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       I was up early. Nope, I was up all night. If anyone had told me that I'd be up all night for some reason unknown to me, I'd be sure to leave a dent on them. But I know why I was up and I sure as hell didn't like it at all.

    I didn't like the fact that seeing my father after all this years left me unnerved. After all this years of his absence, I never for once allowed myself to think about him. My brain didn't even consider him, a topic to be thought about. But now, he was pretty much the occupant of my brain. He and Alejandro of course. No shocker there.

      The presidential suite consisted of two high quality rooms in exception of the foyer and living room. Each room had a breathtaking view of the city. With feather pillows and really soft beds, an amazing decor with quality paintings- not those weird abstract paintings that got you confused if the artiste was a man going through ovulation- the room was pretty much everyone's dream.

    The living room was- I didn't have enough time to admire it last nightbecause of Alejandro- indeed a sight. As you enter the living room from the foyer, you'd be met with a rich cellar of not just French but Italian wine. A little to the right, a perfect replica of Mona Lisa. The three white leather sofas all stand in a circle, with a little table in the middle. A rotating kitchen counter at the far corner. Let's not even forget the bubbling jacuzzi that laid beside the floor to ceiling glass wall which in turn gave you a clear view of the CN tower.

     The exact same tower I'm staring at right now as I'm seated, waiting for Alejandro to grace me with his presence. It turns out that there would be no tour for me as he had gotten really cross last night. Too cross that he didn't even spare me a glance when I came out of my room to greet him since I heard shuffling outside my room. He was pouring himself some juice from the fridge and mumbled up some words that came out like. 'We leave for Australia today, prepare yourself. Once we reach the mines here in Canada and you get the chemical decomposition, we are out'.

     And all those words were spent without a single glance at the recipient of them. I stood, completely shocked as he continued with his daily activities like I wasn't even significant to deserve a glance. He didn't even reply my greeting. So now I sat on this really comfy sofa, completely confused on why he would be giving me a cold shoulder when he was the obvious one at fault for leaving me alone not just in an airport but in a foreign country.

     Soon, the black cedar door that separated the two of us from each other opened. There he stood, a frown etched on his forehead as he tried working his cufflinks. The charcoal black tuxedo he had on did nothing short of it's work to reveal his physique. He had a black dress shirt on, leaving three buttons open so that it gave a clear view of his olive taut skin.

     For a second, I just stared at the Latino Adonis that stood before me. The confused face he had on made him look like a baby confused on how to unwrap a biscuit. His jet black hair was neatly gelled back although some locks of hair dangled on his forehead. His lower lip came out with a pout as he stared at the cufflinks, wondering why it couldn't just go through the hole.

      "Hey, let me help" that was the time he noticed my presence because he sent a dark glare at me that would have had me rooted in this sofa for centuries. But for some reason, my legs were moving towards him and slowly, his dark glare softened by a fraction. I took the cufflinks out of his hand, trying to ignore the sparks that ran through my body as our fingers brushed against each other.

    I could literally feel his eyes boring a hole through the middle of my skull. I passed the first cufflink through the hole before taking up his second hand. It was when I passed the second cufflink that I realized how close we were. I flushed bright red when I felt his hot breath touch my forehead. And just like a moth drawn to a flame, my eyes met with his deep and dark emerald green eyes.

    His eyes darkened so marvelously as
twirls of black that I hadn't ever taken note of danced, making me to gasp in wonder. Those emerald green orbs were searching my face for a telltale sign for something I didn't know. And I guess they found out what they were looking for because they just stared at my lips for what felt like hours. It was like I was in a trance because suddenly I didn't care. I didn't care about the close proximity between the both of us. I didn't care that I could feel his body heat hitting my own body like darts. I didn't even care that his eyes weren't green anymore but a direct replica of the sky at midnight without a single star of course.

     But I knew that we had to get moving and I knew that the second he realized that I was still standing and starring at him like how I was, he was sure to use that as an insult. So being the smart one between the two of us, I cleared my throat even though I didn't have something to say. "I'm sorry that I got you worried last night. It wasn't my-" I didn't even finish my speech when his oh so soft lips came crashing down on mine like lightening.

     Paralyzed.
I was shocked to my bone marrow. Too shocked that my eyes were wide open, my lips frozen and my body completely rigid. His lips came out hard and fervent on mine. Like he was in need of this, like he needed it all so desperately. For a second, I considered pushing him away and giving him the darkest glare I could muster. I placed my palms to push him away but when they met against the hard and hot skin that escaped his dress shirt, I knew I was chest deep in trouble.

