My Most Precious One (6 page)

“I honestly don’t get you girl, you want him, he looks like he wants you, but you seem to keep giving him the brush off.” She poured herself some wine from the open bottle.

“Last Tuesday was awesome, it was perfect, but there’s something there that’s not right, I don’t know what it is?” I sipped my wine.

“Yes! I fucken want him, but my brain keeps telling me no. Roxi I worked hard for all this, he’ll just come in here and fuck it all up!” I finally relented.

She dunked her spring roll into the peanut butter sauce. “You’re fucken kidding me right? Sweetheart, I get it you’re scared, this is going to be a very grown up relationship, get over yourself and walk into that man’s arms and grab some dick. ” I nearly choked on my rice noodles.

“Roxi he’s rich, and I don’t mean rich like a few million, the man is loaded.”

She laughed “Yeah, I know, he’s the new landlord. My sister was talking about.”

The noodles came right back out of my mouth and into the box.

“What?” I stammered.

“Very lady like Lexi.” Roxi looked at me with disgust.

“Roxi?” I screamed “You wait until now to tell me!” I put the takeout box back onto my coffee table.

“I only had time to see you now.” She offered.

“Forget it, I’m not talking about Lukas anymore.” I gestured my hands out to erase the air.

We spent the rest of the night bitching and complaining about work and our relationships with our parents.

She was getting ready to leave when she stopped.

“Look this Tuesday the terrace is opening up and Philip wants a staff party, so let’s go and have fun, okay?” She kissed me and left.

So much for a quiet night at home, I reached for my phone and saw I had a missed call and text. The call was from my mother, the text from Lukas.

Goodnight Alexia

I stared at this little text that sent shivers down my body. I could still feel the heat of his touch. I looked around my home. His presence was still felt inside my condo. I let out a sigh. I scrolled up and press the add contact button and added his name. My Suit.

Breathe

Tuesday morning came and Philip wanted us all to be there in the late morning to set up. The bistro didn’t start its seasonal hours just yet, so on Mondays and Tuesdays the place was still closed until four. Next week it would open from seven in the morning until late, which none of us liked, but like they say c’est la vie. I saw Gavin and Cooly on the terrace loading up the BBQ getting the food ready, while Roxi and Kaci and some new staffers were putting up the lights. I saw a familiar face, one I didn’t expect.

Jaks was helping set up the music system. Philip had walked over to me, “I know! His yummy!” He gave him a once over then another.

“You’re beyond gay.” I said to him as he laughed. “Too bad he’s not!” He pouted.

“What’s he doing here?” I asked.

“Well he needed more work and we needed a bartender. Roxi recommended him.”

We both headed to the terrace. “Ahh!” cried Roxi. Kaci just made fun of her mimicking her scream.

I walked over to Jaks. “Hi, so I hear we’ll be working together this summer?”

I hadn’t seen him clearly at the bar the last time I was there. He was very good looking, he had shaved his head until he almost had no hair, but you can tell he was blonde. He had blue eyes but nothing like the Lukas’. He smiled and it made him all the more endearing. He had an athletic body, very lean and tight little muscles, no wonder Philip was drooling.

“Yeah, well Roxi said the place was great to work at.”

I smiled “I’m…” He cut me off.

“Lexi, I know Roxi told me.” He grinned.

“OK then, I’ll let you get back to work.”

I opened some beers for everyone, while I made a glass of sangria, well more like a pitcher. It was a hot day and I wore a white loose V-neck t-shirt with jeans and white and black fedora and yes my customary Converse, only because I hadn’t had time to get a Pedi done.

The sound system was up and Philip couldn’t help but put it on, all dance and 80’s. He loved a local group called Chromeo and blasted their song, Fancy Footwork. That man was crazy, but I loved that song, if you love music, you loved to dance and damn, could I ever.

“Come on girl!” Philip cried out hooting and hollering, giving me the come hither finger to join him. The terrace was on the side of the bistro, so one side faced the side walk. Philip had built a stone wall to mimic the walls of the store, so I couldn’t help it as I jumped up onto it and started my moves. Roxi and Kaci joined me and we started to dance. Put us three together and give us a pole and we would make you rich. That’s how we rolled.

