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He pressed his lips on mine and kissed me passionately. He dropped his body, so it could touch mine slightly. I wrapped my hands around his torso and kissed him back.
«I love you so fookin' much» he whispered in the kiss. I groaned and just kept my lips on his.
Our mouths opened and put our tongues in each other's one. His hand grabbed my neck -gently- and pressed it. I moaned in the kiss and he smiled a little.
His lips so soft. His kiss wet. After a while, he pulled away. Dragging my bottom lip between his teeth, slightly. He licked his lips, while looking at mine mesmerized, and pecked them.
Then looked into my eyes. His beautiful, dark ones full of passion and lust. I smiled and his lips curled up a little on the sides, as well.
«You hungry?» he then asked, whispering, and I chuckled. I moved my head negatively.
«Nah. I just wanna sleep» I groaned and he smiled wider.
«Okay...» he whispered. His face approached mine, but kissed my cheek sweetly, instead of my lips. He dropped his body next to mine and wrapped his one hand around my shoulders, again. He looked tired. Not as much as I was, but still.
I rested my head on his nude chest. His skin warm, his embrace welcoming. I relaxed and closed my eyes. He kissed my forehead and I tried to sleep, while listening to his heartbeat. It was fast. Like his heart would jump out of his chest.
But, the silence was broken by the landline ringing. He sighed and grabbed it, with his free hand. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He placed the acoustic on his ear.
«Hello?» he asked. I could hear the other voice, because of the silence in the room.
«Hello, Mr. Turner. I'm sorry to bother you but Mr. and Mrs. Aristarkhov have trouble sleeping. They came here and said that there were... ehhm...loud sounds from your suite» the woman from the reception said.
«Yeah, and? What am I supposed to do? Tell Mr. and Mrs. whatever that they're not the only people in this hotel. If they want to stay somewhere completely silently, they can go to a psychiatric clinic» he said sarcastically and I chuckled.
«Mr. Turner, you know that I can't say that...»
«Then yer fired, Sarah. Goodnight». He hung up the phone.
«Did you really have to answer like that?» I asked and he looked at me. His face turned into a softer one immediately.
«Yeah. Some nasteh, old, ass couples are too annoying some times. And she got on my nerves. I need to check on them, though» he rolled his eyes and I chuckled. I hugged his torso tighter and he pushed his body lower on the bed.
He turned me on the side, my chest touching his, and wrapped his hands around my body. «Are you gonna leave?» I asked. He hugged me really tightly and kissed my forehead, as I closed my eyes slowly.
«Unfortunately, baby. But I'll be back soon. I promise. 'til then, goodnight, ma Love»
Alex's P.O.V.
She fell asleep in my arms. I stayed there 'til her body relaxed completely and I knew that she was okay by her own. I kissed her forehead and got up carefully, trying not to wake her up.
Oh God, I so don't wanna go down there. I need some sleep as well. But I have to. So, I opened my closet and got a dark-blue suit with a grey, button-up shirt. I got ready and fixed my hair with my comp. Put on some shoes and got down to the reception.
That old couple waiting there. Sarah looking around nervously. «Good morning, Mr. And Mrs....ehhh... Aristarkhov ???». Fuck, I forgot their name.
«Mr. Turner, could you please keep it down in your room? We are flying back to Moscow tomorrow and need some good sleep» the lady said, with that thick, Russian accent of hers.
«Of course, Mrs. Aristarkhov. And I'm sorry for botherin' you. Meh and me girl just thought of...partying a bit. But I assure you, it won't happen again. And for that, one night of yer stay is on me. How's that?» I suggested. They both smiled. Of course. Everyone's mood can change when it comes to money.
«Thank you, Mr. Turner. Goodnight» the man said and they both got to the elevator, slowly. These dudes can't even walk and want to get into a plane for Russia?
«Should I really pack my stuff?» Sarah asked shyly, and I turned to look at her. She looked kind of scared. These new employees always do. I smiled a little.
«No, Love. Don' worry about what I say at night. Me brain doesn't function well at times like this. But, don't you ever call me for somefin' like that at...» I looked at my watch «...four in the morning. Just tell 'em you'll talk to me, offer them some free dinner and...problem solved».
She nodded eagerly. «Okay, Mr. Turner».
«Now, did Jasmine call?» I asked. I need to check on her.
