for any texts. Ugh. Still nothing. I need to stop checking my phone and enjoy my night, but this thing with Alec is bothering me. I don't like how we left things. This has been the longest two weeks of my life, not to mention the girls at the reception desk are now making my life utterly miserable. Alec still hadn't said a word to me.

Not wanting to start any drama at work, I will give him space and leave him alone. It is what it is. I'm here to work, and tonight I'm here to drink and forget.

"You look like you need a drink or ten," Megan says ordering us shots.

"You could say that. It's been a rough couple of weeks." I say, stuffing my phone back into my bag.

"Yeah, sorry I couldn't make it out last week. It's been crazy at the bookstore. We had an author doing a book signing last week, and foot traffic always picks up after." she says as she moves the two shot glasses closer to us. The music is loud, and I am straining to hear her.

She hands me a shot glass and clink our glasses together. I drink it down fast because it burns. It's like fire as I swallow. It was a little late now, but I laugh because I should have eaten something earlier today. Sitting at the bar while we wait for Ethan we have a few more shots. It is his turn to close the bookstore, so we make small talk.

Megan is so easy to talk to. It's nice to have a friend again. It makes me miss Ella, more than I want to admit. Pushing the thought from my mind, I stand and pull Megan with me. I want to dance.

Megan is wild. She is so carefree. I'm glad that I called her to come out tonight. I need this. We dance around, losing ourselves to the music. I feel the alcohol kicking in.  Megan tells me she needs to pee so we walk to the bar and find Ethan and a few of his friends. 

Glancing at Ethan, I see him watching me. He looks different tonight. Attractive. His hair is sandy blonde and is disheveled, a few stray pieces hang down on his forehead. His eyes are an icy blue, and he has stubble from not shaving for a few days. He's in black jeans and a long-sleeved white collared shirt unbuttoned at the top, bearing a muscular chest.

 Well, shit. I flush, as those icy blue eyes meet mine. I realize I have been staring a little too long. Too many shots.

"Megan, let's go dance," I say. Almost ripping my arm off, she yanks me with her.

Pulling me along, she's telling me she is hooking up with one of the guys at the bar and needs me to distract her brother.

About to protest, Ethan walks up behind me and starts dancing. "So, you aren't a prude after all," I say. Distraction it is. Maybe alcohol isn't the best of ideas.

He laughs, "Ouch" he puts a hand on his chest. "You wound me".

"I doubt that. You don't look easily wounded," I say. I turn around and continue dancing. The apparent distraction. It is working. Ethan puts his hands on my hips, and we get lost in the music. I can't help but think that even though he is as attractive as he is, his touch doesn't feel like Alec's. The thought makes my heart sink, even with the amount of alcohol that I've had. The truth is that I miss him as much as I don't want to. He hurt me when he left me on the rooftop.

I glance over to the bar and notice that Megan is now gone, so it's safe to go back over. As soon as the song ends, I excuse myself to the restroom. When I see that there are no messages, and in my slightly intoxicated state, I decide to send Alec a message. As I go to send it, I accidentally call him instead. Shit.

He picks up on the second ring as I am frantically trying to hang up. "Hello." I hear.

Damnit. What do I say? "Hey, yeah...so um..sorry. I was trying to text you, and it called or something." I stammer out. The music from the club is in the background of our call, and even though I'm in the restroom, it's echoing loudly.

"Where are you? It's so loud, and you sound weird," he asks. He sounds concerned and a little irritated.

"Out," I speak. "With friends. The ones I met from the bookstore." There was a long pause and I thought that he had hung up.

"How are you getting home?" he asks.

Shit. I hadn't thought of that since Megan left. "Taxi, or Ethan or something, I guess. I don't know." I realize I am rambling.

"Who the fuck is Ethan? Where are you at? I'll come and take you home."

"Megan's brother. It's fine. I'll figure it out." I say quietly.

"Damnit, Kelsey," he says, sounding resigned. "Please. I need to know you're safe," he says quietly.

My heart lurches. Even though I'm pissed at him, I can't resist him. I want nothing more than to be near him. I know it's just a ride, but I would take all that he will give.

Telling him where I am, I splash some cold water on my face and rejoin Ethan and his friends at the bar. Ordering water, I drink as much as I can tolerate without throwing up, wishing I would have had an appetite the last two weeks because my stomach is doing flip-flops now. Whether it was the thought of Alec coming or the alcohol, either way, it wasn't a good feeling.

I look off because Ethan comes over a couple of minutes later. "You, okay?" he asks as I sit down. The room is spinning slightly.

I nod, putting my head in my hands. Pulling my phone out, I text Megan that I will be heading out and ask her to text me when she gets home. When the thumb-up emoji appears on my text, I put my phone back in my bag.

Ethan is next to me talking to a friend. It's starting to get warm, and I'm counting the seconds until Alec gets there. Ethan turns his attention back to me, putting a hand on my back, which makes me a little uncomfortable.

"Thanks for tonight. I needed it, and so you know, I told your sister to text me when she gets home" I say.

"Thanks for the dance, and babysitting" he jokes smiling down at me. Ah, so he knew.