By the end of the song all three of us turned and did the jersey turn pike. We laughed and I was about to jump down, when someone grabbed onto my leg. As an instinct I turned to give them a side kick that I learnt in class, Lukas stopped it without a flinch. He nodded to everyone and crooked his finger to me. I didn’t budge, so he yanked my jeans making me fall over. He grabbed me and slowly eased me down onto the sidewalk. He looked gorgeous today. He wore a
black and grey plaid shirt that he rolled up to his elbows with black jeans. My eyes were too busy feasting on him to notice he had his friend next to him.

“So this is Alexia?” He friend said. He was just as tall as my Suit but leaner with longish blonde hair and a devilish kind of smile.

“Lexi to you.” Lukas said to him.

“This is Erik. He just flew in from Sweden.” I nodded to him.

I hadn’t notice until I realized the music had stopped. Roxi was next to the sound system, smiling. Kaci was at the edge of the stone wall and winked at me. Fucken girls.

“Would you like to join us? That’s unless you’re working or something?” Philip walked over to help me out of my predicament, but not really since he invited my walking wet dream to our party.

“Or something.” Erik said, as he jumped over the wall.

“Sorry, my friend seems overly eager for a drink.” Wow, laughing casual Suit took my breath away.

“No, it’s all good, come. Beer or Sangria?” I offered.

Before I could jump over he lifted me up onto the wall. “Thanks” I bit my inner lip.

“I said to stop doing that.” I rolled my eyes to him.

I gave him and Erik their beers as they sat next to the wall of the terrace. I started to walk away, but he slipped his fingers into my jean belt loop and yanked me to him, making me sit on his lap. I could see he wasn’t looking at me so I followed his line of vision, which was right at Jaks. The moment I saw Jaks he busied himself with something.

“Who’s that?” Lukas asked.

“That’s our new bartender, Jaks.” I tried to stand up but he wouldn’t let me, he wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Stay!” He ordered. I heard Roxi gasp in the background somewhere. “I don’t want you to hang out with him.” He added.

“What? How the hell am I supposed to do that? I work with him.” I snapped. I had enough of Lukas, but being in his arms felt so right. I shook my head and stood up, getting myself another glass of sangria. Jaks had walked over to me and started to pour it for me.

“Thanks” I said.

“It’s nothing.” He set the pitcher down.

“So you guys can really dance.” He grinned, ah so cute!

“Yeah well, we know how to shake our hips.” I was taking a sip of my sangria, when Lukas appeared next to me, his sheer presence made Jaks back up a bit.

“Hi” Lukas offered the new bartender, “I’m Lukas, Alexia’s boyfriend.” I nearly spit out my drink.

“Oh” Jaks said “Well it’s nice to meet you.”

Lukas smirked at him. “Can you do me a favour and keep an eye out for her, just in case, you know?” Lukas winked at him. Jaks only nodded.

“Lukas!” I hissed.

“Well it was nice meeting you Jaks.” He reached out his hand and shook it. I swear I could smell the pee all over me. I threw back my drink and stormed into the bistro.

The lights were still off. I knew he was following me. I kept walking until I reached the back of the restaurant where the small corridor for the bathrooms was, I didn’t want everyone to hear us.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked.

“What?” He answered.

“Are you serious?” I asked giving him a knowingly look. “Lukas you practically peed all over me.” He smirked.

“And?” He waited.

“So you’re my boyfriend now? You mind telling me when this happened?” I threw my hands up into the air letting them drop by my side.

“It hasn’t happened yet, but I’m not going to let some cocky kid get in my way.” He said gruffly.

“Oh. My. God. You’re insane” I huffed.

“Since I’ve met you? Yes, I become insane!” He barked.

“You make me fucken crazy, do you understand that? What did you think I was going to do just sit back and watch you flirt with that boy out there?” He pointed to the direction of the terrace.

“You are mine! Get that through your head already.”

I seriously think I could have heard myself blink. One blink, two blinks. I stood there stupefied. “Yours?” I whispered.

“Yes mine.” He growled. He plunged his two hands around me, grabbing my ribs lifting me so I could be eye level to him. “Mine!” He bit out. His voice was so low, so desperate that it made my core quiver. He leaned his head in fast claiming my mouth.