«I'm sorry?». Oh yeah. Forgot she's new.
«Umm... A lady named Jasmine Robertson. Did she call?» I asked, resting my elbows on the counter table and interlocking my fingers. She checked the catalogue.
«Umm... No, no she hasn't. I don't see a name like that in here» she said and I nodded. She must still have work to do.
«Okay. Goodnight» I tapped the table with my fingers and left. I got into my room, again, and took off my jacket. Then my shirt and pants. I forgot to wear boxers earlier, oops.
I got into the bedroom, where Klarisa is. I layed down on the bed, next to my baby. I stood on my one elbow, to look at her. She's sleeping so peacefully and beautifully. Her pink, soft, plump lips popping out, a bit swollen. Her puffy cheeks fuchsia. So cute.
I raised my hand and caressed her cheek. Her skin so soft. Like a little baby. I pushed, with my fingertips, some of her hair back -careful not to wake her up- to clear up her face. I smiled, without controlling it.
I love her so so much. She's just perfect. People might take it the wrong way. Y'know, a 27 y/o dude that's "harassing" or "using" a little girl, or anything like that. Which I'm not, of course. She's an adult, yeah. But still. It just doesn't seem right to others.
And our relationship didn't start normally. I don't even know if it's even considered a relationship. I still put money in her bank account. She must have like 100k -or more- by now.
I don't know if she has even checked her account. I mean, she hasn't mentioned anything about the money I've given her. She doesn't ask for anything. Nothing at all.
She's maybe the best girl I could find. Sugar baby, if you'd like. I don't like this, though. I mean, I'm not that old, right? We have nine years difference. In our times it's not considered that big.
What if she thinks differently, though? Does she still see me as a sugar daddy? Does she want me only for money? Or sex? Well, I can't just wake her up now and ask her.
I lied down completely and wrapped my hands around her little body. Placing my one leg over her pressed on the side ones. Her skin touching mine. Every inch of her skin on mine.
I feel so safe and euphoric when I'm with her. Like there are not problems in the world. She lights up everything. No clouds, just sun. No winter, only summer. No sad faces. Just happy, smiling ones. She's like a sunbeam.
I licked my lips, looking at her. I got closer to her pretty face and pecked her lovely lips. Then left a sloppy kiss on her cheek, her jawline, her neck. I shouldn't go further down. It's not the time.
I hugged her tighter and kissed her forehead. She groaned in her sleep and placed her head on the crook of my neck. My cute baby.
I think I should talk to her about the whole relationship-thing.
[...]
My mobile started ringing and I opened my eyes. My Love was on the side, but this time, her back was touching my chest. My one arm under the pillow and the other hugging her belly.
I looked around and sat up on the bed, letting her sleep. I took my phone. It was Miles. Oh God, what does he want now?
«What's up, mate?» I asked, once I picked up the call.
«Hi. Did I wake yer up?»
«Yeah. It's fine. What's the matter?»
«We have to mee' with the Bennetts, remembe'?». Oh fuck, I totally forgot. I rubbed the sweat that had formed on my forehead, with my palm.
«Umm yeah yeah. I need'a take a shower first and get ready. I'll be down in half an hour». He didn't say anything and I just hung up.
I put my cellphone back on the bedside table, after checking the time. Only four hours of sleep. Perfect.
I looked at this little angel next to me. Her hair had gotten all over her face, hiding it from my sight. I chuckled and then smiled widely.
The room was dark, but some light got in by the shutters, forming some lines of light on her body. I put the hair back and looked at her. I kept caressing her hair carefully.
My gaze fell on her curvy boobs. They were pressed together, by her arm on top of one of them. I lowered my hand and fondled them, squeezing a little. So nice.
My hand went -then- on her ass. Her knees were bent and her ass was popped out. I caressed it, trying not to put my hand in between and play with her pussy.
I then covered her with the blanket, that she had pushed away, and placed a kiss on her cheek. I got up and looked at my boner. I hate it when this happens.
I sighed and walked to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror. Oh fuck, I look high. I guess I need to sleep more.
I slapped my cheeks lightly and pushed my hair back, just to see how it looks. I then got into the shower and opened the tap, letting the hot water cover my body.
I touched my cock and stroked it slowly. I faced the ceiling and let the water fall onto my face. I moved my hand faster, pumping my cock quickly. I closed my eyes and fantasized about things.
