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Alex

Monday, February 2, 2023

Night

Looking out his office window at night was such a blast from the past. The city twinkled in the night and the sound of cars driving and honking was so mellow. Still felt bad for the way I got here.

Hitting him, threatening him, wasn't the way I wanted our relationship to turn out, but he left that blonde dickhead. Fooled everyone into believing I was dead. That side of him was from me. He was a manipulative man.

Turning around, I stared at the back of his fresh haircut that he'd gotten early today. He was doing paperwork, and shit did he look sexy. Looking at the chairs we sat in, the first day we met, brought so many memories to the surface. This was where I met my match. My property. Laying my hand on his broad shoulders, he smiled to himself, continuing his boring ass paperwork. "Alex?"

"When are you gonna be done with this bullshit?"

"You wanna be clingy? This comes with that."

That deep, brooding tone I loved started becoming his normal voice and the way he'd put me in my place just made me hard all the fucking time... He was the only person I'd listen to. But I wanted his attention, all of it. Taking off my black t-shirt and unbuckling my jeans was the way. The sound of my belt falling to the floor caught his attention, and he twirled his chair towards me, just smirking.

"Alex, wait till we get home."

"Fuck that."

I started unbuttoning my pants, only for his loud voice to stop me. "ALEX!"

Standing there shirtless, I moved the arms of the chair up, sitting on his lap. The way he looked at me was so menacing and lustful, and the suit he was wearing only made it better. This navy blue suit with his chest out letting his now hairy body turn me on even more. "Sexy?"

"I have to work."

I took the file off the desk, skimming it. It was some bitch named Alice. She suffered from depression and anxiety. "This bitch is more important than me?"

Laying his hands on my ass, he went to my neck, planting small kisses. Anything he did turned me on, but this was the main thing. When he took control, marking me up like he owned me. Soon enough, those kisses turned to sucking, but something he'd developed was leaving bite marks on my neck and the feeling of his teeth made me moan like I never had.

"Joseph..."

The biting gave me the reaction I wanted, and he picked me up, slamming me against the glass window. "My property, right?" He growled, sucking the bite marks that I knew were drawing blood. The pain was exhilarating for me, leaving me to his will and all I could do was mumble out a yes.

His eyes moved back to me, and trying not to shut down completely over his gaze was getting more difficult by the second. My heart felt like my neck, sore, begging for any touch of his. "Sexy, I just want you..."

His white teeth, and the small amount of stubble on his face, were like a drug I'd take any day. "You have me. It's been 4 years and you still act like I'm leaving you." The thought of him leaving upset me and he took notice, moving the paperwork onto his chair, before plopping me onto his desk. "Alex?"

"It's that blonde dickhead. He keeps contacting you! Then these fucking patients and..." I rambled before he planted a kiss on my lips.

"Alex, can I take you somewhere?" Pissed was how I felt. Everyone in this fucking world took his attention from me. That blonde dickhead messed up our relationship, and so did his fucking parents. He lowered his lip, letting me see the inside. "Who's name is that?"

"Mine."

Moving his sleeve back, he looked at the tattoo I'd given him back in that cabin. "Who's name is that?"

"Mine but-"

He opened his blazer, exposing his chest. Under his left nipple was my name. "Who's?"

"Fucking mine..." I sighed.

He cupped my face, staring into my eyes that I knew still had an effect on him. "Then stop being like that. I belong to you and only you..." Knowing he was right was annoying, at some point I just had to agree. But I liked when he reassured me, when he just pinned me against a wall or left hickeys that would last days on my neck. "So, can I take you somewhere?"

"Yes..."

...

Night time was my favorite time of day. Quiet and moody was always the feeling in my stomach, but now it was usually taken up by him. The calmness of his face as we drove down the dark streets was melancholic, not that I knew completely what that fucking meant. It was something I could do forever.

"Sexy, where are we going?"

"You'll see..." is all he responded with. Leaving me completely fucking clueless. "It's something you'll love and something that'll calm your nerves."

"My nerves?"

His free hand found its way to my pants. "Yes, your nerves."

I shuffled my pants off, moving his hand up my thigh. Soon enough, the feeling of his cold hand touching my balls made me shiver, but it quickly went to the thing he loved to suck. The way he'd stroke it only to get pre-cum was admirable. He knew how to get me started, whether it was with his words or hands.

