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THE Decision...

Alexander is standing in my bedroom and I think, just a few months ago he was doing the same thing dripping wet. He was unknown to me then, just a hot guy who gave me a thrill but now I understand him. He isn’t a mystery to be pawed at until I scream his name in pleasure. Now, he loves me and I love him but the mystery is replaced by uncertainty.

It’s his eyes I think. His hypnotic eyes, the ones that captivated me from the first time I saw them in that parking garage, only now they won’t look at me. I’ll look. My eyes sweep over his clenched jaw to his black T-shirt and dark jeans. My heart stutters and skips just as much as it did that rainy night not so long ago. Especially as he walks over to me and cups my chin with his fingers.

As he tilts my head up his eyes finally meet mine and I know tonight is different for him. Something passes behind his eyes, a decision maybe or perhaps some strength I have never seen on him before. Whatever it is, his gaze causes me to shutter.

“How is Morgana?”

All this, his dark look, his uncertain stance and that is what he asks me?

“She’s fine. I have seen her worse. I gave her some Advil and made her drink some water before I put her to bed. I’ll check on her in a bit before I go to bed.”

It was that last line that caused his eyes to widen ever so slightly. So subtle that if I had not been this close to him, close enough to feel his warm breath against my cheek, my chin and slinking down my throat, I might not have noticed. But I did.

“Alexander what is going on? You have been so distant from me since your mom showed at Morgana’s party. You say you love me but you certainly don’t show it.”

He breaks my gaze and in that one movement it’s as if all of him shifted to the floor, melting into the cracks in the wood. After a moment which felt more like a year Alexander takes a fortifying breath and returns to me.

“I have made a decision, about us.”

Something grows in my throat making it hard to breath, to swallow. But I try to do both. I know he is about to end this. Now I will know what it feels like to be dumped. Yes, I am one of those annoying women who has never been dumped, but I never really had relationships with men to get dumped. I had one boyfriend my senior year in high school, but we sort of just drifted apart once we went off to college.

All the times I helped my friends get over heartache, I never knew how they felt. It’s awful. It seems as if sound is being muffled by my heart swallowing my eardrums. My skin is on fire and yet I am shaking. I try to stop my teeth from chattering by clenching my jaw as I pull my head away from his hand.

I can’t look at Alexander, not while he crushes me. This is what I get for opening my heart to him. I would have stood by him through anything but I was a fool to believe he would do the same.
“Just get this over with Alexander. I can’t take all this waiting. If you are going to destroy me with your words, then do it already so I can start to heal.” My voice wavering as I do my best to get the words out.

“Okay.”

I turn my head to watch him take off his shirt and start to pull down his jeans.

“What are you doing?”

Alexander stops with his jeans around his ankles, having already pulled off his shoes, “Getting undressed. You said you wanted to get this over with. I have to be naked to make love to you. Or do you have some fantasy where I am dressed while we do it?”

His brow knits together in confusion while I try to stop my eyes from blinking.

“Aren’t you going to break…wait, you want to have sex?”

I am just utterly confused at this point.

He kicks off his jeans and stands there in dark socks with black boxer briefs making me want to melt into the floor.

“Yes, I told you I made a decision. I think it’s time I try to move past my hang up about sex and we try tonight. Aria, you have been so patient with me.” The corner of Alexander’s mouth ticks up causing me to melt even further, “And I seem to be comfortable with what we have tried so far, which has been a lot. That’s why I thought about it, that tonight we should implement plan X.”

A few weeks ago I labeled our eventual sex act plan X. I was only joking, trying to make light of the situation. Every time I brought up having sex with him he would become stressed, so I figured a different name might help. He did think it was funny and started to talk about it a bit more.

“Oh, uh…okay. Yeah, let’s have sex. Okay!”

Phew! This is so much better than getting dumped. Now that I know what getting dumped feels like, I don’t ever want to go through that again. He better not ever leave me. Wait, that sounded kind of psycho. I’ll work on the details about if he ever wants to leave me, later, because right now I am going to have sex!

Oh sex, how I have missed you. Dildos and vibrators just aren’t the same. I will even admit that his mouth and fingers, just aren’t enough – though they are a very close second. Nothing compares to an actual penis full on up in my vagina. Sorry if that sounds a bit crass but I got sex on the brain!

As quick as I can I rip off my red blouse and black cigarette pants. I pause thinking I might want him to peel off my black lace bra and panties. Alexander’s eyes darken as they wash over my body. I follow his gaze and take in my body.

Nah, he will take too long removing my undies, best take them off now so we can jump right in to the good stuff. With a few ninja like moves I have my bra across the room and my panties rocketing toward Lake Michigan.

I hold out my arms, “I’m ready, let’s get to this.”

Alexander laughs, throwing his head back and then walks over to me. He picks me up with surprising grace and whisks me over to the bed to gently lay me down.

“Let’s talk.” He says as I try my hardest to swallow a groan.

I’m not like a lot of women. There are probably millions of women who would love to have a sexy half-naked guy in their bed asking to talk, I’m not one of them. When it comes to sex, you either put up or shut up.

I know that makes me sort of like a caveman but sex is fun, why ruin it with words. The only word I like to hear with sex are: oh fuck, I’m going to come, fuck – basically with anything, and my name screamed.

I grit my teeth, feeling like I am having a carrot dangled in front of me, just out of reach, “What do you want to talk about?”

Alexander crawls over me, forcing me to lay back as he leans in to my neck. My skin prickling to his warm breath, “Do you want me to fuck you on top or do you want to ride me Aria?”
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Halle-fucking-lujah!
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THE Emergency...

There is an emergency. One that needs to be acted upon immediately.

“A round of shots of your most average priced whiskey. And stat!” Morgana’s hand slams against the dark wooden table of our booth.

“Why are we here again? It’s Sunday night, not Thursday, normal SWIM meet time.” Tiffany’s eyes scan each of our faces around the table, her adorable little nose scrunched to meet her brow in confusion.

“Men. That’s why we’re here. Men and their stupid ideas and their belief that they can play you like violin.” Morgana digs her finger in the table.

“Don’t forget the guy’s family. Or should I say their mothers. The crazy, controlling psychos that destroy everyone’s lives just because they can.” I add, because it’s true.

It’s the night after the welcome home party at Morgana’s parents’ house. The rest of that night was awkward. The only people who seemed to be having a good time were Morgana’s grandma and her brother who showed up just before dinner with his date. They ate and then went into the kitchen to clean up, only to be kicked out by Morgana’s father who caught her brother and his date about to have sex on the kitchen counter.

