Alisha pov
Alexander Moretti... He is the Alexander Moretti that everyone talks about. I kissed Alexander Moretti. Now, I know why everyone is so enchanted by him. He looks like a fictional man who came out from a dark romance book.
I can still feel his gaze on me. I don't dare to look at his table. What might he be thinking about me? I just wanted to kiss his cheek, but how did I end up kissing his lips? My first kiss is gone, but I'm kinda relieved that it was with a hot man.
The girls are looking at me with envy, and some are giving me glares. Okay, I didn't go to him to seduce him. It was a dare that they gave me. Then why are they being like this?
"What's wrong with you guys? It was you who gave her the dare. Then, why are you acting like that?" Jenny asked.
"I know it was us, but it's shocking that she got his number and even kissed him."
"So, what did you want? You wanted her to slap him for not getting his number. You guys are being unreasonable," Jenny said, pissed.
"I didn't mean that. But-"
"Stop; it was just a dare," Jake said.
He looks pissed and angry. But why though? Does he like Alexander too? My phone lit up from an incoming call. My mom is calling me. I saw the time, and my eyes widened. It was already eleven forty-five. Damn, that's why Mom is calling me. I need to leave ASAP.
"Jenny, we have to leave," I whispered, and showed her my phone.
She nodded at me and looked back at them.
"As Jake said, it was a dare. I hope this thing will end today." Jenny said.
"Okay, okay, forget about it," Stefany said, and everyone agreed, but some are still glaring at me.
"My mom is calling. I will take my leave," I said while standing up.
"But it's too soon," Jake said.
"I know, but sorry guys, I have to leave,"
Jenny and I bid them goodbye and went to the parking lot. We got into her car, and she started to drive.
"Quick, Jenny. It's already twelve."
"I know. Relax girl. We will arrive soon."
"But I want to know. How did it feel?" she asked.
"Feel what?"
"To kiss Alexander Moretti," she said while wiggling her eyebrows.
I recalled the moment and instantly touched my lips. My heart started to act weirdly. I never knew that a man's lips could be this soft. Well, obviously, I don't know. It was my first kiss, well, more like a peck. But I won't lie, I did like the kiss.
"Girl, back to earth," she said while snapping her finger in front of my face.
"You don't need to tell me how it felt. Your face is telling me everything," she chuckled. I looked down in embarrassment. I bet my face is red again. Why am I acting like a teenager?
"I didn't expect you to kiss his lips, though."
"I was going to kiss his cheek, but then he moved his face toward me, and I accidentally ended up kissing his lips. It was so embarrassing. What might he be thinking about me?" I groaned.
"He might be thinking about ways of having you. Because you know, I heard he has a heart of ice and is cruel. Many women tried to seduce him, but he didn't even glance at them or let them come close to him. And if anyone goes overboard, he destroys them. But you not only went close to him but also kissed him. He must have fallen for your beauty."
"You are imagining things. And as you said, he destroys them. What if he does something to me?"
"I'm not imagining things. And if he wanted to do anything to you, he would have done it in the bar. His bodyguards were with him. If he didn't want to, you wouldn't have been even able to go near him. His guards would have thrown you out. Moreover, he gave you his number himself."
"You are right."
"I'm always right. But you know, when you went to Alexander's table, Jake was acting weird. And when you kissed Alexander, he looked so agitated."
"Why?"
"You guess, why?" she said.
I thought hard for a while and remembered how pissed he was after I returned to the table. I got it.
"He was looking quite furious. Maybe he likes Alexander too," I said while nodding at myself.
Jenny stopped the car all of a sudden, making us jerk forward.
"What?" she shouted.
"What, what?"
"After thinking so hard, you have come to this conclusion?" she asked, shocked, and I nodded.
"He must be jealous; that's why he acted like that," I said, and she facepalmed.
"I'm feeling pity for Jake. My girl, why are you so innocent?" she said while shaking her head.
