He hated the man that drove him crazy and would stop at nothing to get him away from his sister. But yet, he found himself falling deeper under his spell, intoxicated by the forbidden affection he knew better than to covet. He had stolen the heart of the man his sister loved, and what was worse, he did not regret it
Rowan.
Alessander arrived from running errands late in the evening, and it had me worried, especially when he had on a change of clothes.
"What happened? You changed your clothes." I said, hugging him from behind.
He ripped off his shirt and swiftly turned around, lifting me off my feet and carrying us both to the bed. He planted a kiss on my lips, but I pulled away.
"You're avoiding the question." I frowned.
He kissed me again, "I bumped into someone and got splashed with coffee. It's nothing."
"Where are your old clothes? I'll help take them to the dry cleaner..." I said whilst his fingers went for my pants, unbuckling my belt.
"Don't worry about that." He moaned into my neck, as he planted a trail of kisses.
But I did worry. I hadn't seen him all day and he was dressed in clothes I'd never seen before, something felt off.