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As soon as they were gone I gave him a hard shove. He shoved me back. It was gentle and I barely felt it, but it was enough to throw me off which was exactly what he wanted.
“I’m going to fuck you shortly. I presume we need to resolve the Angie issue before that happens?”You presume correctly, Mr Tell.“Fine. I’ve spoken with Angie. I’ve told her to keep her distance.”
“That’s it?” His silence was my answer. I hated this. The thought of her being at his side all day had a pit of anger churning in my stomach. “You still don’t believe me, do you? You told me once that being able to tell when someone was feedingyou bullshit was what made you such a good business man. Why can’t you use those superpowers on her?”
“I have and I do believe you, Lola.” I blinked, surprised. He believed me? “I don’t know what she said exactly, but I know that she riled you on purpose. She’s being possessive. I don’t care for it and have told her as much. The situation is resolved.”
“No it isn’t! You’re hiding something from me, Alfie, I can feel it.” I pressed a hand to my chest, to the part of me that said something wasn’t right.
“I’ve never slept with her, Lola.” I snorted, unable to believe him. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. “Lola O’Connell, I swear that I have never had sex with Angelina Carter.” I looked deep into his eyes.Truth.I saw truth there.
“But you have secrets bound up in her?” Once again, his silence was my answer. “I can’t live with that, Alfie.”
“You can and you will. Angie isn’t your concern. I don’t want to have this conversation again. You will let it go.”
This was massively unfair, but something I was coming to learn about Alfie was that when it came to me, he didn’t give a damn about fair. He cared about power, and he had that in spades, whereas I only had a tiny trowel full of it.
I opened my mouth to argue but just as I did, his fingers traced the hem of my skirt again. He leaned in, pressing his body to mine, shielding me from view as his fingers found my core and stroked me through my underwear. I felt taken over. Everything I’d planned to say, every point I’d planned to argue, went out of my head as soon as he touched me.
“You see, O’Connell?” His fingers slipped inside my underwear and he stroked my wetness. I gripped his arms so I didn’t lose my balance, my knees almost buckling. “Your body knows how to behave for me, how much better things are when it just gives in.” He moved back to my clitoris, teasing it withgentle motions. My legs started to shake and I moaned, burying my face in his shirt.
“No, don’t close your eyes. Look at me.” I looked up, feeling like I was being hypnotised. There were still one or two people around, but to them we just looked like two people embracing. My body was on fire as I fought to stay still, not to cry out as my orgasm inched closer.
“That’s it, Lo. Feel what I do to you? How I control your pleasure? It’s easy, because this,” he sank three fingers inside me, the stretch burned, and I gasped, “this is mine. Your breasts, your thighs, your arse, your cunt, those pretty little sounds you make. It’s all mine.” His thumb on my clitoris sped up a fraction, just enough to bring my orgasm closer but not enough to send me over the edge. He kept me there, torturing me with his touch.
“I own your body, Lola. Want me to prove it to you?” He cocked his head to the side playfully. My orgasm was so close, just out of reach. I bit my lip hard, desperate to stay quiet. His eyes held mine in a trance as he waited for my answer. I managed to nod, barely keeping control of myself.
“Say it.”
“Prove it.” I didn’t know what he was going to do and he held me in limbo a moment longer.
“Come.” My body, my treacherous body came for him, not for me, forhim. He held my jaw in place so I couldn’t look away, couldn’t hide from what he was doing to me. My orgasm racked through my body. It was intense, overwhelming. It almost hurt.
When it was over, I slumped against him, shaking. He held me close, rubbing my back, soothing me.
“I don’t want to hear any more about Angie, understood?”
I nodded reluctantly. This wasn’t right but I couldn’t find a way around it. “But just so you know, you’re setting a precedent for how I deal with men that want me and try to break us apart,” I told him, my voice clear despite the lust still clouding myvision. I looked up. His eyes narrowed in anger, but I was done fighting about it now. Angie wasn’t done with me. I knew that much. I’d just have to wait for it to blow up in Alfie’s beautiful face.
A car horn blared behind us and Alfie scowled at it. “This place is too fucking public. Come.” He took my hand but I dug my heels in.
“I need to go home first. I have to drop those muffins off and I need to change.” His face instantly stilled and I froze. What had he done?
“Changing won’t be necessary. I had a wardrobe sent for you from Harrods.”No. No, he hadn’t.“I know this is hard on your pride but it was inevitable. If you’re going to move in my world then you need a better class of wardrobe, which you cannot afford yourself. I’m not telling you to throw away your other clothes, just to accept the new ones.”
Patience, Lola.I gritted my teeth and took a breath, pulling in my temper. Before I could let him know exactly what I thought of his ‘better class wardrobe’ his phone interrupted us. He pulled it out sharply.
“What?” he snapped and I winced. I knew that tone. I heard a nervous voice babbling down the line but I couldn’t make it out. “Fine. I’m on my way.” He ended the call and turned his attention back to me.
“Change of plan. Go home and get ready. I’ll pick you up in a few hours.” Without waiting for my agreement, he pulled me to him for a kiss before walking me around to the driver’s side of my van.
“You know this wardrobe issue isn’t over. You can’t force me to wear anything. I’ll simply refuse.”
“If you say so, O’Connell.”
I didn’t like the way he said that. “I do say so. Oh, and Keira said to thank you.” I watched his face closely but he didn’t give anything away. “For the decorators…”
“Yes, I’m well aware what for. Are you going to fight me about that too?”