I looked at her, confused. What does she mean by innocent? After all the books I have read, I can be everything but innocent.
"What are you saying?"
"Forget about it; let's go."
She started to drive again. Soon, we arrived home. I looked at the time; it was almost one a.m. Woah; I'm going to have an earful.
"Farewell, darling. Text me after you reach home." I said and unbuckled my seatbelt.
She waved me bye, and I got out of the car. With a last goodbye, she drove off, and I entered the house. The lights in the living room are on.
My Mom and dad are sitting on the couch, and Adrian is passing around. I was just one hour late. Do they have to panic like this for it? I took a deep breath and announced.
"I'm home," I said as I stepped inside the living room, and they looked at me. My brother halted, and Mom came to me.
"Darling, why are you back so late? Why didn't you pick up my calls? Do you know how worried I was?" My mom bombarded me with questions.
"I'm sorry, mom. We were playing games and didn't notice the time. My phone was on silent. But as soon as I saw your missed calls, I left the party and hurried home."
"Don't put your phone on silent again. We were so worried, princess," Adrian said.
"I'm sorry for making you guys worried. It won't happen again," I said.
"Okay, okay, it's pretty late. You must be tired. Let's go to bed," Dad said.
I kissed their cheeks, wished them goodnight, and left for my room. I'm relieved that they didn't find out. I entered my room. I want to throw myself on the bed so badly, but even though I didn't drink, I reek of alcohol. I need to take a shower.
I dragged myself to the bathroom and took a warm, bubbly bath. After changing into my pyjamas, I finally threw myself on the bed and slipped onto my duvet. My thoughts went back to the bar.
Alexander Moretti, his entire existence screams wealth and power. His one stare can bring anyone to their knees. The way his blue eyes were staring at me made me feel like a prey.
He looks like someone who will do anything for the person he loves. I wonder who will be the lucky one. While thinking about him, I fall into a deep slumber.
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Under the dim light, a pair of ocean blue eyes are piercing at my soul. The eyes are as cold as ice but yet look so warm. Alexander Moretti slowly stepped toward me and stopped in front of me. His veiny hand wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to him.
His spicy cologne filled my nostrils. He put his hand on my jaw and slowly lifted it. His breath is fanning my lips. He leaned forward and captured my lips with his. I closed my eyes and let him devour me. I put my hand on his firm chest. He slowly nibbles my lips and bites them, making me yelp.
He took the chance and slid his tongue inside my mouth. The kiss started slowly, but later it turned into a fierce, hungry kiss. He is kissing me like there is no tomorrow, like he owns me. His hand fisted my hair and tugged, and he rasped against my lips.
"You're mine."
ti-tit ti-tit.
The sound of the alarm clock woke me up from my slumber. I opened my eyes and blinked multiple times to clear my mind. What was that? What did I just dream about? I must be out of my mind. This is all Jenny's fault. She kept talking about how I was the first girl he allowed to get close to him.
I touched my lips and recalled the dream. The way his hand slid onto my waist and his lips touched mine. I slapped myself to come back to reality. It was just a dream. It was my first time getting into physical contact with a man. That's why I dreamed of him. And I just felt a little attracted to him and nothing else. Yeah, that's it.
Sun rays have filled my room. I looked at my table clock. It was eight in the morning. I'm shocked. This is the first time I've slept that long. I didn't wake up in the middle of the night. I didn't have nightmare. After that incident, not even one night of mine has passed without nightmares. But why? How? Is it because of him?
I sighed. I'm thinking too much. Just because I didn't have nightmare last night doesn't mean I won't in the future. Let's forget about him. One kiss means nothing. He must have already forgotten about me. He must be thinking I'm the same as those women he encountered before. And it weirdly makes me sad.
Why should I care about what he thinks of me? He is no one to me. Let's stop thinking about him and forget him. It's not like I will meet him again. That's what I thought, but I didn't know that my fate had something else planned for me.