A/N: Warning: This chapter and next will contain sexual content. Read at your own risk. You've been warned. ;)
Alex had already fallen asleep on the bed. After Robbie left her alone in the room, she could not stop thinking about what he had told her. She felt so guilty and she told herself that she will wait for him to come back after he stepped out. She thought he just went outside to get some fresh air but what she didn't know was he will come back drunk.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
A knock from the door had woken her up from a deep slumber and she sleepily opened the door. A tall gentleman with silver hair stood before her in which she assumed he might be the captain of the yacht.
What was he doing with the captain at this hour?
She shoved the dirty thoughts from her mind and just focused on his drunk companion.
"I'm sorry disturb you, Ma'am. But Sir Robbie had too much to drink and I think he needed a nice warm bed tonight," Lawrence said smiling widely.
Alex didn't take the hint and just motioned them to come in by moving away from the door.
"Howdy, Allison!" greeted Robbie in a sarcastic drawl. His eyes were half-opened, and liquor was drowning his mind.
"Thank you, Captain," Alex thanked him as Lawrence ushered Robbie inside the bedroom. He took off his arm from his head and Robbie dropped to the bed.
Robbie closed his eyes completely as his vision blurred and the whole place span around him.
"You can call me, Lawrence, Ma'am."
Alex smiled. "It's Allison."
He nodded. "Have a goodnight, Ms. Allison."
"Thanks, Cap!" Robbie slurred.
"Take a rest now, Son. I'll see you in the morning."
Son?
Alex could not help but noticed what he called him.
"Thank you again," as she walked with Lawrence and closed the door.
As soon as she locked the door, she went straight to Robbie and started taking off his shoes.
"Doing your duties already, my dear wife?" Robbie commented with his eyes still closed. "Don't be too nice or I might get used to it."
Alex sighed. Robbie was still angry with her, and it was all her fault... She just hoped by morning it will be different.
She had completely taken off his shoes and she took it, then opening the closet, she placed it with the other shoes.
She stopped and stood for a moment in the closet. She could not take her mind of the conversation they just had... that eventhough she tried to deny it, she actually wanted to feel his skin again on her lips. She craved for it and she remembered how he was breathless while she was doing it, a response that was still a shock to her.
She didn't know she had that effect on him and now she wondered if what Robbie was telling her was true.
But then how about the years she was gone? He could be doing things with other men for ten years secretly. It was possible since they had lost contact with each other for so long and maybe he decided to be open about it in the public.
If he did, then why didn't she hear it from the news? Did it not say that no secret can be revealed in time?
She sighed. Maybe by tomorrow, when Robbie felt much better, they will talk... they needed to talk anyway about their engagement... wedding... and possibly future as a family.
Family... she never knew she will hear that word again after forgetting what it feels like to have a real family. A family who had love... she just wished it will be the same for them. Except their only connection was Sasha. For now, it was enough.
She came back to the bed. Robbie had his eyes closed and the quiet rise of his chest made her assume that he had finally fallen asleep.
She closed the lights to the bedroom and crawled beside him on the bed. She knew she had to get used to sleeping beside him again without feeling nervous. Not that she was afraid of what he will do since she knew Robbie would never force her into anything, but she was more afraid that she won't be able to resist him if he did make a move on her.
She did not understand why but lately, every part of her was awakened by the mere touching of their skin. She sometimes wondered if that was because of that night...
There was something that changed inside of her after that night and whether she admitted it or not, she actually found Robbie as a lover... a husband she could have...
She took a deep breath as she closed her eyes and laid down on her right side to face Robbie. He heard him shift and in the darkest of the room, she felt a hand cupped her face as a sweet voice mentioned her name softly.
"Allison," he whispered as a pair of lips touched her lips gently.
Though a bit surprised by his gesture, she moved closer to him and she placed her hand on his neck. Following his lead, she parted her lips for him as he slowly delved into her mouth with his tongue.
His breath smelled liquor but she didn't care. The softness of his lips as it grazed over hers was enough for her to continue craving for it as it intensified. Her hand automatically went to his chest as her fingers ran through the buttons that she once unbuttoned in the closet.
She unbuttoned them once again, eager to have a feel of his hard chest as she slipped them off over his shoulders and he let go of her lips to shove them off him like a dirty rag onto the floor. He kissed her once again, hungry for more. His strong arms wrapped around her waist pulling her closer to him as her fingers ran down his chest and he grunted underneath her lips.
She knew this wasn't right. She felt like they were using each other as objects of desires to fill in the cravings they were deprived of for years. But her mind was determined of one thing, she wanted him. She wanted to feel him inside of her again.
'But why? This is insane!' her mind protested. 'But his kiss just felt sooo good.'
She felt his hand over her thigh as her breath hitched at his every move. This was what it felt like years ago. The feeling of being wanted... the soft caressing of his hand slowly slipping inside of her night gown, looking for a touch of her smooth creamy skin.
How did he ever let her feel this way?
No matter how hard she tried to resist it, she wanted more and she never wanted him to stop.
How did he ever make him feel so alive that every fiber of her longed for his touch?
Robbie's hand moved from her face down to her legs and slipped his hand inside her nightgown. His hand shakily felt the creamy skin that he had been longing to touch since morning. His mind was clouded with so much desire that the liquor just made his desires heightened with every move that he made to her.
He vowed to himself to give her a wild night but the moment his lips touched hers, all he could do was softly kiss her... and lingered on it as long as they wanted to. He still saw her as a delicate flower that needed a lot of care and love. He had known how Miguel had been rough on her so many times during sex as she came home with some bruises on her body, and he almost wanted to kill him for doing that to Alex.
All his life he had never been rough on her. He treated her like a princess, making sure that she was comfortable. She already had a hard life having a non-caring parent after her sweet mother had passed away at a very young age, so he made sure to take care of her needs and wants as soon as he was able to do so.
She was not just a friend to him but rather a companion and unbeknownst to her, he promised himself that one day he will have a chance. A chance to prove to her that he was the one for her.
The man that should marry her... and be with her for the rest of her life...