At first it was a hard pressed kiss, but my body slowly loosened up under his immense pressure, letting him in. My lips gradually parted and I had my first taste of Lukas. It was simple sinful, like I had been craving him all my life, but hadn’t known it until I tasted him on my lips. His kiss was powerful and demanding, his tongue teasing and controlling. “Mine.” He growled against my lips. The kiss became frantic like he was making sure I understood him. My body naturally yielded to him. I could feel every single goose bump on my skin. My whole body was a live wire. He pulled himself away looking down at me, letting me slide down the wall slowly, his hands cupping my face.

“Breathe” he whispered “Just breathe.”

I lost all sense around me. “Alexia?” He whispered again close to my ear, making my already weakened body wither under his intense voice.

“Lexi! We need to set up for the dinner rush, can you help before you go?” I heard Philip call to me from the front of the store. I never raised my eyes to meet his. I lowered my head now and pushed him away from me.

“Alexia?” He whispered again. I didn’t look back, the further I got from him the more myself I felt. I could still feel the heat of his lips on me, imprinting himself, like he was desperate for me to understand.

“Are you ok?” I heard Philip over my thoughts.

“Yeah I’m fine.” I stuttered.

Lukas came from behind me. “I guess it’s my cue to take my buddy and go, have a good night tonight.” He spoke only to Philip ignoring me. I gave myself permission to look at him once. I knew it would be a bad idea. His heated stare only ignited the flames inside me, the flames he started. His gaze was telling me he was coming for me, telling me to wait and see how much I belonged to him. I tried to drop my eyes, but I couldn’t, he owned them now and nothing I could do could stop him.

I watched as he left. The further he went the harder it got to breathe. My mind reliving his last words, ‘breathe, just breathe.’ I wanted him. I needed him. No. It was so much more than that, that’s why I fought him so hard, that’s why I fought with myself. I was lost now. Now I was feeling what I dreaded the most. Fear.

Mine

I finished helping set up the bistro for the night rush. Jaks stayed far away from me, while Roxi and Kaci only gave each other knowing looks but said nothing to me. I wished everyone a good night and headed home. I slid into my Mini, the night was warm and inviting, the air was caresses my already sensitive skin. I shuffled my iPod and Otis Redding came on with Rock Me Baby. Great! Even the iPod conspired against me.

I decided to take a long drive to clear my head before I got home. Thank god that Daft Punk’s Too Long came on and for the next ten minutes I blissfully listened to heavy beats, making me forget what had happened. Well not really.

I finally reached home and parked in my spot in the back of the condo. I used the building’s key to let myself in from the back door. Once in the house, I turned on my computer needing my music, as I was about to take a shower, the song Lotus from FM Belfast started to play. I walked into the shower making sure the water was nice and hot and began to lather myself up. I could still feel his touch on my ribs, holding me tight when he had lifted me up. I started to touch my sides, his heat still emanated there.

I lowered my hand until I reached my pussy, slowly messaging my lips, I could feel how wet I was, how swollen my folds were. My clit ached to be touched, but I wanted to delay the inevitable. With my other hand, I began to massage my breasts, making my nipples pebble. I let out a small moan. I wanted this, I needed it. I dove my fingers deep inside feeling my warmth wrap itself around me. I brought my fingers to my mouth tasting my salty sweet essence. I wanted to continue this in my bed. As I turned the shower off, I could hear my phone ringing, over Garbage’s song I Would Die For You. I wrapped the towel around me and went towards my phone. It was Lukas. He had called me over ten times. I stood still staring at my Iphone, when I was startled by a loud knock that came from my door, making me drop my phone. I walked over to my computer and turned off the music.

“I know you’re in there.” He stopped.

“Open the door!” He barked.

I could hear his hand gliding up and down the outside of my door.

“Alexia” The way he called my name.

“Alexia” Like he was pleading for me.

“Alexia” Like he needed to touch me.

“Alexia” To feel me.

“Please!” His low quiet plea was my undoing.

I reached for the door and unlocked the deadbolt. I turned the knob, but stood behind the door as I opened, knowing that this would be the last time I was me, knowing that this would be the beginning of my unraveling.

