Limits of Destiny (Volume 1) (18 page)

Gabriel, Lily’s hairdresser, had won several international awards and could produce a work of art from any hair. He was famous, and rightly so, as the most skilled young hairdresser in Zurich. He charged an arm and a leg for a hairstyle, but this wasn’t important. The cause definitely merited the investment.

“Yes, Lily. I’d be truly grateful.”

*     *     *

Late in the
afternoon, my iPhone rang. It was Alexander.

“Baby, I miss you.” His pleasantly deep yet slightly hoarse masculine voice sent warm ripples through my body. Would he always have such a strong effect on me? Most likely yes. I didn’t think I would ever tire of him.

“I miss you too.” I glanced at my watch. It was half five.

“You’re always on my mind. I want to be with you, embrace you, feel your delicate skin.” I heard him exhale loudly.

I decided to tease him. “So that’s why you want me to work in your company… so I’ll always be at your disposal.”

“Not just for that,” he said, adding, “but I have to admit I quite like your idea. Can you imagine—”

“Don’t even think about it. It’s not going to happen.” I quickly cut him off.

“Hmm… We’ll see.”

I heard a phone ringing on the other end of the line, but he clearly had no intention of answering it.

“I don’t want us to fight about this. Let’s not ruin everything, especially after the wonderful weekend we’ve just had.”

“We’ll have many more like it, baby.” His words hit the bulls-eye and made me shift uncomfortably in my chair.

I tried to dispel the sexual thoughts starting to emerge in my head. “How was your day?”

“I had many meetings. As I told you, I keep thinking of you terribly often, and I mean
terribly
, because I get an erection and barely manage to conceal it.”

“Noooo… That is terrible.” I sniggered.

“It’s not funny. I couldn’t get up from the chair. I was hiding my arousal under the table.”

“Hmm… We’ll do some work on this problem tonight.”

“Oooo… I can’t wait, sweetie. I’ll be waiting for you in front of the bank at half six and we’ll go together to pick you a dress for the ball.”

“’Kay. Kisses.”

“Same to you, baby.”

*     *     *

After work, Alexander
and I went to the Chanel store, where Mariella, Francesco’s sister, greeted us with a radiant smile. With her candor and genuineness, she was exactly the type of woman I could imagine becoming a good friend of mine. She was a very pretty girl, between twenty and twenty-three years old, with brown waist-length hair and warm black eyes. She was wearing a white blouse with a bow around the neck and black skinny pants.

There was an incredible selection of dresses, handbags, wallets, and shoes in the Chanel store. My eyes stopped at a long cream bustier dress covered in small stones that gleamed like diamonds. From the waist down, there were fine vertical drapes. I put it on and showed it to Alexander and Mariella.

“Alexia, I’m speechless. It looks amazing on you, like it was made to order,” said Mariella.

I glanced at Alexander, who was staring at me wide-eyed as if hypnotized. “What do you think, Alexander? I, for one, really like this dress,” I said to him.

No response.

“Alexander?” I repeated, my voice full of expectation. His opinion was very important to me because I appreciated his refined taste. Unlike him, I didn’t generally get to go to charity events and had no rich experience in exactly what kind of outfits the invitees were expected to wear.

“You look gorgeous. We’ll take it,” he said and immediately pulled out his credit card.

Before leaving the store, Mariella and I exchanged phone numbers and arranged to have lunch together the next day.

*     *     *

Mrs. Schmidt had
cooked chicken tenderloin, potatoes with rosemary, and boiled vegetables. It smelled very appetizing. We sat down at the table for supper. Alexander had just started to reach for his glass of wine when we heard his iPhone ring.

Poor man. Not a second to himself. Someone is always calling him.

He looked at the display in surprise. “Hmm… It’s my mother.” He picked up. “Has something happened?” Alexander waited for her to speak and added, “Okay, Mum, send it to my cell… No, I don’t want you to come. You can show me tomorrow… Yes, I’m not alone… Yes… Is there anything else? Okay, I know… Have a nice evening.” He hung up and looked me in the eyes. “Someone took our picture when we were at Lake Como. It’s been published in
Bunte
.”

Seconds later, he received a message. “Here, look.”

They had photographed us walking on the street arm-in-arm, just before we met up with Francesco.