Alexander barely spoke to me that night, after his mother left. Even after going back to his apartment he kept up the silent treatment. I don’t think he was trying to be cruel, it was as if he was keeping something from me.

“Men are the worst. Perhaps I should look into becoming a lesbian.” Evaleen mentioned while fiddling with her napkin.
“I don’t think you can just become a lesbian. It’s not really like that.” Tiffany tried to be helpful.

“Maybe we could work on that together. Try to turn each other gay.” Morgana sat up smiling just as the waiter slid the tray of shots on the table. He halted mid slide, his eyes fixed on the drinks, unable to move.

“Here let me help you with that.” Tiffany reached over to pluck the drinks from the tray and place them into the center of the table.

“Thank…uh…thank you. Will that be all ladies?” After the last shot was removed he lifted the round tray to cover his middle while stumbling over his words. His eyes still roaming the bar and refusing to meet any of us.

“Tell me Mr. Waiter –“ I was quickly cut off by him.

“Ryan. My name is Ryan.”

“Tell me Ryan do you have any gay friends? Particularly lesbians. We are looking to be turned gay.”

“I…uh…that’s not how it works.” He answers.

“Exactly. See I told you.” Tiffany, feeling triumphant crosses her arms over her chest.

“Well, shit. That doesn’t help us at all. Thanks anyway Ryan. Oh, and a few more rounds of this please.” I huff and reach over to grab my amber shot lifting it in the air before throwing it down my throat. The burn did not feel good. The warming liquid caused my nose to tingle and eyes to water, but I didn’t care. The point tonight was not to feel good, it was to feel nothing.

Alexander hasn’t called or texted me. After we woke this morning Morgana texted me if I wanted to take a walk around the lake, so I spent most of the day with her. I went back in the afternoon to see Alexander and pick up some art supplies I had at his place, as I wanted to do some painting back at the apartment I had with Morgana. I never told her I moved in with Alexander because the way he’s acting it seems I won’t be staying with him very long.

When I went to get my stuff he gave me a stiff hug but nothing more. Then explained how he was going to be in his office most of the day, alone. I got the feeling he didn’t want me around so I went back to the apartment to paint and when Morgana got home we agreed an emergency SWIM meet was needed.

“I’m worried.” I blurted out.

Everyone stopped and turned their head to stare at me. Tiffany leaned across Evaleen, shoving her back into the leather padded cushion of the booth. Tiffany clasped my hand in a comforting manner, “Oh hon, what’s wrong?”

The hand, or I should say Tiffany’s arm was roughly pushed away by Evaleen who didn’t seem very thrilled with being pinned against her seat.

“I get the feeling Alexander is going to break up with me or just isn’t in love with me anymore. Something his mom implied last night did something to him. She kept mentioning this woman named Alexa. Is she some past love that he isn’t over? I don’t know. Sorry everyone for unloading all this but I have never done this before?” I let it all out. All the worry that has been eating away at me the past twenty four hours flow out of me because I just can’t anymore. I don’t have the strength to hold it inside me. I could feel it chipping away at my already tender heart.

God, I already sound like a sappy Lifetime movie. Now I’m making myself sick.

“No, Aria, that man is in love with you. I saw him when you weren’t looking last night. The look in his eyes. I hate to say it but I wish Henrik would look at me like that.” Morgana gives a slight smirk before it creeps into a frown.

“Why do men have to be so…so…” Evaleen couldn’t finish her sentence as she was cut off by Tiffany.

“Self-centered little pricks who wouldn’t know a wonderful woman if she came up and punched him in the face.” Tiffany’s golden eyes burned to a caramel color as she locks her gaze on the empty shot glass in her hand. I almost expect her to break out a knife and start picking at her teeth with the raw anger radiating from her.

“Okay.” Evaleen stares wide eyed at Tiffany before turning to Morgana and me for reassurance.

“Tiffany, if you aren’t comfortable about me talking about Henrik you just have to tell me. I know you had a thing for him a long time ago, I just figured…” Morgana tries to reach for Tiffany.

Tiffany glances up, her face slack from surprise as if she forgot we were all here. She shakes her head, “Oh, I’m sorry. It’s okay if you want to complain about Henrik. He’s just a friend and I totally know what you are talking about. While he is so sweet to my boy and I know he loves him with all his heart, if a woman walks into Henrik’s life it’s like DEFCON one for him. No, I was talking about some issues I’m having with one of David’s doctors. That’s all.”

She gives a weak smile but even I can tell that there is more to her statement and her previous reaction then she is letting on. That woman needs to get laid.

The rest of the night just dissolves into a mix of alcohol and man bashing, so the usual for the SWIM meet. I check my phone thinking it’s only ten at night but it’s already one thirty in the morning. Trying to communicate to Morgana that we should go she mistakes my words, “I don’t care if you have your aunt Flo visiting Aria. I have never met her and is it me? Why are so many people’s aunts named Flo?”

Everyone doubles over in laughter as Morgana tilts her head in confusion, “Oh, I see. Yes, I’m the ridiculous one who finds it strange that everyone has an aunt Flo.”

“No…ha…no, I think we need to go Morgana. Let’s call a cab.” I fumble with my phone and text the cab company. We stumble out of the bar before paying our bill and watch Tiffany and Evaleen make their way toward the El train.

We see a dark car pull up on the street and the door swing open. Alexander steps out and waves us inside. I am way too drunk to argue or to care how he knew where we were and since Morgana is tugging my arm toward the open car I figure there is no point in refusing.

As we get ourselves buckled in and feel the car take off Morgana pipes up, “Threesome!”

Alexander and I turn our head to see her giggle and throw her head back before completely passing out. Once the soft snore from Morgana fills the car I turn to Alexander, “Why are you here?”
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He gazes out the window, refusing to look at me, “Because I missed you Aria. I love you.” Missed the previous post, then check out THE Welcome Home

THE Welcome Home...

Mrs. Hawthorne is a sharp contrast to this dated brown and linoleum kitchen, as her outfit screams money with her creamy linen tailored pants suit and silk navy blouse. Her shiny chestnut hair pulled up into a slick French twist. She looks out of place and based on the way her eyes soak up her surroundings and her mouth curves in response, Alexander’s mom feels out of place too.

“Alexander where have you been hiding yourself? I thought we agreed?” Her eyes momentarily flicker to me before settling back on Alexander, “We were to meet on Thursday. Our arrangement on travel.”