     And when he wrapped one of his hand on my palms that were on his shirt and his other, snaking my waist and pressing me flush against him, I knew I was damned as I felt the pool of Bethesda form in between my legs. My lips moved against his like they were possessed, matching his fervent tempo. My finger slowly trailed up to outline his jaw and soon, I was lost in how hard they were.

       I was lost in how soft his lips were, how hot and hard his skin felt against mine, how my body felt so perfect in his hands.  And then when he moaned against my lips as I dug my fingers through his rich dark locks and pulled, I was lost completely. Soon, I couldn't differentiate the beginning of the kiss from the end. I couldn't even differentiate when I was kissing him or when he was kissing me.

     His hands ran their length over me, and if possible, pushing me hard against him. His lips left mine to trail all the way down to my neck. I gasped when my hips met with his and there was no mistaking.

        I felt him. I felt my long lost friend, Alejandro Jr. He was hard. Rock hard and erect against me. He placed a kiss on the nape of my neck before nibbling on my earlobe.

       I literally saw stars. 

      I moaned quite loudly as he ground his hips against me while I felt him smirk against my skin.

    His hand ventured low from my waist to my ass which he groped with a moan. My knees buckled under me just immediately he picked me up, making me straddle him as the satin black dress I had on hiked up. His hands held fast to my ass, pressing not just me flush against him but also grinding his hips against mine. He dragged his lips back to mine and continued to assault them.

         Good Lord, could I get anymore wetter?

       With every time he ground his hips on mine, I gasped just as he bit down on my lower lip and I moaned every time.

     Soon, I found myself dropping on a really soft bed, my hair forming a halo on the pillow. He peeled off the tuxedo coat off his body before dropping it on the bed beside me. No words was spoken between the both of us as we drank each other with our eyes. He slowly crept up to me to which I allowed him with open arms. His eyes bored into mine as I felt his fingers slowly drag themselves on my thighs. Goosebumps broke out on my skin, chills running down my spine as I shivered.  

    His eyes never left mine as his fingers traced up so far till I couldn't see them anymore. Then I felt them. They brushed against my neon orange thong making me gasp. His eyes twirled with amusement, a devious smirk dressing his lips as he studied my face. His finger hooked on the waistline of my thong, dragging themselves lazily and slowly.

    I couldn't help but bite my lower lip as my eyes almost shut close in euphoria when I felt his fingers drag my underwear off my waist then body.

      When his finger brushed against my sensual spot, I caught the smirk on his lips as my eyes shut close this time. Then he froze and for a second, I almost cried. "Open your eyes" those words. Never had they felt so arousing before.

     Just as my eyes open, he slid his fingers through my folds. I couldn't even tell who moaned, I or him?

     I ached for him. I ached for his hands all over my body but most importantly, I ached for him down there inside me.

    He leaned down just as our lips locked again in a hot passionate kiss as he continued to rub my sensual spot. I couldn't help but moan at every stroke but if I had said I saw stars before, they couldn't stand a chance to what I saw when he slid his finger into me.

     My head flung back in euphoria as he bit down once again on my lower lip. "So fucking tight" I heard him groan under his breath as he pumped into me.

     One finger. Two fingers.

    Stretching me out completely. I writhed under him, my hip thrusting up to me him in every thrust and stroke he made. He began sucking and nibbling on my earlobe, murmuring sweet nothings into my ear with his deep baritone once his lips left mine. I couldn't help but plunge my fingers into his hair and tug at it.

    I could feel my walls clenching against his fingers as he continued to pump into me. He knew I was close. He could feel it.

     With his thumb pressing down on my clit, I spiralled over the edge. Twice. I was short of breath from climaxing twice just from his fingers.

    I tried to gain my breath with my eyes shut. He slowly slid his fingers out of me just as I opened my eyes. What he did next would have had me flying over the edge again.

     He sucked them. With his eyes boring into me.

      And just like I was just dumped into the Caribbean sea, I realized what just happened. I realized how I had just played the whore to no other than my ex. Alejandro Black.

    Oh God!
With the last shred of dignity I had, I pushed him off my body and ran out of his room.

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Yeesh! Now I need a cold shower.

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