«Oh, fook, Klarisa...»
[...]
We got back into the car and exhaled slowly. I fixed my belt and started driving, without saying anything. «Were are we goin'?» Miles asked.
«Oh, I need to get somewhere». He didn't comment anything and just looked around. «She found the gun» I told him and he looked at me shocked. I turned my gaze on him for a moment, and then back on the road.
«What? How?»
«I had it on meh»
«Why? I thought yer kept it hidden when ya were with 'er. Or gave it to meh». Yeah, Miles, I know.
«She hadn't touched meh for almost four fookin' months, mate. I didn't know that she would do it now. I had it on meh from yesterday and she saw it, before I could do somefin'. But I covered up and told her that I have it only for safety. It was empteh, so I showed her that it didn't have any bullets in it». Thank God I had used them.
«Why didn't ya tell 'er the truth?» he asked and I raised my eyebrows.
«Yer kiddin', reyht? What was I supposed to tell 'er? That I put me father in jail for somefin' I did and took over the leadership of a whole criminal organization?» I shouted at him. He has lost it completely.
«Yer could just say mafia. And I fink she would understand. Martha did» he said in a low tone. I tried to calm myself as well.
«Well, they're not the same. Klarisa is too innocent, sensitive and warm-hearted. She started cryin' by just findin' the gun» I explained.
«That's called a crybaby, not a sensitive gurl». My lips formed a line and I raised my eyebrows at him. He shrugged. «Sorry». I looked at the road again.
«I don't like lyin' at 'er, man. But I can't tell 'er the truth, either. She wouldn't take it well and just leave meh». He didn't say anything and I just kept driving.
«Do ya love 'er?» he then asked and I sighed. I just nodded slowly. «Yer kiddin?» he asked shocked.
«Not at all, mate. Not at all». As I was checking around the shops and shit, I saw a black dress in a shop window. It was short, tight, long-sleeved, but with the sleeves not covering the shoulders. Fuck her in that? Hell yeah.
I pressed the brake, with my foot, immediately and Miles' head shot forward, but his body was stopped by the belt, before it could hit the car. «What the fook man!?» he shouted, taking a deep breath.
«Sorry, mate. You okay?» I asked, with wide eyes, touching his shoulder.
«I almost got a heart attack, but yeah. Why did yer stop?» he asked, calming down. I pointed at him the dress. He looked at the shop window.
«Wouldn't she look good in that?» I asked, imagining my baby in this. She would be a bigger sexbomb than she already is.
«Yeah. Yeah she would» he sighed.
«I'm not talkin' about Martha» I said, just wanting to test what he's gonna say.
«Meh neither». I cleared my throat and he straightened his back again. He coughed nervously and looked at the other side of the road.
I didn't say anything at all, not wanting to start a fight, and got my mobile phone. I called Theo. «'ello, mate. Imma buy a dress and I want yer to come and get it and take it back to the hotel. I'll send ya me location».
I hung up and sent him my location. «Wait here» I told Miles and I undid my belt. I got out of the car and into the shop. After I took the dress and some red high heels, I saw out of the shop Theo's car. I approached and he opened the window.
«Good morning, boss» he greeted me serious.
«Good morning, mate. Take this». I gave him the bag through the window and he placed it on the passenger side. «Do ya have a paper and a pen?» I asked. He took a small notebook and a pen out of his jacket. «Fank you man». I grabbed the pen and the notebook.
“Wear these tonight. I'll wait for you outside the hotel at 21:00. Don't wear anything underneath.
I love you
-Alex”
«Take this and those» I gave him the notebook -with the note I wrote-, the pen and my suite's keys. «Place the dress on the sofa and put the note on top. Wake 'er up at seven o'clock. Don't get in the bedroom, though. Call the room's number or somefin» he nodded and placed the notebook into his jacket again.
I waved at him and got into my car. I fixed my belt and started driving again,'til I got outside the building. I took off my belt and looked at Miles.
«Come with meh. I need some help»
[...]
Klarisa's P.O.V.
The phone started ringing. Oh fuck, who is it? I turned around on the bed and grabbed the acoustic. «Hello?» I asked. No answer. I opened my eyes and saw that I had got my hairbrush and the phone kept ringing.
I groaned and grabbed the acoustic, this time. «Hello?»
