ALEXEI

#Chapter1

/"Say my name flower./" Hoisting her smooth legs on his waist violently thrusting into her pussy as she bites her lips holding down the huge ball of moans just to taunt the green eyed Russian. Her client.

/"Never./" Saying affirmative, Rosie swears in mockery not understanding the more she dares the psycho, the more hungry he gets for her. With that, a devilish grin crosses his face looking down at her lying on the table squirming hard obviously holding herself back from giving the tattooed man thrusting hard, deep, fast and so fucking good her brains melted, lost in the expertise of him inside of her. But no, she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of her loving every thrust he gives her sopping wet pussy until he accepts he needs her just as much as she needs this psycho.

Softly, he whispers sucking her earlobe that has her toe curling and her pussy dripping. /"By the end of the day I will have you moaning, begging and screaming my name flower, because you are mine. Fucking mine./"

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Mature content

Violence

Mature romance

18+

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/"What is wrong with you Rosie?!!!/"

Looking out the window downtown New York combustion and its daily traffic, it feels good to be back in a city that never sleeps after such a long time. But slowly I regret coming back because my roommate from college won't let a sister have her peace. Like is that too much to ask?

/"I just felt I should be nice, what did I do?/" Walking away from the window to my desk switching on my apple desktop looking through my schedule.

/"Oh Rosie, Rosie, Rosie./" She groans clearly trying to calm herself down from strangling me through the phone. I bet she has her head low tapping her palm to it as she shakes her head in worry. /"When will you ever learn? That man fucking left you for that Brazilian booty call./" Cringing at the remark leaving a foul thought in my head.

/"No one calls it booty call again./"

/"Don't you dare change the topic./" I chuckle rolling my eyes mouthing after her in mock silence while mimicking her gestures. /"Look, you need to move on, its been fucking five years. Don't tell me you're not over him yet after leaving you high and dry?/" It was fun while it lasted until she throws the bomb at me. /"I bet he never made you cum,/" she really got me there rendering me speechless as my mouth gape open like a fish out of water. /"oh my God, I'm gonna kill that fucker. I going to squish his balls so hard he will never know the meaning of fertility again, I will.../"

/"Okay bye now./" Hanging the call on her but come to think of it, Bryan never gave me an orgasm not that I cared though. He was sweet, caring, attentive, handsome and all the girls back then wanted him but he came to me or that is what I thought until I caught him balls deep in our home fucking that Brazilian skunk only to tell me it wasn't working anymore and he wishes me well.

What will you have me do? No, tell me?

So I carried my broken heart and mended it, even when I missed him I held myself back, when I saw him in campus, I smile like he never broke my heart with his words; I wished him well and hope I forgot about him. Guess what, I didn't which was why I left in the first place.

The very morning I came back to New York, I received an anonymous caller and guess who it was, Bryan fucking Thompson. My highschool sweetheart and famous heartbreaker. I thought we could be live the American dream, be the American couple, have kids and grow old watching them fall in love. It all came crashing down that day in our home. Maybe he's right, I wasn't good enough which prompted him to cheat on me in our home, on our bed!!! Calm down Rosie, taking deep breaths and expelling out deeply I move about my office admiring every decor of my favorite color playing so well in the room. Burgundy against the white walls. Gina is right, I need to drop him like a bag of sack potatoes or maybe she could just be wrong. If I had fought for him, begged him to stay or even apologise maybe my American dream would have become such a reality but no; I accepted defeated and watched from afar the man I did love waltz out of my life and worst part; I was fucking friendzoned. I couldn't be anymore pathetic.

But that old me is gone now, I made a pact while on air to New York that whatever I want I must have it. By hook or by crook. No man will play with my heart anymore; once bitten, twice shy. This is the new Rosie.

My phone goes off, groaning I answer the call without looking at the id. /"Come on now, give me a break will you?/" Saying exasperatedly.

/"Rosie./" The deep voice chuckles clearly amused causing my head to snap to my phone seeing the caller upon realizing.

/"Oh, shit, hi Bryan./"

/"Hi Rosie, heard you back in New York./" He laughs. Distant voices are heard in the background.

/"Yeah, I kinda missed home besides work couldn't be anymore tempting./"

/"So I heard, major league clients knocking on your doors. I'm jealous you know. I'm quite sure they will be all over you now./" If I didn't know better, I would have concluded he is a tad bit jealous or maybe it's my irrational mind playing trick on me. Playing it cool laughing off strutting to the coffee machine making myself a cup.

/"A little flirt can hurt no one./" Smiling, blowing the steam before taking a sip. It got eerily silent I begin to feel uncomfortable hearing just his breath mixed with the background noise. Did I say something wrong that hurt him?

/"Hey, can we see for breakfast, brunch or dinner, whatever is in your table, let's catch up for old time sake./" Okay, drawling internally enjoying my beverage. /"Don't say no to me./" He quickly interject hopefully making me chuckle, about to answer the sound of knock on my door distracts me.

/"Miss Reyes, your 2 o'clock is here to see you./" My secretary smiles at me, moving back to my table looking for the file of my client going through it.

/"Oh thanks Jeanine./" She nods closing the door taking my attention back to the caller on the end of the line. /"Sorry Bryan, maybe a raincheck, I have a client now./"