Page 4 of Amour Fou (Deepest Desires #2)

P ressing the pads of my tattooed fingers against the joystick in front of my laptop, I zoom in slightly, watching her walk down the hallway. Fingers cresting the ornate wood panelling carved into the walls throughout this gothic style manor.

Red hair mimicking the billowing tones of a forest fire as it sways against her back with each step she takes.

And those eyes, Jesus Christ, those fucking eyes of hers.

The moment I saw them, I couldn’t breathe.

I was sucked into her aura before I even heard her name.

Everything went dark; her being the only thing in my eyeline.

Beautiful alabaster skin merging with my darker complexion when she shook my hand.

I’m not a believer in that fairytale, love at first sight shit, believe me, but when I clasped her hand in mine and she spoke, it set something off in me.

The sensation zipping all the way to the thick muscle dangling between my legs, turning it rock solid with a few words from that gorgeous mouth of hers.

My eyes continue to roam the length of her curvaceous figure through the CCTV, and fuck , if the desperation to touch her isn’t filling me to the brim with need.

I can’t stop watching the way she moves through each camera.

Alyssa is fucking sensational, and it’s been a long time since I’ve been this bothered by a woman.

I must’ve been so into my own thoughts that the sound of Xaden crashing through the door makes me jump.

“You motherfucker! ”

“Wait!” Xaden shouts, trying to diffuse the situation, but the shit-eating grin on his face tells me different—that he’s enjoying this just as much as I am right now. I swirl around in my chair, narrowly moving out the way before Xaden’s lower back crashes against my desk.

Crossing my legs at the ankles, I weave my fingers together, resting them comfortably in my lap. I told this little asshole not to play games when Deck and Cairo are fucking, and like the petulant child he is, he ignored my words of warning entirely.

“Just… calm down,” Xaden laughs. “It was just a joke, let it go.”

“Calm down!?” Deck bellows. “Let it go?!” He lunges towards Xaden, but he quickly moves to the right. “You burst in on me fucking my future wife and you think I’m going to let it go?”

He steps forward, lunging for a laughing Xaden a second time.

As my friend twists his body out the way, Deck’s hands crash into the keypad, knocking a few items from my desk, but I don’t care.

There’s nothing like seeing Deck angry, and it’s even sweeter when he’s trying to smack the shit out of my best friend.

Holding up his hands, Xaden smirks. “Maybe if you fucked her in a bed like a normal person, then—” Xaden stops talking immediately, his eyes focused on the laptop screen resting on my desk. “Uh, care to explain that?” He smirks, jutting his chin before turning to face me.

“Explain what?” Deck asks, before looking to where Xaden is pointing behind him, distracting him from trying to beat the ever-loving shit out of him for the third time this week.

“Why is Alyssa on the screen?” Xaden asks, and my eyes widen at the realisation that I forgot to close it. “Were you beating your meat?” Xaden wiggles his eyebrows.

“No,” I snap, standing from the chair and moving to where he stands, slamming the laptop closed .

“Were you planning to?” Deck joins in with a smile, crossing his arms over his chest. Completely forgetting that he was just about to murder Xaden. “Did we interrupt you having some private time with Alyssa and baby Zeke?”

Rolling my eyes, I mutter, “Here we go,” I pull the leads from the laptop and snatch it from the desk. “I was just keeping an eye on her.”

“Hmm.” Xaden leans in slightly, sniffing me like a dog. Grimacing, I step back from him.

“What?” I screw my face up and press my hand to his shoulder, moving him back with a little more force than usual.

“Oh nothing, I just smell a huge amount of bullshit.” Smirking, he steps back, standing beside Deck again.

“If you’re planning on fucking her, you know—”

“Deck,” I halt him, holding my finger up. “I think you’re getting me confused with Xaden who likes to fuck anything that walks.”

“Hey!” Xaden exclaims, placing his hands on his hips. “I take offence to that.”

“I know the rules, unlike him.” I nod towards Xaden, my eyes still focused on Deck.

“Remember that girl he fucked last year and she—”

“Vomited all over him.” I grimace, remembering how he walked into the office covered in what I initially thought was green slime. “Yeah, I still remember the smell. I never did get that out of my clothes, and it wasn’t even me she puked on.”

Screwing up his face, Deck turns to face Xaden. “Didn’t you fuck her the night after, too?”

