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“I used to love playing. It meant everything to me.” He had a nostalgic smile on his face as he spoke. “And then I lost it all, because I forgot to cherish it. I stopped living in the moment and-and—” he breathed out heavily, and my heart ached as I listened to him. “–it’s all gone.”
His eyes became glossy, and his bottom lip lightly trembled as he sighed, dragging his hands down his face. “If I had been there a bit more, maybe I wouldn’t be this miserable and fucked u–” I couldn’t bear to hear any of it anymore.
I pressed my lips against his.
Our warm lips moved together in unison. Alexander slipped his hand on my neck, angling my head as he deepened the kiss. His tongue licked my bottom lip, persuasively asking for permission. I opened my mouth, and he wasted no time in tasting me.
I moaned as his tongue touched mine, sucking passionately. He pushed me down gently, onto the floor, and then Alexander and I got lost in the moment.
Chapter 12
Alexander
First, she disappears on me.
I folded my arms over my chest as she walked into the meeting room, with her eyes cast low, not meeting everyone else's excited gazes as she normally did. Meekly sitting next to her Daddy, she pulled out her phone as she waited for the meeting to begin.
“What did you do to sweet Naomi?” Leo nudged my elbow as he motioned to Naomi, who still hadn’t raised her head since entering the room.
“What makes you think I did anything?” I asked him as I kept my eyes trained on her small frame. She’s wearing a turtleneck today again, huh?
“She’s been like this since Monday.” He drew an imaginary circle around her, and I shrugged.
“She’s been like this, with me, too.” I didn’t know why I even explained anything to him. She had been acting weird around me, and I didn’t know why.
Okay, so maybe I do, but there really is no reason for her to act all guilty about it.
“Hmm.” I could feel his scrutinizing glare digging holes in my face, but I didn't turn to face him at all. I just wanted to look into her eyes, just once today. “Well, if you say so.”
“Hmm,” I mimicked as I crossed my legs just as Noah started informing us on the statistics and the plans for the next three months right up until the World Series.
I’d always admired Noah—so disciplined in his work and organized. Ever since he joined us, things had been sailing fairly smoothly, and of course there were always going to be hitches, but he knew just how to solve them. He had always been a quick thinker and a straight-talker. However, ever since Naomi joined us, nothing much had changed really, but anyone could see that she had him wrapped around her finger and she enjoyed every second of it.
Daddy is always on her side.
“Meeting dismissed,” Noah said as he carried his clipboard. His daughter bolted out of the room before him. He looked at her disappearing frame, confused, and shrugged his shoulders.
He’d better not rule it off as something she always did! Why was I getting so annoyed, thinking about it?
“Well, let me go for my consultation with sweet Naomi. Maybe she’ll tell me what you did to her.” Leo gently smacked my back as he chuckled. I rolled my eyes and went to sit in the common room.
I needed a second to be alone. Well, more like an hour, because my session was right after Leo’s. Finally, I would be able to ask her why she was acting so timid.
We’d definitely had sex that night. The marks on my back and sides were more than enough proof for me. Plus, my whole hotel room smelled like her when I woke up. I was embarrassed to wake up alone, with the sunlight blinding me. I’d sat on the bed pondering on any possible reason she ran away as soon as I fell asleep.
So we had a one-night stand; what was so bad about it? But if she was going to act this way whenever she saw me, people—like Leo—would surely start thinking that I was the cause of all her problems again.
I love being the villain sometimes, but this time I just feel used.
What possible reason could there be for her to have left me right after we had a passionate time? Did I not fucking blow her mind away? Judging by her moans and how much she had climaxed all over my face, yeah, I would love to believe I did blow her fucking mind away.
I may have issues, but the bed for me was never a problem, and yet she was the fucking first to run away. Was my ego hurt?
Fuck, yeah!
How did one run away from Alexander Harris? The star pitcher? Maybe I was actually bad, and I am losing my eminence. But there was no fucking way that was the issue! She had begged me to go on, and it wasn’t like I hadn’t wanted to comply for one more round, which turned into many more. I was more than willing—more than glad to do so!
So how was she not exhausted right after? Obviously, I hadn’t done something right, seeing how she still had the energy to run away from me.