“I told you no!” Alexander is tense. His whole body stiffened the moment she walked in the room, but now he is starting to vibrate. I glance up into his face, it is granite. All his features smooth, hard and pulsating with distain.

Mrs. Hawthorne smiles, ever so sweetly and if I didn’t know her I would think she is about to say something calming or nice. But I do know her, as does Alexander and that’s why neither of us flinch when she says, “What a pity Alexander. I just hope what happened to your father doesn’t happen to Aria. She is a pretty thing it would be too bad if the world lost such a beauty. But as you know Alexander, beauty is only skin deep –“

I quickly cut her off with my remark, also wrapped with a smile, “Or manufactured with Botox.”

Her grin faltered ever so slightly, but his mom quickly recovered. Though I could tell I hit a nerve as her threat, at least in Alexanders eyes, became evil, “I will be flying to LA next week Alexander to meet with the Dortons. You promised me Alexander and I’m not talking when I last visited, I’m talking a long time ago. It’s not just me depending on this, you will hurt a lot of people if you don’t follow through. And poor Alexa, you know how fragile she is, I would hate to find out you sent her over the edge too.”

What is she talking about? I would think Alexander would have told me about the Dortons and what his mother is talking about if she seems to think it so important. I turn my head and look up at him, his face, which just moments ago was so full of color matching his mother’s red nail polish, is now almost completely white. His eyes wide as he stares at his mother.

“Oh Alexander don’t tell me you forgot already?” She smirks at him.

“N…No mother I haven’t forgotten. I just thought…I—“

“Alexander, stop stuttering. You aren’t a child. You thought what? That I would forget? You know me, how could I possibly forget the Dortons.”

Alexander is shaking his head, “No, I just thought, with Aria here, I…uh…I wasn’t going to go now. I thought they would understand.”

A very loud cackle came from his mom, her head thrown back. It takes her a few moments to recover, “Oh no dear, Aria is nothing to them. What power does she have? I have told you this before Alexander, she is nothing. Alexa on the other hand, now there is a woman who can –“

“Who wants drinks? Can I get anyone a beer or some pop?” The airy sounds of Morgana’s grandma comes from the doorway.

Alexander’s mom doesn’t even turn to face her as she responds, “Oh no, my son and I were just leaving.”

“What? Oh no, we can’t have that. Now I insist all of you stay.” She walks a little closer and tucks her arm into Mrs. Hawthorne’s elbow as she turns her to guide her out of the kitchen, “Now don’t tell my daughter this, I don’t want it going to her head, but she makes an excellent cake. You must try it.” Morgana’s grandma paused, her head glancing down Mrs. Hawthorne’s body.

“It appears you could use some cake. Have you been ill, you look so thin?”

Alexander and I followed the two of them into the living room, which is equally as dated and homey as the kitchen, with the exception of the rather enormous flat screen television centered on the wall across from the couch.

Morgana’s dad is sitting in ‘his’ chair, which is just a raged, overstuffed monstrosity that her mom has been trying to get rid of for years. He notices us coming into the room and stands, prying his eyes from the baseball game that is currently on TV.

My breath caught as he stopped watching the game and stood. I have to blink a few times to make sure I am not seeing things. Yes, he actually is standing, reaching a hand toward Mrs. Hawthorne. Morgana’s father never stops watching the game unless it’s for food or use of the bathroom, obviously.

Even when a news reporter showed up to interview him about a young kid he rescued from a river nearby, after some local flooding, Mr. Drake told him he would answer the questions between commercial breaks of the sports game he was watching.

“Hello Emma, it’s nice to see you again.”

This time Alexander sucks in a breath in surprise as I gaze slack jawed at Mr. Drake. He knows Alexander’s mom?

“James what are you doing here? How did you…” Mrs. Hawthorne stops herself and steels her eyes which just moments ago were as wide as saucers. She clears her throat and casually makes her way over to Mr. Drake.

She shakes his hand for a very brief moment, never making eye contact before turning back toward Alexander.

“Alexander, I am afraid we have to leave now.”

I want popcorn so I can watch all the craziness unfold but Alexander is a part of it, so I dutifully stuck by him. He pulls away from me for a moment shaking his head at his mom.

“No, mom. Not until you tell me how you know Mr. Drake.”

“I found it! I knew I had some of the expensive paper plate packed up in the closet from Easter. Oh, I see Mrs. Hawthorne has decided to stay for dinner. That’s wonderful, the more the merrier.” Mrs. Drake bounds down the stairs with a clear plastic bag full of white plates in her hand. She maneuvers over and stands in the middle of the group, her brow creased as she takes in the scene.

“Is something wrong? Mom did you burn the potatoes again!” She turns toward Morgana’s grandma who happens to be sitting on the couch watching the scene while throwing back her bottle of beer.

“I do apologize for intruding on your dinner party with paper plates.” Mrs. Hawthorne points out as she arches a brow, “But my son and I need to pack for some traveling we will be doing. I just came to pick him up. Come along Alexander, dear.”

“I told you no mother, I am staying with Aria. You can’t insist on controlling my life anymore.” Alexander stands behind Aria, wrapping his arms around her.

She turns when she approaches the door as her gaze flickeres between Morgana’s father, Alexander and myself. When her gaze lands on me she gives a wicked smirk before sighing.

“Well that’s too bad Alexander. I guess I will just have to call Anthony. Once Anthony finds out that you don’t want to come with me to California to see his sister, he will be so disappointed. Especially when he finds out the reason. But you enjoy your time with Aria.”

The way she said ‘time with Aria’ made it seem like it is fleeting. Alexander’s arms tightens around me as his mother strolls out the door. The room is silent for a few moments before Morgana’s mom interrupts.

“James, you aren’t watching the game?” She looks pale as she stares at her husband. He shrugs, finally turning his attention from the door to his wife.

“We had a guest. I just said hello.” He settles back in his chair that has a groove that fit his body perfectly.

“This night is already shaping up to be interesting.” Mrs. Austin mentions while taking another large gulp of her beer.

I lead Alexander to the couch so we can sit. He just stares at the television like Mr. Drake. I didn’t realized he liked sports. We all sit there in silence until the front door opens and in walks a very puffy eyed Morgana.

“I’m going to my room for a while.” She frowns and huffs up the stairs.

“Well it’s time to snap everyone out of this funk. My son is late yet again and I am not going to wait for him. Who here wants cake?”

“I do!” Everyone yells in unison. Even Morgana’s cake loving response can be heard drifting down from the second floor.
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THE First Day Back...