«Theodore Graham here. I'm Mr. Turner's bodyguard. He told me to wake you up at 7 o'clock. Also, check your living room. Goodnight» a deep voice said and then hung up.
7 o'clock? Why the fuck did he want me to wake up so early? I looked at my mobile phone and it wrote 19:00. Ohhh, he meant seven in the evening!
Oh fuck, I've slept so much? I put the blanket on one side and got out of bed. My legs and abdominal hurt so much. I walked to the bathroom, quite limping, and saw that I was still naked.
I washed my face and then went into the living room. A black, tight, long-sleeved dress on the couch. A letter on top.
Meet him at nine? Does he really think that I can walk straight to go somewhere? But the “I love you” in the end was cute and made me smile.
Next to the couch, I saw some red heels as well. Oh, he wants me to wear heels too? I don't think that this is gonna go well.
Alex's P.O.V.
«Fanks for the help, mate» I told him. He opened his door, but I stopped him. I unloaded my gun and him the bullets. «Take these».
«Why?»
«She shouldn't see the bullets. The gun's no problem».
«Why don't yer just give meh the whole gun, dude? Yer not gonna use it without any bullets anyways» he suggested.
«I can't kill. But I still can use it for me defense. But no bullets. She could take it and pull the trigger for fun or somefin'. Even point at meh and pull it». I laughed, thinking that she could really do that. She acts like a little kid lots of times, but it's cute.
«Or masturbate...» Miles said and I raised my brows, with a questioning look. «Y'know, put it in and pull the trigger by accident».
«Why would she even do that?» I asked, curious af for his answer. He shrugged his shoulders.
«I dunno. Women are weird. But she could. She would really have the period of 'er life». I did a face palm, listening to the bullshit his mouth says.
«They don't bleed to death, man»
«Yeah, but just fink about it. The bullet woul-». I interrupted him, before he could finish what the fuck he was saying.
«No, mate. Just don't...»
Klarisa's P.O.V.
I got to the reception slowly, trying not to fall. My hair straight, falling on my shoulders. The dress hugging my body, the red heels on. Simple make-up, cologne and an envelope, black bag.
I took a deep breath and walked out of the hotel. In front of a black limo, Alex standing. He had his hands behind his back. A black suit on, with a black button-up shirt that had some white hearts on it. Some buttons opened. This man's style kills me, in a good way.
His hair was gelled into a quiff, as always. He smiled at me and i did as well. His eyes checking me out. I approached him and he got his hands on the front.
A big bouquet with white roses in his hands. I smiled wider and he game them to me. I took them and smelt them. They even smell beautiful.
His one hand grabbed my waist, tightly, and pulled me closer to him. I held the bouquet in only one hand, next to our bodies.
He bit his lower lip and then kissed me hungrily. My back arched, so my stomach would touch his. I kissed him back and smiled into the kiss.
He pulled away, after a moment, and smiled at me. «Yer the most beautiful, ravishing, attractive girl ever... Fook, yer a goddess» he complimented, looking at my body and then at my face.
«Thank you, daddy» I chuckled. He smiled, but then his smile dissapeared. «What's wrong?» I asked.
«Oh, nofin', Love. Shall we?»
[...]
Alex had arranged a reservation in a five star restaurant. There are no people here, as he said that he wanted some privacy and booked the place just for the two of us. Only some waiters, chefs etc are here.
We just ordered our food and our champagne arrived. I took a sip, smiling at him, at the other side of the table. The table was in white and red colors. Some flowers and candles on it, as well.
He cleared his throat and got up. «What happened?» I asked. He came closer to me and dropped down on his one knee. I turned my chair, so it could face his body, and looked at him, wide-eyed. «You're not proposing right now, are you?» I asked and he chuckled.
«For marriage? No» he said and I took a deep breath.
«Then?» I asked and he coughed nervously.
«Klarisa Reed...» he started.
«Alexander David Turner»
«Please let me finish. I'm nervous» he begged and I nodded, letting him talk. «Umm... We've been together for like...five months. Our, umm, relationship started in a weird way, don't you fink? I... We have never said anyfing formally and I love you and... I don't know if this is a real relationship and I don't even know what to call us...»
He put his one hand into his jacket and got out a small, red box. He opened it and it had in a silver ring with a huge diamond. I opened my mouth widely, shocked by the beauty of this jewel.
«Alex...»
«Are you gonna be my girl?»
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