Chapter 333 MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN HIS MOTHER 1

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS STEAMY CONTENT WHICH MIGHT BE SENSITIVE TO SOME READERS.

         While staring at the tiny opening Alex took me through earlier, I never imagined the inside to be this big and grand. It was special, the house or a mansion even, the decor and design were impeccable. I held his hands for support as we moved around the mansion, it felt like he was giving me a private tour into his world. But the question now was if I was ready to know everything about him.

        The thought of what he's done in the past rushed through my head, it felt like cold wind rushing through my skin and I shivered. I didn't know how I'd react if I eventually find out everything about him. I had no idea what to do if he decides to open up to me, this had me wondering if my heart could take it. Something tells me, that Alex has done more than meet the eye, it's no wonder he's the most feared man in the entire country.

        "I detest my sister at that point and never wanted her close to me even if I loved her more than anything." He started and I could already feel my head spin at his words, the thought of him telling me how many people he's killed got me anxious. "We fought in this area almost every f**king day and then I watch my parents express their whatever over here." He gestured his hands to a corner that was now covered with furniture.

        "Their love Alex, just like what we share, from your words I'm guessing they loved each other," I said to see him nod in agreement.

          "I wouldn't be so sure. You know I used to wish to marry someone like her. My mother." He chuckled placing both his hands in his pocket as he stared at the floor sucking in his breath before returning his gaze to me and I quickly averted my gaze. For some reason, I could no longer meet those eyes, the ones that always turned empty when he addressed his past. Most times I wished I was there to console him, to tell him everything would be okay and he'd turn out to be a good father and husband in the future.

        "Then why didn't you? Beverly was a good choice according to your history together. They say she was more like your mum, classy, elegant, beautiful" I walked past him and stood before what looked like an old painting. My eyes trailed down and I realized a mirror was right beneath it. Standing before both the mirror and the beautiful painting of a woman on the wall, I stared at my reflection.

         There was no sign or change in my stomach of being pregnant yet, which was quite a relief. I was grateful my body was the type to hide pregnancy till I'm in my fifth or sixth month.

        Things have changed a lot from five years back, I was fine living with the man I couldn't stand earlier. And even if recently we had our brawl on his choice of living, I just couldn't envision myself hating him.

        The thought of her was displeasing to the ears, I couldn't believe I would utter such a name from my lips, but she would always be a part of him, especially when he gets to talk about his past.

       Alex passed his hands through my waist and rested it on my stomach as we both started at ourselves for some time. He moved my hair to the side and rested his chin on my right shoulder before parting his lips to speak, "I found someone better, more classy, more elegant, and more beautiful than my mother or any other woman I've met." He pressed his lips on my shoulder making me stutter.

         I felt my heart skip at his words, "I wouldn't believe it if someone told me I'd be back here, and with a new family." He turned me around to meet his gaze before squatting slowly, "I'm having my fourth child out soon probably the last unless another mistake happens." He chuckled before pressing his lips on my stomach. I could feel my stomach churn and I couldn't tell if it is the baby or Alex's lips moving around sending intensifying electricity around my body.

        "It's not going to happen, Alex, I won't let that happen again," I said to hear his mild laughter. "Of course what was I thinking." He smiled standing to his feet. His smile was heavenly and I was happy I was able to make him feel a lot better now even if I did nothing. If I could make Alex smile every day, I would.

          "You haven't stated the reason for bringing me here." I chimed in, "What else, if not spend time with my woman." He pulled me closer to himself and my arms involuntarily rested on his chest. "This is my birthday gift, kissing you in the mansion I grew up in. Imagine all the naughty things we could do here alone for a day or two or even a week." He captured my lips with him, slowly, taking his time to savor its taste as I did his.

        I know this trick, Alex was kissing me, which meant he was lying, he didn't bring me here cause it's my birthday. But my brain was too clouded by his kiss that I couldn't think of a reasonable reason for his lies.

       I sighed through my lips from the intensity of our kiss as my hands searched for his hair I pulled him closer tilting my head to the side to gain full access. I moaned against his lips longing for his touch and Alex did hesitate to place his hands down there. I could feel my legs getting weak, it now felt like a feather as I could no longer keep my balance.

        He left my half swollen lips and got down to my neck, leaving sweet kisses around my collar bone before slowly moving to my earlobe. I felt like going insane, my brain couldn't focus on just one part of my body as his fingers moved in and out of me. Slowly. And his lips moved around my body. He picked me up, "Let's try something new tonight." I heard him say deep in his voice before placing me on a chair.

        Spreading my legs wide before his eyes, Alex sunk his lips down there and drove me out of the world. "Ah... Alex." I grabbed his hair desperately. This feeling was new, or was it cause I was sitted on a chair this time?

         My cries increased when his hands supported his tongue movement, and they did all kinds of wicked things to me.

         "Ahh!!" We both stopped whatever we were doing and rushed back upstairs to the kids. We stepped back only to see them in the lounge crying. It would have been easy if just one person was crying, but once it's all three, it's always very hard to calm them down.

         We were so lost in whatever we were doing down there and forgot we had children to care for. Alex stepped inside, only I knew what he went in to do and I blushed. How did things get that way? "Mummy my hair." Junior touched his hair showing me the cut by the side. "What have you been playing with?" "It's scissors and we used it on our hair, and on the bed, and... And." He took a deep breath. "A... And Leah cut her hands with it." He confessed and continued with his cries.

         I took them back into the room and holy smoke junior wasn't lying at all. Our room had been turned into a mess, the entire room was in chaos...