“We look great.” Alexander was clearly amused. I, however, felt concerned.

“It’s started,” I muttered and scowled. “And what does the caption say?”

“
Alexander Kraftberg walking along Lake Como in the company of a charming blonde
,” he replied and gave me a piercing look.

“
Charming blonde
… They still haven’t found out my name.”

“Well… Not yet… But they will soon. Alexia, I don’t want to hide you. You are now MINE, and I want people to know it.” He took hold of my chin and flashed a conquering smile.

“You talk about me like I’m a new hotel you’ve just bought.”

“Don’t talk rubbish,” he chided. “You should know by now that I’m quite possessive and will fight tooth and nail for that which belongs to me—”

“If I belong to you, then you belong to me too,” I interrupted.

“Yes, that’s correct.”

I turned to him and leaned my elbow on the chair’s armrest. “Which means you’re
only
MINE,” I said, deliberately emphasizing the final word.

“Yes,” he replied quickly.

I started to dance on the inside with the joy I felt from his response.
He is mine, just mine, but until when?

“And no other women will be involved.” I looked at him seriously in expectation of his answer.

“No women, but no men either.”

“Fine, it’s a deal.” I smiled at him, and he kissed me on the cheek.

“My mother really likes you. She said you’re very beautiful.”

“I think she’s beautiful too.”

“Have you been looking at pictures on the internet?”

“Roberto was interested in you. He was digging around on Google last week and showed me a picture of your family. You really look like your mother, and your brother looks like your father.”

“Yes, you’re right.” He leaned in and pressed his lips against the curve between my neck and shoulder. “You smell so nice. You’re taking the pill regularly, right?”

“Yes, of course. I don’t want get pregnant just yet either.” I scowled.

“You’re pissed. What’s eating at you? Is it the picture?”

“Yes.” I sighed.

“What’s the big deal if everybody finds out we’re together?”

I didn’t say anything.

“Alexia, do you want us to be together?” He was extremely serious.

“Yes, of course I do. I just need a little time to get used to the idea that people will talk about me… I should probably tell my father about you so he doesn’t find out from the press.”

God, I’d completely forgotten about my father. How would he react? He never meddled in my personal life. He trusted me and had confidence in my judgment. I knew he wouldn’t interfere, or at least he hadn’t yet. Still, I felt anxious. After all, I hadn’t gone out with a multimillionaire before, and I really wanted Dad to like him. I didn’t want him to think of Alexander as a rich womanizer. Of course, Alexander used to be precisely that before he met me, but I could sense now he had feelings for me. And I was resolved to get my father to understand this before he formed the wrong impression of him based on the press.

“Well, call him right now. I like listening when you speak to him in English.” He passed me his iPhone.

“Welson.”

“Hi, Dad. It’s me, Alexia.”

“Hey, kid. Have you got a new number?”

“No, Dad. I’m calling you from a… friend’s phone.” Alexander raised an eyebrow in disapproval and gritted his teeth. I continued. “Actually, from my boyfriend’s phone. I went to Lake Como with him last weekend. I just wanted to let you know some paparazzo took our picture and now it’s been published in
Bunte
. It’s very likely that it’ll soon appear in American magazines too.”

“So he’s not just anyone. Hmm… What’s his name?”

“Alexander Kraftberg.”

“Is it serious?”

“I think so… Yes… I don’t know.” I looked at him. “We’ve not been together for long.” I wasn’t sure how serious our relationship was. Would we manage to stay together?

Alexander frowned and narrowed his eyes.

“I understand. Look, kid, I don’t care how much money he’s got, even he owns the entire world. I’m only interested in one thing. Are you happy with him?”

“Yes, Dad, I’m happy.”
How can I tell him I’m so in love with Alexander that it hurts? That I’m so afraid he will tire of being just with me…?

“That’s the only thing I care about, my girl—your happiness.”

“I know, Dad. How’s Johnny?” I asked.

“He’s still in the hospital, but he’s much better now. Don’t worry yourself, dear.”

“Okay, Dad. Give Johnny a kiss from me. And say hi to Melanie.”

“I will.”

“Bye, Dad.”

“Take care of yourself, honey.”

“You too.” I hung up.

