One Night Stand With Alexander Blackwood Chapter 6 — Six

Alexander’s POV

I never thought I’d find myself in the apartnt of the woman I spent the night with. But here I was — standing in front of her while I questioned her.

All through the day, I had my mind on her even when I didn’t wish to. When I was about to leave the office, I found that she left her work badge.

I was ant to ignore it. But, I needed an excuse to see her, and this was the perfect one.

Now, I could see how flustered she was. Maybe I didn’t want to forget her. Maybe I wanted more from her.

"Serena... are you really going to pretend that nothing happened between us last night?" I asked her.

I could see a panic flash through her eyes as she twisted her fingers nervously.

She didn’t speak. I observed her, and I could see the faint rise and fall of her chest. My lips curved satisfactorily. I was glad that I had this effect on her.

I smirked faintly and leaned closer to her. "Or... are you going to pretend that I am your boss and nothing more?" I asked her as my eyes trailed from her face to her chest.

I gulped. Her shirt was partly unbuttoned and her b**bs were in full display for . I licked my lips as I recalled how my tongue swirled on her boobs.

She already seed to notice my gaze as she instantly crossed her arm over her chest.

"Mr. Blackwood!" She yelled, glaring at . She thought she looked fierce. Unfortunately for her, I only found her to be cute. Like a kitten who purred constantly.

"Why are you covering it? I have seen your entire body. There is no need to be shy." I had to admit. I was having a lot of fun just by teasing her.

Her face turned red as her eyes darted around. It was clear that she was embarrassed by my words. But I didn’t care. She was the first lady I found myself looking at twice.

To , she felt... different. Her innocence. Her beauty. Her cuteness. Everything. I wanted it all to myself.

"Mr. Blackwood, sinc—"

"Alexander." I said simply. Mr. Blackwood was setting a distance between us. I didn’t want any of that.

I saw the confusion flash through her eyes, and I took a step back, creating distance between us. Her shoulders dropped, relief spreading in her eyes.

"I don’t understand what you an." She said, biting her lips so much I gulped slightly. Her lips were red, plump and soft. They moved slowly, and all I wanted to do was to kiss them.

And that was what I did. I leaned down, and captured her lips with mine. Her eyes widened and she gasped.

Her gasp was all the invitation I needed.

The mont her lips parted, I deepened the kiss, sliding my tongue into her mouth like I had been starving for her all day — which, frankly, I had.

She tasted exactly the way I rembered... warm, soft, a little hesitant, like she didn’t know whether to push away or lt into .

But in the end, she chose the second.

Her fingers gripped the front of my shirt, not to pull closer, but because her knees were trembling. The thought alone made a low growl rumble in my chest.

I pressed my hand against the small fra of her back, pulling her towards . She fit perfectly — too perfectly — as though this was where she had belonged from the start.

Her lips quivered under mine, unsure, exploring, and responding. I could feel her breath hitch each ti my tongue brushed hers.

God, she was addictive. Every sound, every shiver, every tiny surrender she gave fed sothing primal inside .

I had never felt this way with any lady before. She was the first to bring out such a side in .

I tilted her head slightly and kissed her deeper and slower this ti. Each kiss of mine was intentional and possessive.

I wanted her feel it. To understand.

This wasn’t a kiss of curiosity.

It was a claim. My claim on her. She was mine! I didn’t want her with anyone else.

When I finally pulled back, her lips were swollen, her breath shaky, her cheeks flushed with the kind of color I wanted to see her wear every night. Her eyes were glazed, confused, wanting... and still trying to pretend she wasn’t affected.

I brushed my thumb lightly across her lower lip.

"It wasn’t just last night, Serena," I murmured, my voice low.

"It’s this. It’s you. And I’m not forgetting any of it."

I could see the questions in her eyes, and when I was about to answer, a buzz cut through the atmosphere.

I frowned instinctively. It was my phone.

"Just a second," I said, and reached for my phone in my pocket. My frown deepened when I saw the caller. It was my mom. And whenever she called, it was never sothing good.