Suddenly, the energy around me shifts. Before I can see him, I can feel him. Every hair on my body stood on end. Ethan's hand is still on the small of my back and I tense. I put my head in my hand because the room is spinning so fast that I can barely see.

"I can take it from here" I hear from behind me. His voice sends shivers down my spine.

"Who the fuck are you?" Ethan says. He doesn't even move, not intimidated in the slightest.

Fuck. Not right now.

"It's okay..." I say, interjecting before this becomes something more than a conversation. "Me. He's here for me." I stammer out. God, I'm drunk.

"Alec. I don't think I can walk right now. The whole room is spinning." I say. Feeling Ethan move, I feel my world shift as Alec nears me. His smell intoxicates me further. I wish I could see him.

"Fuck, Kelsey," he says, his voice blunt. I feel his arms wrap around me as he lifts me.

"My purse" I blurt out.

"I got it," he says. "Leave it to you to be too drunk to walk but remember your damn purse." His voice is lighter than it was on the phone.

"Stop making fun of me," I say quietly, my feelings hurt.

"I would never," he says, carrying me outside, he sits me in his car and brushes a stray hair away from my face.

"I will not throw up in your car. Promise." I say meaning it. I would never. I would rather throw up on myself. I love this car.

"Appreciated," he says and hurries to the driver's seat. He hands me a bottle of water before starting to drive.

Pulling into a parking garage, he lifts me out of the car. The elevator ride is hazy, but I am fairly certain that we are at a hotel. We are on the top floor. He takes me in and lays me on a bed that literally feels like Heaven.

"Alec."

"Mhmm," he says taking my shoes off.

"Where are we?"

"My apartment," he says. "You are too drunk to go home by yourself, and I'm not arguing about it, so don't," Sticking my shoes next to the bed, he walks back over to me. "Put your arms over your head," he says.

"Demanding Alec," I say seductively. "I like him. He's my favorite"

Alec stands there, non-moving, showing no emotion on his face.

"Do you hate me that much?" I ask, hurt clear in my voice.

"Kelsey, you're drunk. I'm not in the habit of taking advantage of drunk girls, and no, I don't hate you" he says running his hand through his hair.

"I'm not that drunk now. I had a glass of water before you got there, too. This isn't my first rodeo, but whatever. Act like you are void of all emotion. See if I give a fuck." I say. Instead of lifting my arms over my head, I go one step further pull my dress off, and throw it on the chair in the corner of the room.

"Kelsey," he says, his voice dark with emotion.
"No Alec. Don't fucking Kelsey me." I say as I walk past him and realize I have no clue where I am. "I need to pee. Can I use your bathroom please?" I ask with a little less attitude this time.

He shakes his head and shows me to the bathroom. I find him sitting on the edge of his bed in pj pants without a shirt. His shirt is on the back of a chair and I walk over and put it on.

He watches me. "Don't worry. You'll get it back" I say sarcastically. "Wouldn't want your bitches at work getting jealous." without saying another word, I walk out of his room toward the living room.

"What are you doing?" he asks following me.

"Sleeping on the couch," I say.

"Are you serious?" he asks.

"Do I look like I'm joking?" I ask, standing next to the couch.

"What will it take for you to stop?" he asks

"Stop what?"

"Icing me out" he says.

"You're fucking joking, right? Maybe I am still really drunk because I'm pretty sure you are saying that I'm the one ignoring you." I say acting purposely delusional.

"Kelsey, please, just come back in the room. We can talk in the morning," he says. "You need to sleep."

"What I need is another fucking drink," I say under my breath.

He crosses the room until he is standing in front of me. Fuck. He's too close.

"No, you don't, and I don't want you out with whatever his name is again either," he says, his voice dark, matching the look in his eyes. Normally I would be pissed because this would be super possessive, but this was something else. Jealousy, maybe?

"Why? It's not as if you care." I challenge, testing him as I take a step toward him.

He looks down at the floor and runs a hand through his hair. Just as I'm about to walk away, he says, "Because he wants what's mine" his voice barely a whisper.

Wanting so badly to reach out and touch him right now, takes everything within me not to.

"Yours?" I question him, taking another step closer, our bodies almost touching.

Reaching up to brush a strand of hair from my face, I feel the electricity, the fire, feelings that no other human has ever made me feel. "Mine," he says.

"Oh, Alec" I whisper. My eyes close as I revel in his touch.

Pulling me to him, he kisses me with all the passion that I have been missing from him. A tear escapes my eye and I pull away from him to brush it away.

"I'm so sorry," he says, taking his beautiful hands to my face and brushing the tears away with his fingers. "I fucked up, I know. Please forgive me." his sea-green eyes burn into mine as he turns my face back to his.

"I forgave you before it even happened," I whisper. I am falling hard for him because I know the words that I'm speaking have never been truer. No matter what he did, I would forgive him. Probably at my demise, but so be it.

Picking me up so that I'm straddling him, he carries me back to his room. Lying me on his bed, he pulls his T-shirt from my body.

"I rather liked that. I hope you are going to replace that with something better" I say looking at him.