Alexander sat me on his lap. “See, that wasn’t so scary.” He kissed me on the forehead. I snuggled up to him. His eyes gleamed like precious stones when he said, “Let’s go and take a shower together.”

“Did you forget I’m on my period?”

“That doesn’t bother me. Are you in pain?”

“No.”

“Well, in that case…” He took my hand and led me to the second floor, where his bedroom was located.

I rushed to go into bathroom, informing him beforehand that I wanted to freshen up first. I took off my dress and underwear and started to bathe.

Soon after, there was a knock on the door, and then Alexander came in. He took off his boxers and joined me in the cubicle. He crossed his hands at the back of my neck and stood me against the wall. He was very aroused. “We’ll do it without a condom this time. I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

At his words, I felt a pleasant tightening between my legs. Never before had I had sex without a condom and I couldn’t wait to experience it. I admired his abdominal muscles, wide shoulders, sun-kissed skin, and lovely blue eyes, which desired me as much as I desired him. I started to kiss him with all the passion I could muster, my fingers digging into his hair. Our tongues tangled and our bodies pressed into each other, making me feel his erection against my belly.

“You’re so impatient, baby,” he whispered.

His soft lips drew a warm line from my neck to my ear, causing an ecstatic sensation. I started to moan, my breathing quickened, and my body throbbed. Alexander cupped my breasts in his hands. He bent forward and sucked on one of my nipples, pinching it gently with his teeth. I moaned. He moved on to the other nipple, covering it with his lips and gently circling the tip.

“Oh.” I moaned again, and the muscles of my sex tightened from the intense arousal. His fingers lightly touched my clit. He started to move them in a circular motion. His intense desire to be inside me was written on his face.

“Raise one of your legs over my arm,” he ordered, and I obeyed. “Alexia, you can’t imagine how much I want you. Don’t close your eyes. I want to see them as I enter you.” Slowly, he slid his cock inside me, keeping his eyes locked on me. He put it all the way in and held his breath.

“Oh, this feels so good. You’re so warm.” He started to move forward and backward, teasing me and making me want him even more.

“Faster please. It’s amazing.” I moaned, breathless.

Alexander increased the tempo, moving faster and harder. I raised my pelvis to meet him. I squeezed him tightly, as if someone could come and take him away. The rhythmic thrusts of his huge penis turned me on even more and caused a surge of hot waves through my entire body. It felt like liquid fire pumping through my veins.

“Oh, God…”

The orgasm poured over me with devastating force. I rested my head on his chest.

“Are you okay?” he whispered in my ear.

I gave myself some time to recover. “Yes, it was incredible.” I smiled and pressed my lips against his.

Alexander pulled out and then entered me again. He did this several times in slow, teasing movements. My desire for more kindled, my groin muscles tightened. He started to thrust faster, going deeper and deeper until he was in all the way.

“Yes, Alexia, squeeze me… Yes… It’s so…” His hands caressed my hips and butt. “Wrap your legs around my waist, baby.”

I enveloped him with my body and enjoyed his skillful movements, which fired me like an arrow into eternity.

“It feels so good… You’re driving me crazy. It is so fucking incredible.” He moaned.

I felt the strong beats of his heart beneath my palm. Our tongues intertwined, chasing, seeking and finding each other.

“I need you, Alexia. I need you like flowers need water. Meeting you was the best thing that’s ever happened in my life. I want you just for myself.”

Was this a declaration of love or simply sweet nothings uttered in a time of passion? I couldn’t tell, but it warmed my soul, warmed the most shielded parts of my heart, and tears of happiness started to stream down my face. At that moment, I loved him so much. I wanted
him
only for myself. And then the orgasm took over me and shattered my thoughts into countless pieces. My entire body convulsed as Alexander followed me, screaming my name, coming deep inside me. His hot sperm shot into me and the sensation was so strong and so pleasant. I held him tight against me, as if someone could take him away from me at any moment.

“This was…”

“Divine,” he finished my sentence. “Oh, baby… I’m in heaven… together with you.”

I smiled.

“I feel great knowing you’ve not done it without a condom with your exes.”

“The sensation is completely different,” I whispered.

“It’s amazing.” He rubbed his nose against mine. “It’s so intimate… and I’m the only one,” he repeated proudly, his eyes shining.