Business Always
CHAPTER 5—AMELIA POV

Me and Alexander end up leaving the club at around midnight, which is earlier than I expected. We book a Buber back since we both drank some champagne.

While we're waiting outside the club for our Buber to arrive, I take a moment to actually check out Alexander's 'costume.' He's in a dark brown suit with an off-white shirt and a pair of werewolf ears.

I roll my eyes at how boring his costume was, but I guess I could say the same for Xavier and basically most of the men there who needed a quick costume after spending a day in the office.

"Babe, I need to take this call," Alexander says, pulling his vibrating phone out of his pocket "just call me if the car comes." He walks away answering the call. I nod and stand there, checking my phone to see that the Buber is still 6 minutes away.

"Looks like I keep on replaceing you all alone," Xavier's familiar voice says. It was so dark outside that I didn't even realia he was around until he came near me.

"Finding me or looking for me?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Don't flatter yourself, Miss Davis," he scoffs. "This is where all the cabs stop."

"Right." My lips form a thin line.

"Your horn is the wrong way around," Xavier informs me before placing a hand into my hair and fixing it himself. I hold my breath in as his hand touches me, his eyes are focused on my hair, giving me a free pass to look at him closely.

I could never get over how unrealistically handsome he was, and no matter what I felt about him I could never deny that.

His sharp jaw is tight, and his dark eyes are focused as he fixes my hair.

"There you go," he says, pushing my hair behind my ear before putting his hand back into his pocket.

A chill ran down my spine, I didn't know if it was from the midnight winds or the fact that Xavier's touch was so cooling, but my entire body shivered. Xavier's lips turn into the smallest smile, before he starts to take his suit jacket off.

"Thank you, Mr King, but I can take care of her." Alexander shows up from behind me, draping my shoulders in his jacket, and then leaving his hands resting on my waist.

"I'd believe that more if you were here to show it. Mr Chopra.". Xavier savs nonchalantly, slipping his right arm back into the sleeve of his jacket. In that moment, our car arrives, and Alexander opens the door for me, but my eyes are glued onto Xavier, who's glaring right back at me.

Our eyes are stuck in an intense stare which only ends when the car starts moving.

I can't seem to figure out what's going on in his mind, and I don't have time to as soon Alexander sits down beside me and the car drives away.

Alexander rests his hand around my waist. "You and Mr King seem to be getting along lately." he comments.

"I just bump into him every now and then. It's nothing to worry about," I reassure him. "You have my ring around your finger. I have nothing to worry about," he says bitterly before dipping his head down and kissing my neck.

After a tired night of drinks, kissing him wasn't something I really wanted to do, but before I could his lips were already on mine. I wince at his harshness.

He was kissing me hard, holding my face so tightly it began to ache. It was a kiss of anger, of dominance.

I knew me being around Xavier wasn't something he liked, in fact him and Xavier never got along but having me on his arm was almost like bragging rights in front of Xavier and Alexander knew that very well.

That stunt he pulled before we got into the car-he's never given me his jacket before, even when I've asked but as soon as Xavier offered his he was taking it off and putting it on me.

His words were telling me that everything was fine, but his kiss was telling me that he owned me.

"Alexander," I manage to say. "We're in a cab." I pretend that the only reason I pulled away is so we don't get too carried away, but in reality, I don't want him to touch me, especially in his horrible mood.

Soon the cab stops in front of his house, where Alexander convinced me to spend the night with him this morning. As soon as we're back inside, he holds me against the door. "We're alone now," he says.

There's a cloud of lust in his eyes and his touch, making me feel more and more like something to fulfil his needs rather than his fiancée. He puts his lips on mine again and I reluctantly kiss him back.

Tonight, his kisses feel weird and wrong. His hand travels up my dress, caressing my thigh. I play along, beginning to unbutton his shirt.

He takes me into his bedroom, laying me down on the bed and hovering over me placing kissed down my neck and onto my collarbone. I can feel his boner against my leg and can't help but cringe rather than aroused.

I was surprising myself with these emotions, cringe was never a word I could associate with Alexander and today was new. I couldn't see myself sleeping with him tonight.

I shake it off. This is the man I'll spend my life with, and I don't need to feel like this

now.

Suddenly, all of his shortcomings and imperfections were coming to light and how he was only after his own needs rather than minding mine. I couldn't help but compare him to Xavier-where there was absolutely no competition at all.

I rub myself over my panties, ensuring I was wet because I doubted Alexander would even bother and I was right. He inserts himself inside me, pumping slowly before speeding up, his groaning getting deeper and lower as he soon came to a climax.

He leaves himself breathless, as he rolls next to me, throwing an arm over my stomach and falling asleep. I let out a breath of frustration before pushing his arm off me, turning away from him and falling asleep.

The next morning, the sunlight peeking in through the window hits my face, waking me up. I look over to see Alexander out cold, so I slip out of the bed.

I get changed into a baby pink sweater and a pair of skinny jeans, from the pile of my clothes that had accumulated here from my stays at his house.

I put a pair of sneakers on, grab my phone and keys-which were the only things I had taken with my last night-and get out of his house.

He lives in a well-off area, and there are many big shopping outlets and designer stores around. I take my phone book a cab to the cafe near where Jasmine and Jodie live, asking them to meet me there as I'm on my way. We sit down, ordering lattes and begin talking.

"Why did you call us here at the crack of dawn?" Jodie asks, her hair thrown up in a messy bun and her face still puffy from just waking up.

"OK, this is serious," I say, already burning from embarrassment. "I need to spice things up in the bedroom, but I just don't know how."

Jasmine chokes on her drink and Jodie slaps her hands over her mouth to hold in her laugh.

"You guys!" I slap them both on their arms. "I need help, not for you to laugh at me."

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"OK. OK!" Jodie wheezes through her laughs. I roll my eyes and wait at least 3 minutes for them to calm down. Every time I thought they stopped they would look at each other and start laughing all over again.

"I hate you guys." I pout.

"OK, listen." Jasmine leans over the table so she's closer to me. "There's a store a couple blocks down from here that can help you out," she says.

"Will you guys come with me?" I ask. I know she's talking about a sex shop, and I don't have the first clue what to do in there.

"Sorry, babe." Jasmine gets up and ready to leave. "I've already left my baby with Dylan

and his friend-might as well have left her with Sponge and Patrick"

I turn to look at Jodie. "There is no way in hell. I wouldn't be caught dead in a sex shop."

I roll my eyes and tell them to 'fuck off,' getting my own bag and leaving as well.

I walk the 5-minute walk to my house, getting into my car and putting the searching

the shop on my bps. I didn't want to be in a cab, with a bag from a sex shop, to get back home.

I park a few blocks away from the shop. I know a couple of people in the area, and they don't need to know where I'm going.

I wince at the cringe name of the shop-The Pleasure Chest.

I decided on the way there that I'm going to get something for myself—not to help

me and Alexander. He isn't putting the effort into me, so I definitely don't need to

spend my money to make him happy.

Taking a deep breath, I walk inside.