He stopped the car at a familiar club, the place I used to run before the cops shut it down. He moved his hands from my underwear, staring at the pre-cum all over his palm. Looking at me with his brooding eyes he licked it off, before reaching over, connecting his lips with mine. The taste of my cum was sweet, or maybe it was that strawberry taste I loved, but our tongues explored every inch of each other's mouths. He pulled my underwear all the way down, revealing my hard, veiny cock. Sliding his tongue out of my mouth, he gave me one last kiss, moving closer to my ear.

"This is my property, right?" he asked in that tone I love. The feeling of his thumb playing with the tip of my dick rendered me completely defenseless, and I nodded, letting a small groan out. "Alex, fucking say it."

"It's your property..." I moaned out

He planted a kiss on my cheek before lowering his head, sucking the cum off my tip. My eyes closed and fuck was he good at what he does. Running my hand through his styled hair, I pushed his head down a bit, causing him to jolt up. Anger settled in my gut, but I knew it wasn't worth it. The mean, cold stare that he'd developed over the months told me not to.

Sometimes he didn't feel like the same man I'd met. There wasn't that cute giggle or sweet talk he used to give me. Just possessiveness and sex.

"Get yourself together and meet me inside." He said coldly, opening the door. But I grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"Sexy, what's wrong?"

"Alex, stop asking me that. I've told you for the 11th fucking time, I'm fine!" He shouted in frustration.

Hearing him speak to me like that struck something In my heart. It hurt my feelings. That was a new emotion I didn't like. But he took notice kissing my cheek.

"I'm sorry. Can you just fix yourself up so I can show you?"

"Ya sure..." I mumbled.

A tear ran down my face as he left the car. The whole reason I'd even run after him was because of how he made everything brighter. He gave me hope. But it felt like he slowly distanced himself from that person. Pulling my underwear up and jeans, I got out of the car, taking a heavy breath. Walking up to the entrance made so many flashbacks run through my head and walking into the building only strengthened it.

The lights were normal, and he sat at the bar, drinking a bottle of vodka. Slamming it on the counter, he got up, taking my hand. "There's two things that are going to happen today."

"Those things are? Sexy?" He guided me to the booths and for a moment I thought my eyes deceived me. The blonde dickhead was tied to the booth, with duct tape over his mouth. "Sexy, what the fuck is this?"

"Well, it's to make you happy. You wanted him out of the way, so..."

"Sexy, I just wanted you. I don't give a fuck about him!"

There was a no response to anything, just his menacing stare and the muffled groans from the blonde dickhead. "Alex. You said you wanted to kill him. Torture him for what he did and now you have the chance."

"That was years ago! I want what he had! The sweet, sexy, kind man I met in that FUCKING OFFICE! A MARRIAGE! MAYBE EVEN SOME FUCKING KIDS!"

There was a blank look in his eyes, and so was his voice. "I am that man, Alex."

"That man doesn't act or do shit like this!" Tears ran down my eyes as I cupped his sexy face, looking into his dead eyes. "Where is my Joseph?"

Wiping my tears away, he pulled me into a hug. The way his presence could fix anything in my life was so special, but the sound of a knife caught my attention and he forced it into my hand. "Our marriage and family starts after you kill him."

Looking into his cold eyes just cemented in my brain that he wasn't himself anymore. Moving out his arms, I took the dickheads duct tape off and he coughed, looking at me, then Joseph. "Jose..."

"Alex, kill him."

"Jose, it's me!" He cried, tears running down his face. "I'm your best friend!"

"Only person I need is my husband." That word shocked me, and so did the smile on his face as he got on one knee. Pulling a small black box out of his pocket. My body went numb and the happiness in my chest was something I'd never felt. "Alex Crawfield, will you marry me?"

"Joseph, this isn't you! LOOK AT ME!" The dickhead screamed, turning his attention to me. He cried even harder. "What did you do to him?"

"Alex. Stop paying attention to him." My eyes kept going back and forth between them. But that seemed to upset him and this was probably the first time I'd seen him cry since the cabin. "Will you marry me? Alex?"