He took two steps inside looking for me. I closed the door behind him. He turned slowly to find me leaning against my door. His eyes were eating me alive. Gone was the vivid blue colour, it was now replaced by a dark need.

No words were needed as he reached for my towel and yanked it off leaving me naked, bare for his eyes to see. Strangely, I didn’t feel cold. My body was on fire, burning from within me. He grabbed me and pushed me against the wall. Our kiss was hard and fast making the intensity between us maddening. He released me from our kiss and began licking and biting my neck. I let out a low moan, when he finally stopped. He moved away from me and began to undress himself. I reached to touch him.

“No, watch!” He ordered.

I watched, as his fingers slowly undid the buttons on his shirt, revealing the most divine chest, not to muscular but two perfect pecks and soft pronounced abs.

“Play with yourself.” He commanded.

I smiled and moved my hand down my stomach and back to my wet lips. I eased two fingers in and out, leisurely. Two can play at this game. I could hear him swear under his breath. I began to work my clit moving myself closer to my orgasm. I grabbed my breast and squeezed. I closed my eyes, letting my head drop back.

“No.” He roared “I only make you cum.” He lifted me up in one fluid movement. I wrapped my legs around him, kissing him as I began to grind my hips onto his hard stomach.

“Stop!” He commanded again and a quiet whimper escaped my lips. He threw me onto my counter.

“This time won’t be slow. This time is about me making you understand that you belong only to me.” He said bluntly, as his eyes fused me in place.

I watched as he dropped his pants, oh my god, his cock was long and thick, a perfect mix.

“Are you on the pill?” He voice was hoarse, as he grabbed his dick and began to stroke it.

“Yes” I whimpered.

“Good, I’m clean and I need to feel your wet hot pussy on my dick. Now look at me!” He ordered and I did. He gripped his penis and slid it up and down my opening, teasing me.

“Please” I begged.

“No, only I decide.” He bit out, as he slid it again, this time all the way to my butt just barely grazing it.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, I kept moaning and grinding my pussy wanting him inside me.

“Open your eyes!” He growled. I found what little strength I had and opened them to look at his marvelous face.

“Have you touched yourself thinking about me?” He asked low enough to make me weak.

“Yes” I breathed.

“Have you fantasized about me?” He growled.

“Yes” I murmured, lost in this overwhelming feeling.

He positioned his penis to my pussy. “Don’t stop looking at me.” With one hard long thrust. he pushed himself into me, hitting my womb, his eyes all ablaze now.

“Do you feel me inside you?” He asked is voice hoarse. He moved his hand over my lower belly, moving it slowly.

“Yes” I whimpered.

“This is me, making you mine.” Thrust. “Mine!” Thrust. “Say it Alexia.” He growled.

“Yours.” Thrust. “Yours.” He began to move faster and harder.

“You’re so fucken tight.” He said, as though he was in agony. I started to move the muscles inside me.

“Don’t Alexia” I ignored him. I could feel my organism coming.

“You’re close.” He moaned.

I kept moving my muscles massaging him cock. “Stop!” He commanded but I didn’t. He pulled out enough that I could feel the void inside me.

“When I say stop you stop!” He pushed one more time making me buck up, the pressure was too great. I could feel my orgasm coming. I pleaded with my eyes. “You want to cum?” He asked as he brushed my hair off my face. “Then cum for me.” Oh my god did I ever. My body erupted, my muscles milking him inside me. He thrust two more time before he came.

“Mine.” He growled again. He moved with shallow thrusts making sure all his cum was in me.

I lay limp on the counter trying to regain myself. His body glistened with sweat. He gave me a crocked smile as he gently lifted me up and held me close to him. Our bodies still joined. I could hear his heart beating.

“Are you ok?” He asked patting my hair. I murmured contentedly in my sated state. He laughed moving away from me, but I murmured again, but this time in protest, which made him laugh more.

He walked to where my bathroom was, I could hear the water run. When he came back he had a towel with him, he placed his hands onto my thighs and spread my legs.

“You sure I didn’t hurt you?” He asked. I watched as he began to clean me. He was gentle and careful. I could feel my heart swell up again.

“No you didn’t.” I reached for the towel, but he gave me a stern look “I need to clean you up.”

I laughed “I could do it myself.” He shushed me.

“Mine.” He said again.