“First of all, I don’t fuck anything that walks.

Secondly, I didn’t get to finish. And contrary to the popular belief that most men like it, unconscious and drunken women aren’t my thing.

” The memories must flood his mind too, because the light shiver that runs over his body makes him hug himself a little tighter.

“Anyway,” he continues, pointing in my direction.

“This isn’t about me, fucker, this about the fact that we caught you red-handed stroking the pipe like a needy little boy. ”

“I wasn’t stroking the fucking pipe,” I groan, knowing neither of them are listening.

Patting Xaden’s shoulder, Deck smiles broadly. “If you need any help, X here can help you with that.”

“Yeah, I can… wait, bro what the fuck!” Shoving Deckard away, he looks back at me and points directly in my face. “Don’t get any ideas about asking me to relieve you.”

I step a little closer. “If I was ever going to let you touch my cock… you’d be begging for it first, but I wasn’t fucking jacking off, asshole.”

Pointing between us, he smirks. “So what’s with the tent.”

Looking down, I realise I am in fact hard as fuck. Shifting the laptop, I pull it down, covering myself just as Deck and Xaden begin cackling like two mischievous women.

“Go fuck yourselves, both of you,” I grumble, shoulder checking Xaden as I push between them, heading towards the door.

“Oh, come on, we can double-team her,” Xaden calls.

I stop at the door and turn back with a dirty smile. “Hey, Deck, Xaden said he wanted to join you and Cairo in the office next time to raw dog her over the desk.”

“Whoa! No, I fucking didn’t!”

I watch as Deck slowly turns his head towards Xaden, a murderous look on his face.

“Deck, he’s fucking lying… I just said a threesome wouldn’t go amiss!”

Deckard grabs him into a headlock, both of them beginning to fight like children. “You son of a bitch!”

I thought a ten-kilometre run would help relax me…

it hasn’t. I haven’t been able to get the girl out of my head and it’s frustrating to say the least. Slowing my pace, I finally come to a stop outside the doors of the pool house and pull off my headphones, tossing them onto one of the loungers closest to me as I walk inside.

Balancing on one foot, I tug my trainers off one at a time, followed by my socks, shorts, and t-shirt.

The tiles cool the soles of my feet before I walk down the steps of the pool and directly into the cold water. Dunking my entire body under, I sit there for a moment and let the icy feeling wash over me. My muscles, mind, and body relaxing.

After a few short seconds I break the surface of the water, running my hands over my face and brushing the hair from my forehead. When I open my eyes, I see the woman who has been occupying my mind this entire day, sitting at the edge, legs dangling over the side.

“Hey.” A brief smile crosses her face. She leans back on one hand, the black chiffon of her swim shirt falling open, exposing her midriff to me.

My eyes momentarily flick down to roam the toned golden skin of her perfect body, and when I lift them to look back at her, she smiles around the glass of wine in her hand, raising an eyebrow at me.

Alyssa takes a sip of her red wine, then finally settles the glass beside her. Her long legs gently dancing through the water, creating ripples that travel towards me.

“Can I get in or… is this a one-person pool.”

This is a bad idea… I need to leave. But do I? No… instead, I simply say, “Do what you want.” Before my brain can stop me .

Standing from her seated position, I watch Alyssa shed her top, walking to the lounger and resting it on the arm of the seat before making her way back to the pool. Her toes curl over the ceramic edge and she dives in, piercing the water with perfect form.

I don’t move from my position, even when she crests the surface of the water, her long red hair slicked back with beads of water scaling over her face, before she runs her fingers over her eyes.

When she opens them, and I stare into the bright azure colour of her iris’s, I’m frozen on the spot, because this woman… is fucking breathtaking.

“Fuck, the water is cold.” Her perfect giggle bouncing off the walls and echoing around me.

I glide my arms back and forth through the water—not that I need to, I’m tall enough where I don’t need to tread it. I just need something to do with my hands and arms, so I don’t reach out for her.

“Do you not like me?” She steps closer.

“I don’t know you enough to form an opinion.”

“I don’t know you enough to—” She mimics me with an exaggerated version of my voice, screwing her face up and groaning. “That’s how you get to know someone, y’know, by talking.”

I nod once. “I never would’ve guessed that, Alyssa.”

“Oh, he makes a joke.”

“What do you want, exactly?”

“I don’t know, some fun. Would that be so bad?”