I’ve been away for a while. You probably thought I was dead or living in cave but no. I was here, hidden in Alexander’s apartment.

It’s been wonderful the past few weeks, just us. I’ve been helping him enjoy the outside during the day. Taking it slowly, like a picnic by the lake or a short stroll around the block. Some days are better than others. And by better I mean we stay inside enjoying each other…wink, wink!

Don’t worry though, you haven’t missed the big penis in vagina moment. I miss it, very much but I can’t expect Alexander to suddenly have so much confidence in all things just because he went outside a few times during the day.

Another big hurtle we have to cross is socializing with a group of people. He does alright with a handful of people around, especially if he knows them, but more than that and he withdrawals. That’s why this evening is going to be tough. Morgana came back today from New York. Her parents are throwing a welcome back dinner and Alexander and I are going.

“Aria, you look stunning.” Alexander’s hot breath flows down my neck as his warm arms wrap around my waist. My head tilts back on reflex because, well, he is crazy sexy. The man could touch my big toe and my legs would most likely spread for him.

“How about you take off your dress and…” His words reverberate through my skin as he nibbles my shoulder. As much as my body hungers to give into what he is saying, I want to see Morgana.

“Alexander, I’m on to your tricks to try and stay home. You seem to forget I have been living with you for almost a month. I want to see Morgana and besides, I think you will like her family. Her mom is basically the opposite of yours.” I turn and place my hands on his chest which is currently covered in an steel blue oxford. My fingers drift over the smooth material and for a moment I forget what I am going to say. His eyes aren’t the only things that’s hypnotic.

“If you keep feeling me up Aria then I’m going to think you do want to take off that dress and stay here.” I glance up to witness Alexander’s smirk.

“It’s your fault Alexander. Why does your body have to be so distracting?” I pat him on the chest and walk off because if I don’t step away from him we won’t make it to Morgana’s dinner party.

Once we get into the car, Bradley brings us to Morgana’s parents’ house. It’s small, especially compared to what Alexander is used to, but it’s homey. Morgana has the best parents in the world and it’s as if their love radiates from their home and spills out onto the street. I feel a jittery excitement as we pull up. I see Morgana standing outside smacking a tree branch.

My body is practically vibrating with anticipation as I push Alexander aside and hop out of the car to run to Morgana. She looks amazing, it seems New York agreed with her. As I pull away from our hug she peers past me to the car, “Where’s your hottie?”

Not only am I excited to see Morgana, I’m nervous for her to meet Alexander. When she first met him she thought he was just a security guard. Morgana has yet to learn his true identity. I watch her closely as she takes in Alexander. Finally there is recognition on her face.

“Isn’t that hypno-eyes from when we dropped off your painting a few months ago?”

“Yes, he is the one who bought it. That’s Alexander Hawthorne.”

“What? I thought he was just part of Hawthorne’s security. Wait a second, so that means he’s the mega rich, reclusive guy you went on about that night.” Her eyes go wide as she turns her head from me to him and back to me again.

It’s funny how different I thought he was back then. When I didn’t know him I thought he was some weirdo who never came outside. Then when I did first meet him I thought he was some tough guy taking advantage of his power as a security guard and finally to just being a sexy virgin. He’s still a hot virgin and yet, I don’t want Morgana to know that. Not that I’m embarrassed. Who could ever be embarrassed of Alexander?

A part of me just wants to keep him safe. I want him to experience the world with love and acceptance. Not that I think Morgana would make fun of him, but I just want things to be slow. So, when she starts talking about that night, I can’t help but blush thinking how different life is now, how foolish I was back then and how incredibly lucky I am to have found Alexander.

“Yeah.”

“That’s it? Yeah? You, who never goes out on more than one date with a guy, let alone have boyfriends, lands an ultra-sexy Howard Hughes and all you can say is yeah?”

Morgana is confused, but it’s so clear to me now. I love Alexander and want to be with him as long as he will have me. I want to surround him with good people. People who will see how wonderful he is and enjoy spending time with him. People very much not like his mother.

I laugh at Morgana’s words because neither Alexander nor I are at all what she says, but we really do appear that way to everyone else. Alexander isn’t like Howard Hughes, at least not anymore and I have broken my rule of only seeing a guy once.

Alexander finally comes up and introduces himself. Morgana mentions how she’s my roommate and Alexander glances at me. He wants me to tell her how I moved in with him.

I haven’t told Morgana yet. I don’t think I should spoil her evening tonight, so I’ll hang out with her tomorrow and tell her. Just as I am mentioning that I have something to explain to her tomorrow she assumes I’m pregnant.

That causes Alexander to instantly believe her. I realize in that moment how alike they are, Gullible One and Gullible Two. I have to explain that I’m not pregnant and for some reason Alexander couldn’t figure out how I could become pregnant. I really don’t want it to slip that we haven’t had sex yet so I play it off.

I drag Alexander toward the house, “Excuse me Morgana, I have to take my boyfriend in the house and have a talk with him about the birds and the bees.”

Once we are inside I hear some commotion coming from the kitchen. Alexander is nervous, he is almost completely ridged. I grab his hand and rub his arm, “Come on. Let me introduce you to Morgana’s family. You will love them.”

Once we enter the kitchen it seems we have stumbled into world war three.

“I think the biscuits taste fine! They do not need to be redone.” Morgana’s mom, a short woman with graying red hair and blue oven mitts on her hand is waving them frantically in the air, yelling at the other woman in the room.

“Annette, I am simply saying they are a bit dry. Look I made some spare batter just in case…Well, my my, look what Aria dragged in. Hello, I’m Denise Austin, Ms. Austin if you’re nasty.” Morgana’s grandma, with very blue hair draped over her shoulder quickly strides up to Alexander and stands a bit too close. Her voice drops as she reaches out a hand to Alexander to introduce herself.

“Mom! Oh god, when will you start hitting on men a little closer to your age?” Morgana’s mom comes over to pull her mother away.

“Hi, I’m Annette, Morgana’s mom and this is her grandma. You are?”

“This is my boyfriend Alexander.” I try to help Alexander out. I forgot how intimidating Morgana’s grandma can be, especially to men.

Before Alexander has a chance to say anything Morgana’s mom has shoved a biscuit at him, “Here Alexander maybe you can be the judge. Do they seem dry to you?”

He takes a bite and shakes his head, “No, they are really good.”

“I told you!” Morgana’s mom glares at her mother.

“Obviously this man, while extremely sexy, is delusional. Why else would he think he’s Aria’s boyfriend? She’s a lesbian for goodness sake!”