I jumped off the counter and gave him a chaste kiss and headed to the bathroom to clean up and to hide for a mere second. I closed the door behind me and anchored myself onto my sink and looked at my reflection in the mirror. Just follow his lead. I knew I was way over my head with him, but my body wanted this so badly.

I walked back out half expecting him to be dressed ready to leave, when I couldn’t find him in the kitchen area. I headed to my bedroom. There he was laying down on my bed, waiting for me. His naked body glowed from the street light outside.

“Come.” He said as he reached out his hand to take mine. I reached out for his hand and he pulled me into his arms and held me. But I pushed away, I could hardly see it in the dark, but my Suit had a tattoo. With my finger tips I began to trace the side of his ribs. It was a Japanese tattoo of a tiger.

“I got it in Japan a few years ago, from an old master.” He watched me as I marveled at it. The tiger was about to pounce on his prey, the tattoo itself was so telling.

“Irezumi.” I murmured to myself.

“You know about Japanese tattooing?” He began to play with my hair.

“The plucking technique they use is amazing to watch.” I said. He stopped giving me a ‘what?’ look. “YouTube.” I answered “I’ve seen it on YouTube.”

He then relaxed and continued to play with my hair. “So the tiger is about to attack his prey, did you decided it or the artist?” I wondered.

He smiled pulling me into his chest. “Why?” He asked cupping and caressing my face.

“I’d like to know.” I shrugged.

“I did.” He finally answered, I laughed.

“What?” He squinted at me.

“Figures” I said.

He started to tickle me. “Why?” I began to move around not wanting him to tickle me too much. I finally let up and told him.

“Your goal oriented, that’s what the meaning behind it is.”

He stopped his tickle attack and pulled me tighter. “I see you have a few of your own.” He ignored my answer and asked his own. I shrugged. Mine were only words, nothing big like his. He reached for the small lamp I had on my night table and turn on the light. The soft light lit my room.

He lifted me up and pointed to my lower back. “This one?” I could feel his finger tracing it. “What does it mean?”

“It’s Greek for Love” I answered.

He moved to the side of my ribs. “That one is, Om in Balinese.”

Then he moved to my upper thigh. “Forgive in Latin.”

“They’re perfect Alexia. Just like you.” He began tracing the words on my skin.

“Thank you.” The tattoos I got were my own to see. My own to understand, but in that moment he made me feel so beautiful, like he understood me completely and saw passed everything and saw me.

“I have one more you haven’t seen yet.” He leaned up and turned his back to me.

“Holy shit!” I reached out and on his back was a Japanese dragon. It was in soft grey and black, covering half his back.

“I didn’t get it at the same time but I felt like I needed it.” He told me as I traced it. Who would have thought that my prim and proper Suit would have these incredibly meaningful tats all over him?

“Enough, I want to sleep with you in my arms and ravage you all night.” He leaned back and took me in his arms, as I giggled to myself. I found my nook and laid my head onto his chest. He pushed my hair to the side and moved down my arm, drawing soft little circles with his fingers.

I woke up dazed. Still tired but completely sated by my Suit. He woke me up twice last night. Both times taking me further down the rabbit hole that was his life. I stretched wanting to feel his body but I felt nothing. I sat up and he was no longer in my bed. I put on my boxers and t-shirt and walked out of my room. I knew I was alone, no longer feeling his immense presence. He had left.

I tried to not let this bother me. I stood still. The silence of my condo engulfed me. Fuck, it bothered me. I quickly wiped the few tears that fell. In the back of my mind, I hoped he left to get us breakfast or something stupid like that, but the sinking hole in my stomach told me it was a lie. My mind was trying to tell me to ease the pain I felt in my heart. I felt so stupid. I looked around for a note or a message on my phone but nothing. I wasn’t going to take a shower today, but I felt like I needed it now.

Two days had passed since I last heard from Lukas. I gave myself such shit for falling for his crap. I knew it was too good to be true. Lukas proclaiming me to be his was a joke and I fell for it. Why would a man like him ever want with someone like me? The thing was I was irrevocably changed that night, the tenderness I felt with him, the raw power he had making me submit to him, had changed me to my core, now I was left to pick up the pieces of hurricane Lukas.