Alejandro leaned down, his breath on my neck and his lips tickling the tiny hairs on my ear, as his husky voice filled my ears and caused a shiver to run down my spine.
"Miss me, doll?"
Stepping back to create a more appropriate distance between us, I used my palm to push back on his hard chest when he tried to step forward.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
I was surprised by the fact that I hadn't seen him in two years since he was drafted into the NBA. And for a time, I didn't think he was ever coming back, and yet, here he is standing before me.
His appearance had changed dramatically. Not that he wasn't already athletically built before, but he's definitely been working out.
His all-black tuxedo was tailored to fit every bicep, triceps, torso, and calf. My hand had felt the proof of how hard he's been training.
I stared into his deep blue eyes, trying to process the fact that he was really here. All the feelings that had been long pushed into the back of my mind resurfaced, memories of me as a child wishing he would notice me.
He simply smirked, resulting in a reminder of how easy he could make my heart skip a beat. He raked a tattooed hand through the waves of his thick black hair, his eyes focused on my dress.
"I see you got my gift," he said lowly, his tongue flickering over his pink lips in a way similar to a hungry lion eyeing its prey.
"Wait, what?" I wasn't sure if I had heard him correctly. "You're the one who bought me this dress?"
His smile stretched. "You look utterly breathtaking, doll." He took a breath, as if restraining himself from saying or doing something he may or may not regret later.
"How-How did you know my size?" I stammered, taken aback by the unexpected revelation.
He shrugged. "Lucky guess, I suppose."
I doubt it.
"You still haven't answered my question," I reminded, bringing my attention back to the reason I even allowed this conversation to go on for this long. "Why are you here?" There was no mistaking the bitterness in my tone.
"Why should I answer your question when you still have yet to answer
Mine?"
"I can't miss someone I don't care about," I retorted. Which was a lie, because he hasn't left my mind since the day he left for Chicago. "Now, answer the question."
"I see some things haven't changed," he commented, making note of my attitude, which only ever comes out when he's involved. "Unfortunately, my reasoning for coming back doesn't concern you, doll. And don't think I came back for you, because I didn't."
"Don't worry," I said with a cross of my arms. "The thought hasn't even crossed my mind."
He stepped forward, closing the gap between us. His breath became my breath as my struggle to breath intensified. I was feeling hot all over, the memory of that night painting a vivid picture in my mind.
"So, you're telling me that you don't remember the kiss we shared the night I was drafted?"
I remember it well. It was a day I would never forget, even if I wanted to. Especially because right after we kissed, Alejandro confessed his feelings for me later that night.
And we have been attached to the hip ever since. And I'm sure Alejandro knows that, or else he wouldn't be so boldly flirting with me with his brother, my boyfriend watching just feet away.
I shook my head. "It wasn't worth remembering."
That was a lie too, because his lips tasted exactly how I imagined heaven would be.
The smile on his face faded, which made me realize that my words might have actually hurt him.
Parting my lips to apologize, I couldn't get a word out as Josh swooped in and possessively snaked his arm around my waist.
Alejandro eyed the way his brother's hand gripped at my waist and silently claimed me as his.
A low, animalistic growl erupted from the base of his throat, before his gaze flickered back up to me, a foreign expression marking his handsomely chiseled features.
"Josh," Alejandro said, acknowledging his brother's presence even with his eyes still on me.
"Alejandro," he replied back with equal venom.
I bit at my lip and averted my gaze. I could sense the tension. We all could. It was so thick that not even a sword could slice through it.
"Ready to get going, babe?" I asked, wanting to get out of here.
The last time they were like this, I witnessed a physical altercation that ended up with the police having to tear the two of them apart.
He looked in my direction, the pure rage and hate that burned in his eyes dissipating. "Yeah, let's go."
I didn't even glance in direction as we shifted past him. I could feel the heavy gaze of his eyes on me, which made it very difficult not to look back at him.
That kiss we shared is in the past, and will remain there forever. Because I am with Josh now. Which means, whatever chance Alejandro and I had is history. Not that there was one to begin with. It was just a spur of the moment kiss.
It meant nothing. Absolutely nothing.
"Yes baby," I moaned. "Right there."
Josh cupped my ass, his thrusts becoming less and less controlled. And within minutes, he and I were coming together, his beautiful face contorting as he tossed his head back and grunted.
Closing my eyes, I focused on my own climax, my back arching and my cries of pleasure filling the room. My mind began to wander, a name that wasn't Josh accidentally spilling from my lips..
"Alejandro..."
My eyes flew open, the realization and shock of having called my boyfriend's brother's name during an intimate act hitting me like a ton of bricks.
Josh's head snapped back down, the anger and hurt flashing in his eyes painfully obvious.
I swallowed, wishing I could take it back, but knowing that it was far too late now that it was out in the open.
"What the fuck did you just say?"
Tears pricked my eyes and blurred my vision. I reached out to grab him,
Tears pricked my eyes and blurred my vision. I reached out to grab him, only to be rejected. He jerked away, the look of sheer disgust on his face breaking my heart.
Climbing off me, he slipped back on his underwear and began pacing back and forth. I tugged the cover up and over my body, ashamed to have ruined what was a beautiful moment.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
My intention hadn't been to say his name, but I'd be lying if I said that wasn't who I was thinking about while Josh fucked me.
He stopped in his tracks to look at me, his face as red as a cherry from the anger coursing through his veins.
He jabbed an accusatory finger in my face, spit flying out of his mouth as he shouted, "this isn't the first time you've called his name!"
I didn't know what he was talking about. I stared him with confusion."When have I ever-"
"In your fucking sleep!" He shouted, interrupting me. "You fucking moaned his name just like you do now."
I don't remember ever doing such a thing. But based on the fact that he seems more angry than surprised tells me that I must have at some point said Alejandro name in my sleep.
"Do you want him?" He suddenly asked, catching me completely off Guard.
"No, of course not. I want you."
"Right," he muttered, unconvinced. "I'm going to go, before I say something I'll regret."
He silently picked up the parts of his tuxedo that I hungrily tore off him earlier, unable to make eye contact.
"Josh please..." I sniffled and begged. "Can we just talk about this?".
There was another moment of silence and then he finally responded. "I'm all talked out, Phel. I just need some time to think."
I sat there astonished, my heart aching and my eyes burning from all the mascara getting in my eyes.
He said nothing as he left, making sure to show how angry he was by slamming the door in the process.