‘She’s not a lesbian.” All the women stop, including me and turn to look at Alexander. His eyes flicker to our faces as his start to redden, “I mean, it’s just…”

There is a knock on the door and I see Alexander visibly deflate while relief washes over him. I can hear him mumble, “Oh thank god…” as Morgana’s mom and grandma go to answer the door. They both seem to be race each other to answer first.

I take this opportunity to pull Alexander to me and bring my hands up to cup his chin, “You did fine. I’m sorry, I forgot to warn you about Morgana’s grandmother. She likes men, a lot!”

He smiles and brings his hands to rest on my hips, “I can tell. How on earth does that woman think you are a lesbian?”

I roll my eyes and sigh, “Long story, I’ll tell you another time. Just think, any of the crazy that happens here tonight, it’s not your family. Just sit back and enjoy the show, I always do.”

Suddenly we hear heals clicking on the linoleum floor, “There you are. I have been looking for your everywhere Alexander.”

Both our heads turn to see the perfectly styled hair and the Botox face of Alexander’s mother.

THE Strange...

“Okay.” My voice is barely audible or maybe it’s because my heart is thumping loudly in my ears that I can scarcely hear the word come out of my mouth.

Alexander slowly pushes away from my neck to search my eyes. He doesn’t believe me. I don’t believe me either. What am I saying? Move in with a guy I met only weeks earlier?

I laugh at women like this. Call them insane and just asking for the relationship to take a steep nose dive. I won’t even watch hollywood movies that have cheesy relationships where the two leads instantly fall in love.

Yet, here I am staring into the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen and telling the owner that I will jump into his ship and sail away with him. His hypnotic eyes, like some mystical lake that calls to me, making me want to strip and dive in their frigid waters. Oh God! I even sound like a stupid romance novel. I think I am going to make myself hurl.

I am shaking my head no, but when I open my mouth the word yes keeps escaping. Now Alexander appears confused and I don’t blame him.

I’m feeling faint, perhaps I should lie down. Maybe he should call a doctor.

“You will? I didn’t expect you to say yes so quickly. Are you sure Aria?”

He brings his hand up to cup my cheek and it’s warm, soft and my scent lingers on him.

“I don’t know Alexander. This is all so much. Your mother threatening my life and you wanting me to move in with you. Part of me wants to run and hide back at my place. Tune everything and everyone out. But, then I would be alone and, I think, I have been alone for far too long. Perhaps it’s better to feel safe in someone else's arms.”

His confused weariness morphs into a face splitting grin. The brightness of his eyes melts my heart a bit and I feel I made a good decision. Maybe not wise, but good nonetheless.

“Perhaps just a test arrangement Alexander. For a few weeks, until my roommate comes back.”

He nods like a four year old who is told he can have a few licks of a lollipop. I guess I told him he can have all the licks he wants. I smirk as the thought crosses my mind.

Alexander hops up and rubs his hands together.

“Right, so I guess you need to go back to your place and pack, right?”

I stand and hunt for my panties which have landed right beside the fireplace.

“Will you come with me Alexander? I kind of don’t want to be alone right now.” I ask while I wiggle on my cotton briefs.

“What?” Alexander starts to rub the back of his neck as his eyes dart around the room.

“I know you aren’t used to going outside in the daylight, but I need you to try for me. This isn’t my comfort zone Alexander, going so fast with a guy. Even seeing a guy more than once is way past my comfort zone, but I keep doing it because I care about you. I have these feelings for you that I have never had for any guy before. As much as they scare me, I like feeling them. But, if I can push myself to do things that make me uncomfortable, you can too.”

I walk over and wrap him in my arms. This isn’t easy for either of us and I want him to know that I will be there no matter what. He takes a deep breath and puts his arms around me.

“Alright Aria. But if it becomes too much I might have to come home.”

I look up into his hesitant face and smile, “And I will be right there with you. We will come home together.”

We hold each other for a little bit until he eases away. Alexander calls Bradley on his cell phone and explains he needs him to bring the car around.

“Yes, I am going with her.” Alexander mentions for the third time in the phone. There is a pause before he starts back up, “I know it’s light outside. Just get the car please. That’s enough Bradley. Goodbye.”

Alexander groans as he pushes the phone back into his pocket. I am standing by the front door as he glances up into my eyes giving a limp smile.

“Come here,” I tell him and I hold my hand out.

He takes his time reaching my grip but the door opens automatically and we make our way to the elevator. I rub his arm as we wait.

Once the doors open and we step inside the lift I turn his body to face mine.

“I know this isn’t easy Alexander but I want you to know I am here for you. What is the worst that could happen? Tell me.”

He sighs and closes his eyes before answering, “I walk outside and everyone stares at me. They somehow know I’m different, strange. Then I trip and fall or, worse, faint and people start to laugh at me.”

He winces as his eyes open, turning his head to gaze at nothing.

“So what? What if all that happens, which I don’t think it will. We live in a very large city. I have seen ten times worse than that from some and the people around barely batted an eye. But, for arguments sake, say it did happen. Are you going to die?”

He shakes his head.

“Maybe you think I will die from it?”

“No. It’s not that at all Aria.”

“Then what? Tell me.”

His head drops and I can hear his breath catch as he speaks, “You will see what everyone else sees. That I am strange and you’ll laugh too. Change your mind about me and leave. I’m afraid.”

The door slides open and we are in the basement parking garage. We step out but I grab his hand to stop him before he continues down the hall and out the door into the parking lot.

He turns to face me and I bring my hand up and twirl my fingers through his hair.

“Then all I want is strange.”

Alexander curls his lips into a shy smile and I tug him toward me. His lips brush mine, pressing softly onto me. I nibbled on his bottom lip. Vibration ripples down my throat from his groan, causing me to push harder, kiss deeper.

His hand slips down my side, trailing a line from the tip of my breast to my side and curving around to grasp my ass. Just as he gives a firm squeeze, his mouth slips from mine to nibble at my ear. He presses his firm body into mine and I wince from the rough pain of his erection digging into my pelvis. The discomfort melts into warm arousal coursing down to my core.

“Alexander, please, we need to go.” I manage to get the words out before I become consumed by our activity.

He groans and breaks free, standing fully before me.

“Fine. I was hoping to distract you enough, perhaps you would forget we needed to go outside.” He smirks at me.

“There is plenty of time for that. Remember my roommate isn’t home, so you know…” I trail off as I sashay my hips away from him and toward the garage door. Looking back I notice him grinning but his eyes trail past me and his smile disappears.