"You can have it back later," he says, joining me on the bed, hovering above me. Kissing my neck, he reaches behind me and unclasps my bra. Tossing it off the bed, he slides his pants and boxers off, and I slide my panties off. I am hungry for him.

Trailing kisses and biting my thighs, he stops at the apex of my body and kisses me fervently there. Oh, fuck. I'm so sensitive. The alcohol is still present.

"Oh, Alec" I moan.

Moving up to hover above me, he rips open a foil packet and slides it over his length. "Hearing you moan my name...fuck" he says huskily, his eyes dark.

Licking my lips, I entangle my fingers in his hair. "I've missed you, Alec. So much."

Leaning down to kiss me, he enters me. His pace is quicker than the first time that we did this. His need is evident. "God, I need you," he says kissing my neck, then my breasts, possessing my body. "Mine, Kelsey. All mine" he says.

My body absorbs each bit of ecstasy that he offers and as my climax builds, I moan his name this time again into his mouth.

Digging my nails into his back, "Yous, Alec. I'm yours." I feel the throbbing of his climax as it pushes me over the edge with him.

Lying beside him in the aftermath of what we've done, I trace my finger along his chest, along one of his many tattoos.

"Do you like them?" he asks, watching me.

"Is it obvious?" I ask shyly.

"Actually, no. That's why I asked," he says running a hand through his hair. Wait, was this why he was nervous that first time?

Up on my elbow, looking into his eyes, "Alec, you look like a fucking god," I say seriously.

He looks away shyly.

Oh. My. God. This is seriously a thing for him.

Taking a finger and turning his face to mine, "Alec, I could stare at you all day and not get bored. These," I say, pointing to his tattoos, "are a bonus that I wasn't even aware I liked".

I was so curious now. How could he not know that he was attractive? He turned heads wherever he went. My mind was blown.

"If you say so," he says kissing me.

"I say so" kissing his chest and making my way lower.

Laughing, he looks at me as his eyes start to light up. "You are insatiable".

I motion toward his body, and he rolls his eyes. "Whatever" he laughs.

"Shall I show you then?" I ask, biting him on the abdomen.

He flinches and laughs. "Shit, woman." he grabs my shoulder. "Easy"

"Easy?" I question him. "Who likes it easy?" I ask sarcastically.

Taking him into my hand and gripping him hard, he sucks in a breath. "Fuck."

"I thought that you didn't want to do that?" I ask him seductively.

"Didn't say that" he hisses out.

"Sorry, I can't hear you," I say, as I slide the tip of him into my mouth, sucking hard and running my teeth lightly over the tip before releasing him. "I'm slightly busy at the moment" I laugh lightly, taking him back into my mouth.

Moving him in and out of my mouth, further in with each motion, causing strangled moans to come from him was making me want to please him even more.

Licking the length of him, gripping the base, and putting him back inside my mouth. Taking him out once more, "I want you to come undone right here inside my mouth. I want to taste you. I am not going to stop until you do." I say, and taking him once again, I begin sucking him faster, gripping him a little harder. His breathing is erratic as his chest rises and falls. God, he is sexy.

"Ah," he says panting. Looking up at him, I am certain that I have never seen anything fucking hotter than what I am looking at right now. Never taking my eyes from his, I suck and squeeze one last time. Feeling Alec tense beneath me as he throbs in my mouth, I feel a hot liquid on my tongue and swallow it. Oh, Alec.

Kissing his abdomen and his chest, I move to lie beside him. His arm is lying over his eyes. Who is shy and embarrassed now?

Kissing his neck, I bite his earlobe, "Are you okay?" I ask, giggling in his ear.

"Wench." he laughs, tickling me.

"I take that as a yes." I breathe out looking over at him sprawled out, recovering beside me.

"Mmmm."

"Mediocre then?" I like joking with him like this, but I would like to know.

"I've uh..." he says, stopping, sitting up, hand running through his hair. He's nervous.

Still laying there, I pop up on an elbow, still naked and wanting him again from our uh...encounter, a few minutes ago.

"Enlighten me," I say lightly. "I won't be upset. I don't know if I don't know." I say honestly.

"I've never actually done that the whole way before," he pauses, "with anyone," he said quietly looking out the bedroom windows.

Holy shit...

"Oh," I speak. I'm trying so hard to hide the shock that I'm feeling. "Well, how was it then?" I ask curiously.

Shaking his head, he turns around to me and laughs. "You're relentless, woman."

"I'm kind of a dick like that," I say sarcastically and laugh.

"I wouldn't say you're a dick," he says kissing her. "Just very inquisitive, and it was exhilarating, Miss Thomas", pinning me to the bed, looking at me intensely. "You are always catching me off guard. I don't know if I like that." His eyes are dark green and wild.

Not knowing what to say in response, I reach my hand up and caress his cheek.

"I just want you to let me in, Alec," I say, my voice barely audible.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he lays back on the bed, and when I think he is going to shut me out, he pulls me to his chest and wraps his arms around me.

He doesn't say a word, but I'll take it. It's better than him pushing me away. It's a start. Right now, I'm safe, and I'm here with him.  

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