Staring at the blonde dickhead, this showed what type of man I'd be marrying. It wasn't the therapist I met, but someone completely different. A frown dawned on his face as seconds ticked away and the blonde dickhead stared at me, waiting for my response.

"Alex?" Joseph squeaked. I could hear the hurt in his voice. Another few seconds ticked away, and he got up, crying. "You said you wanted a marriage. This was the second thing I was talking about..."

Seeing him upset always hit me and the genuine hurt in his eyes told me this was serious to him. "Sexy, yes I will!" I rushed, but that didn't help the frown.

"Then why'd it take you so long?"

"Sexy, I do! I just-" I choked. "I don't know..."

That answer made things worse, and he turned his attention to blondie. "Jose..."

"MY NAME IS FUCKING JOSEPH."

He took the knife out of my hand, and I'd never seen his hand shake the way it did. It was like a bomb being ready to go off.

"He's worried about you! Just like your parents are! Just like I've been!" "Your father stresses about you every day, we all d-" he was quickly cut off, with a slice to the neck. Blood squirted all over and he held his neck before hitting the table like a sack of meat.

He looked like a complete psycho and the laugh that left his mouth only made it him seem crazier. Blood covered everything on him, reminding me of american psycho. After a few minutes his laughing stopped, and he looked at me.

"Alex?"

"Sexy?"

Forcing my hands on his ass, he pulled me closer, kissing my ear. I was too frozen to do anything. This was the first time I'd seen him do anything like this. But my thoughts were cut off when his now deep, seductive voice whispered something, giving me chills.

"I love you. Only you." The sound of a door opening caught his attention and fake tears started falling down his face. "Brother! Please help me!" He begged, smirking at me.

His brother quickly ran into the room, looking at me, then blondies body. "What the fuck!" He shouted in fear. Joseph quickly ran out of my arms and into his.

"Michael. He made me do it..." he sobbed, breaking my heart. There was a wave of fucking anger before I noticed him raise the knife, quickly slamming it into his brother's back.

"Joseph?" he sputtered out, as blood ran down his mouth like a river. Grabbing him by the neck, he slammed his head onto the table. The impact sent waves down my body and his nose was bent to the right. The whole front of his face was just blood.

He looked down at his brother's bloody head, with the devil's stare as if I'd ever seen it. "That's for fucking touching him during that bullshit party." Raising his bloody head, his brother sobbed trying to breathe as best he could. "HE'S MINE! HE'LL ALWAYS BE FUCKING MINE! YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes..." he sniffled, spitting up blood. But that wasn't enough, and he quickly slit his throat, slamming his head back on the table.

My dick was harder than ever, and I had no words to express how I felt about anything that happened in these past fucked up 10 minutes. The way he turned his head to look at me was addicting. Sexy. Loving. Everything I wanted and more, he was completely dedicated to me.

"Alex?" He smiled, getting on his knee again. Grinning at my prominent bulge, he continued anyway, pulling the black box that now was half covered in blood. "Will you marry me?"

Seeing him on his knees, or bent over, would probably always be my favorite position. But the excitement took over and the widest smile I'd ever had was glued to my face. "YES!" The ring looked more expensive than I imagined. It was in the shape of a rose but full of sparkling diamonds that shined brighter because of the light above us.

Sliding it onto my finger made me feel different, like I was a part of something. There was so much happiness in my body that I just hugged him, trying to contain it as best I could. Forcing my head in his chest, kissing his warm blood-covered skin.

"Alex!" He laughed, moving my gaze to him. The blood and crazed eyes just reminded me he was mine. My sexy psycho. Past him didn't matter if he was willing to kill for my love, hurt the people closest to him.Β  This was his way of showing the true connection we had, something no else could conjure up or have the balls to do.

Our lips met and nothing mattered but me and him. Anyone else was just a waste. The feeling of his hand unzipping my pants made my body heat up, but he abruptly stopped, moving his lips away from mine.

"Alex, whose last name are we taking?"

That question lit my body up completely, but I wanted to distance himself from his parents. Keep him to myself, so the words just slipped out my mouth.

"Joseph Crawfield"

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What ending did you like more? Let me know in the comments!

The final session is the CANON ending. (This was just for the Alex Stan's lmao)

I will be writing a bonus chapter for the original ending and this one!

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