I reach out my hand and he comes up to take it. We stand at the door for a moment before I turn to him.

“No matter what I won’t let go of your hand, okay?”

He nods and I push open the door. I see Bradley standing in front of a black Bentley with tinted windows. Once we are inside the vehicle and it has started moving I give Alexander’s hand a good squeeze.

He isn’t paying attention to me, his eyes staring out the window to the bright garage exit up ahead. The light from the street slowly making it’s way into the garage and filtering through the car. He gasps as we cross into the daylight. The car pauses as a few pedestrians cross our path before the car rolls into the street.

Alexander’s grip tightens and I glance up at as his head fixated on the window.

“Alexander.” I say and I get no response, not even a squeeze of my hand.

“Alexander, look at me.”

Nothing.

I glance past him to the street hoping to see something that has his attention. It’s just a grassy park that is by the exit ramp leading us onto Lake Shore Drive. After we emerge from the underground tunnel exit we see people flocking to the lake. It’s one of the very first warm and sunny late spring days. Which just means all of Chicago is at the lake playing volleyball, going for walks, or just enjoying the weather.

“Alexander.” I try one last time. He finally turns towards me with amazement etched across his face.

“I never knew Aria.”

“Knew what Alexander?” I shake my head in confusion.

“This.” He waves his hand at the window beside him, “So many people.”

“I know there are a lot of people out there, but it’s perfectly normal to feel a little overwhelmed when you aren’t used to being around so…”

He cuts me off, “No, I mean they all look happy. Enjoying life so much. Why have I been hiding from this? Why did my mother lie to me about them? Fuck, I’m a fool.”

He slips his hand from my grasp and balls his hands into fists, punching the side of his clenched hand against the door.

“I feel like such an idiot. I let her scare me for so long.”

I scoot closer and rub my hand along his back.

“She’s a psycho bitch Alexander. She scares everyone. That doesn’t make you an idiot. Don’t worry, I’m here now. We can fight her together.”

He sighs and looks up at me. I try my best to appear calm and confident, but honestly, I am terrified...of everything now.
Hello Everyone!
This is the author, Elizabeth Lynx. I do hope you enjoyed Payne In The Blog and all of Morgana's & Aria's ups and downs so far. There will be much more to come, I promise, but first I need to take a break from the weekly blog posts. Just until September.
You see, I have two little boys under 5 at home and they are in Preschool in the mornings which allow me time to write the posts. Well, this week is the last week of school for them until September. Having to watch them full-time and try to also write books (and my family is moving at the end of the summer - so lots of packing), I have realized something had to give. That means the blog gets put on hold.
But just know, come September the posts pick up right where they left off. Also, I plan on letting Evaleen and Tiffany have their time in the limelight! Finally, I am in the process of writing Aria's, Evaleen's & Tiffany's story for their books that I plan to publish early next year. So, believe me when I say there is much more to come. I'm just pushing the pause button, that's all. Check back in the Fall for more of the ladies crazy antics! Until then, have a safe and fun summer. And for god's sake eat some cake!

THE Question...

***WARNING Sexual content. 18 years+ only*** My eyes flicker to the various monitors as I watch Alexander’s mom walk through the rooms of the apartment and out his front door. I don’t move until I witness her stepping on to the elevator and the doors closing. Letting out a breath I didn’t even realize I was holding, I sink into the black leather swivel chair.

“Holy shit,” I breathe out as her words still ring in my ears.

Was that woman threatening my life? Alexander needs to have her arrested.

After a minute of replaying the scene a few times in my head I get up and leave the security room and make my way back toward the dining room. Once I turn the corner in the hallway I see Alexander walking from the opposite end, toward me. His eyes glued to the floor in deep thought, not noticing me coming toward him. I creep closer and finally he lifts his gaze and stops. There is pain etched into his features and I want to run to him. Hold him in my arms and tell him all will be fine, but it won’t will it.

As I approach he pulls me into a firm embrace. I nuzzle my head into his chest and feel the tension in his muscles. The rhythm of his heartbeat making me feel safe, but what about him? His loud sigh and firm touch telling me my touch is doing very little to ease his worry.

“Do you mind if we go sit in the living room Aria?”

I nod and look up into his solemn face. Once we are in the living room, Alexander kneels in front of me as I sit on the suede couch, wrapping his arms around my waist, hugging my stomach. I gently glide my hands through his soft black hair.

“What are you going to do?” I ask him.

His head pops up, his eyes wide in surprise.

“Did you hear her?”

“Yes. I wondered into your security room. I didn’t do it on purpose, just exploring while you were busy. The door happened to be open.”

Alexander tightens his jaw while nodding.

“Anyway, did you know you can pretty much hear everything in your office from the vent in the security room?”

“No. I did not know that.”

Alexander sighs and reaches up to the back of his neck, rubbing the tight muscles.

“Did you hear the part about my dad?”

I nod and try to swallow to alleviate my tightening throat.

“And what she said about you? I mean, how she talked about you Aria.”

He keeps his eyes slanted away, refusing to meet mine.

“Yes, Alexander. I really think you need to call the police or at least a lawyer. You need protection from her, she is not mentally stable. She basically admitted to killing your father and his girlfriend.”

He buries his head in my lap squeezing my middle.

“You can’t just ignore this Alexander. I get the feeling she isn’t the type of woman to take the hint and stay away.”

His arms tense around my waist as his lips press into my thigh. Alexander’s hand slides from my back to the hem of my black and white leaf print A-line skirt. His fingers curl and dig into my flesh. Suddenly there is teeth nipping at the tender flesh of my inner thigh. I gasp at the sharp pain and then moan as it turns into a warm ache.

“I don’t want to think anymore Aria, I just want to fall into you.” His hot breath adds warmth to my already damp white cotton panties.

My head falls back as his tongue presses the cotton fabric against my core. Curling my fingers into his hair as his groan sends vibrations through me, adding to the erotic sensation.

“I need these gone.” Alexander hastily tugs at my cotton briefs, peeling them down my legs and tossing them aside, before returning to my gratification. Two of his fingers slip inside me causing my back to arch for more, for friction.

I still want to talk about his mother but his distraction technique is the best I have ever come across. A hot guy between my legs and I suddenly don’t care that a deranged woman threatened to kill me.

“Oh Alexander. Yea.” I sing song the words as the pace of his movements pick up and his tongue begins to play with my clit.

There is something about the fear of being killed and then the sudden 180 degree turn of events into sex that seems to really heighten the pleasure. Perhaps it’s the adrenalin still coursing through my veins but I can already feel my orgasm racing toward its peak.

Just then he lifts his head panting as his thumb takes over for his missing tongue.

“Aria, come live with me.”

My eyes bulged in surprise and I’m so close I can’t wrap my head around his words.

“What?”

Alexander pushes up my pink blouse and peels back the white cotton cup of my bra twisting my nipple, flooding me with bliss.

“Move in with me. Curl up with me in this cave and stay. I just want to be with you Aria.”

I don’t know if it is the shock of his words or how his thumb nudges me just right but I come, hard. My body shuddering as I call out his name. I reach for his shirt tugging him to me to taste his lips. The spicy flavor covering his mouth, his scent mixed with mine, keeps my orgasm going. As I start to fade back into reality his words start to hit me at full force.

“I don’t know Alexander. I haven’t known you that long,” I push myself back up so my ass isn’t hanging off the couch. “Besides, I have a roommate. I don’t think she would be happy to come back from New York to find the apartment empty.”

I give a small chuckle but Alexander frowns.

“I understand Aria. I’m just afraid, now that I found you I’m going to lose you.”

I pat the spot next to me and he moves off the floor to sit. Curling myself into his lap I sigh.

“Why would you lose me Alexander? Does this have to do with what your mother was talking about? The deal?”

“Yes.”

“What is the deal?”

He is silent and I can feel his muscles tense around me. I pull away slightly to look into his eyes, they are glassy. There is an intense worry in his face.

“I can’t tell you that Aira. It’s best you don’t know.” His words seem to torture him as he speaks.

As much as his mom’s words worried me before, Alexander's actions and what he is saying frighten me more so.

“Why are you...would she really try to kill me?”

I stare into his eyes, his silence telling me everything I need to know. After a minute, he nuzzles into my neck, tightening his arms around me.

“Please, just stay with me.”

THE Crazy B...

We kiss and make out for a while, like teenagers. My lips bruised and swollen, my nipples hard and spiked, my heart happy and full.

“My leg is asleep.” Alexander comments as he nuzzles my neck.

I try to get up but his grip firms on my thigh and waist.

“I don’t mind. It could turn blue and fall off, but it would be worth it to have you here on my lap.”

I smile and pat his head, but push his arms away and stand on my very wobbly legs.

“While that would make for some interesting sexual positions we could try Alexander, I would prefer for you to keep your legs attached to your body.”

My gaze drift along his form as he rises, locking quickly on the thick erection trying to break out of his jeans.

“My eyes are up here Aria.” Alexander points two fingers at his bright eyes as a smile spreads across his face.

“What? Can’t a girl look at her man? All of her man.”

He grabs me and spins me around, pushing my back into his chest. His arms squeeze around my waist as I feel his hot breath run down my neck.

“So, I’m your man, huh?”

“I said it once, that was hard enough. You know how I feel about commitment. Baby steps Alexander. Baby steps.”

“I’ll give you baby steps.” His hand slides up my side to cup my breast as I squirm away.

“Ah, no. You won’t give me baby anything. I don’t want to be pregnant.”

I lean up against the dining room table waving my hands in the air to guard against his ‘baby’ vibes. He shakes his head while mimicking my hand gestures.

“No, Aria, that’s not what I meant. I don’t want to get you pregnant. I was joking. Gah! Why can’t I think sometimes?”

I can’t help but giggle as he struggles to apologize. He really is like a puppy sometimes. I’m about to snuggle up to him again when we hear someone clearing their throat at the doorway. I turn my head to see Mr. Gibson aka Buzz Cut, standing there looking at Alexander.

“Yes Bradley, what is it?” There is irritation in Alexander’s voice.

“Your mother’s here Mr. Hawthorne.”

“Shit.” Both me and Alexander exclaim at the same time.

“Right. Tell her to wait in my office. I will join her shortly.”

“I don’t think she will go for that sir.”

Alexander groans and turns to me gripping my arms, “Wait here Aria. I’m going to talk with my mother. I’ll be back in a few minutes. Have some dessert or something.”

He waves at the strawberries and whipped cream in the middle of the table as he walks toward Bradley.

“I’ll just suck on some strawberries then until you get back, shall I?”

Alexander stops just before he turns the corner and cocks an eyebrow at me.

“Go, be with your mom. I’ll keep myself entertained with fruit.” I laugh as he shakes his head and wanders off.

Eating the strawberries took all of a minute, so now I am full and bored. When I get bored I get nosey. This is the time to start snooping. I head out of the dining room and down the artwork covered hallway. There are a few rooms that I assume are guest bedrooms, that I explore but nothing interesting in them. Just expensive linens, beautiful paintings and lavish rugs. The usual for Alexander.

I can’t tell you what I expect to find, maybe some old pirate map and Alexander and I go off on our own Goonies style adventure. That would be cool. But I don’t find anything remotely close to a treasure map or something that might indicate an adventure.

Turning the corner I find a smaller hallway with simply painted dark gray walls with no artwork on them. There is one room at the end of it. I turn the door handle, but it’s locked so I start to let go just as the door squeaks open. Whoever was last in here must not have closed it all the way. Looking behind me to make sure no one is watching as I push through and quickly step inside. Once I shut the door I find a light switch to illuminate the room. Looking around I notice various television monitors and computer equipment. It dawns on me that this must be his security room. Anyone with as much art as Alexander, has to have a security team watching all day and night.

My eyes flicker over the screens and I see movement on one of them. Stepping closer I notice it’s Alexander’s office. His mother is sitting in a chair with her back to the camera and Alexander is pacing the room. I sit in the black leather chair and can faintly hear someone talking. Looking around I notice a vent against the wall by the chair. Leaning closer to the vent I realize I can almost perfectly hear what is being said in Alexanders office. Their voices only slightly muffled.

“And I said no more mom. This needs to stop now.” Alexander is pointing to his mom, his pacing has stopped.

“A deal is a deal. You got what you wanted. I still don’t know what you see in her. She is pretty, yes, but quite gullible if you ask me. She ate up everything I told her like it was her first meal after a month on a deserted island.” His mother turns her head up to Alexander but her face is still blocked from view.

“I don’t like your little mind games you play, never have. I never wanted to be apart of this to begin with. I thought once dad died you would leave me alone. Why can’t you just go away?”

His mother stands and brings her hand up to his face to cup his cheek. Alexander winces and looks away.

“My poor baby. He gets the pretty doll he’s wanted for years and now he thinks he can change the rules on me. I’ll not take up more of your time. I know you want to get back to playing with your doll, but I will explain something to you before I go Alexander. People are stupid and get in the way. Sometimes I need people to go away for good.”

She turns and finally I can see her face as she walks around the chair and heads to the door.

“What do you mean go away for good mom?”

Halting her movements she looks off in the distance, “Your father was threatening divorce before he died, which I didn’t mind so much but he also threatened to give me very little to live on. I couldn’t have that. Luckily, his plane went down with his slut girlfriend.”

“Oh my god mom, you…”

She turns her head up to the camera as if she knows I am watching her and smirks.

“I just hope Aria is everything you hope for and you, my son, are everything I hope for.”

She walks out of the room leaving a stunned Alexander behind.

That bitch is crazy!

THE Teacher...

It’s noon and I am pacing in front of Alexander’s front door. I told him I would come here for lunch but now I am starting to rethink this. All of this.

I am going to backtrack a bit. This, right here, is why I don’t get involved with men. The drama. The mothers or best friends or any other baggage they have lying around ready for me to trip over. With Alexander he has a whole luggage set.

I groan and fist my hands debating myself. I did promise to have lunch with him. Oh, and that’s another thing, say I do stay with him, will we ever be able to have lunch at my place or a cafe or walk out during the daylight? I know I am being picky here, but I kind of thought vampires were the stuff of legends.

Now I feel guilty. He has serious anxiety issues with being outside during the day and I am whining about it. I should consider myself lucky that a super hot, mega-rich, but more importantly super hot guy wants to be with me.

You see what I am doing to myself, going around in a circle. This is why I can’t bring myself to knock on the door.

The door swings open, ending my debate and I see Alexander on the other side, his thumbs hooked in his belt loops, looking super hot as usual. His yellow Art Nerd printed tee shirt firmly gripping his muscles. Wait, why was I debating having lunch with him?

“Do you want to have lunch in the hallway Aria?”

I shake my head unable to form words yet as my eyes are still fixated to his chest. His firm, ripped pectoral muscles that the flimsy cotton barely hides, calling to me.

“In that case, why don’t you come inside.”

Alexander steps aside to let me in. He guides me past the living room and down the hall to his dining room. I am shocked to find just a few platters of food on the long table. Sure, it’s still enough to feed several families, but it is a lot less than last time.

Great! Now I am getting wet thinking about last time I was in here with him.

We both grab a plate and dish up our food in silence. Not the comfortable, we-have-known-each-other-for-years type of silence, but the awkward who’s-going-to-speak-first kind of silence.

He takes a seat at the end of the table and I move to the other end to sit. We make random small talk. I comment about the food and he tells me the chef likes to experiment with soups.

Finally I put my napkin down and sit back in my chair, “So, I am thinking this thing with us isn’t really going to work out.”

Even from this far I can see him wince at my words. The food has made me feel better but not enough to realize this rollercoaster ride of a relationship is worth the long haul.

“Can I explain some things to you before you end it Aria?”

“Yes. Of course.”

He gets up and walks toward my end of the table. Grabbing a white chair set against the far wall, he drags it over and places it next to me. He reaches for my hand as he sits.

“My mother took me to a doctor when I was about eight years old. The doctor explained about being tested for Anti-Social Personality Disorder. My mother looked at me and I remember clearly the emptiness to her eyes. As if she didn’t really see me but turned her eyes to me just to look at something. After the appointment we never saw the doctor again and that’s when she started to explain to friends who came by, not that she had many, and anyone who would listen that I was diagnosed with a disorder. And she, being the good mom, was going to help me as best she could.”

I nod my head as he takes a breath, still wondering if I really should have come here.

“That doctor appointment wasn’t for me, it was with her doctor. I remember she had set up someone to watch me while she went to the appointment because, even though I was ten, she didn’t trust me to be left alone. Only, the babysitter had an emergency and couldn’t make it. So she dragged me along, complaining the entire way how big of a nuisance it was to her to have to take me. That doctor wanted her to get tested for the disorder, not me.”

I shake my head trying to make sense of everything, “Then why did she tell everyone, including me, that it is your problem, not hers?”

Alexander smirks at me, “Do you really think she is going to tell everyone it’s her problem?”

“No, I guess not. But then why tell anyone anything, even pushing the diagnosis on you?”

Alexander leans back in his chair letting go of my hand to rub his neck in frustration, “I thought about that for years Aria. Finally it dawned on me, it’s another way for her to control me, keep people away from me. I even began to believe it for a few years in my early teens. That’s the worst age to try to make friends and don’t even get me started on talking to girls.”

He lets out a small chuckle.

“I started to wonder if what my mom said was true, that maybe I would never be able to be around people, make friends and form connections. Once I got to college I started to realize that she was wrong about me, but some damage had already been done. I mean, what college guy has to pay for sex?”

I snort, “Yeah, I mean look at you!”

That came out wrong. I cringe and shake my head, “I’m sorry Alexander. That was rude.”

“Nah, you are right. It’s not like I’m disfigured or severely physically handicapped that I would have to turn to a prostitute for sex. But, I had other problems that kept me going back to them even when I found out they were call girls and not just women to date.”

Crap. Now I can’t break up with him. Just when I got up the nerve to do it he goes all puppy dog on me. How am I supposed to walk away from this: an insanely hot guy who has just enough problems that makes your heart break for him?

I can’t leave him, especially with a mother like his. I would wonder all the time if she was hurting him.

Pushing my chair back I get up and walk over to him. He grabs my hand and pulls me into his lap. I easily curl up in his large frame as we hold each other for a while. His hand starts to drift down to cup my ass, giving a firm squeeze.

“Does this mean you don’t want to end it with me?” I can hear the trepidation in his voice.

“How can I walk away Alexander? I still have much to teach you.” I look up and smile into his darkening eyes.

THE Redirect Part Deux...

So with Aria still being on vacation I had the boys help out. They did an interview, much like Evaleen did on Tueday. Only, something very important is revealed in this interview. Something that let's you (the reader) know the truth about a character before their love interest does.
Wow! I know. Shocking.
So, click on over to Lightning City Book Reviews to see the interview with the boys...click HERE .

THE *Special* Hump Day Review...

As you know the ladies are off this week and even if they weren't, they never post on a Wednesday. But, since it is their holiday I figured I would give everyone a little extra. A little more about the men...Henrik, Edgar and Alexander.
Char over at Lightning City Book Reviews is helping me all week while the ladies take a much needed break. So, we decided to focus on the men today.
It's hump day, let the dry humping begin!
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