Rise (Alfie Solomons)

Chapter 11

Being back in London only made her feel even more concerned for her mother. However, it gave her a sense of relief being away from all the drama back home. She felt at peace now. Her only worries were planning her wedding and moving her things into Alfie's house.

Slowly but surely, she would get her belonging into his mansion. She wasn't in a rush at all. She knew the faster she moved her bags in, the more temptation there would be to stay there, thus, leading to sex.

It's not that she didn't find him attractive. She did. Every time she saw him, her body ached for him. If he were sitting at his desk working, she would eye him up like candy, and she was a child. If he were yelling at his men like a drill sergeant, she would become captivated by his every word. Inside, she wished he would command her around like that. How irresistible he'd be if he did.

There was a particular day she found Alfie quite fetching. On a Wednesday, he had hired about a two dozen new men for baking, protection, and whatnot. They had just come in that morning, and he was yet to tell them the rules.

Shirley was busy getting all the paperwork ready they would need to fill it out; she was scrambling all about the place. Going from this drawer to the next, and then across the hall and back. They had come in so suddenly. Alfie had only planned it the day prior.

At the time, she was irritated with him for not letting her know sooner. At least if he gave her a call, she could have got a few of the documents typed up while she was at home. She had a typewriter there, and it wasn't all that difficult, just long and tedious.

The next day, Shirley was typing up the required documents when she got up to get a new ink ribbon. A hand came down hard against her bottom and squeezed. She let out a fearful yelp and jumped away. A man was standing there amused, eying her up like his next meal.

Alfie must have seen and pushed him against a wall, beating his back and head in with a tire iron. She was horrified but flattered and oddly attracted to him at the moment.

"Alfie, stop! You'll kill him," she yelled, trying to hold his arm back from hitting him.

Alfie grabbed the man by the back of the neck, forcing him back up to his feet. He was barely conscious.

"You take a good look at her finger, yeah? Do you see that ring? That fucking rock sitting right on top of her finger. That's mine. I put it there. Could a fucking gyppo like you afford a stone like that without stealing it? I bet you couldn't." Alfie fumed with anger in the man's face. "So next time this young lady is out here, and I see your eyes even flicker anywhere in her general fucking direction, I'll kill you, and I'll make it look like it was a fucking accident."

Alfie stopped but only for a moment.

"Ollie, take Shirley back to me office. She don't need to see the rest of this."

"Come on, Miss Shirley." Ollie placed his hand around her arm lightly and pulled her.

Ollie pulled Shirley into Alfie's office and left her there, going back to work with Alfie. She paced around the room for nearly an hour before Alfie had the nerve to show back up. She was grateful he would protect her like that, but she hated violence. She had enough of it back in New York and came here to get away from it.

"Baby, you really can't do things like that." She scolded him as he came through the door.

"Those men have to learn who the boss is, love. What I say fucking goes. If I say they can't breathe in your general direction, and they don't like it, then they can trot on. Goodbye."

"You didn't have to hit him as hard as you did. I think you went a little overboard."

"Women don't understand the wicked way of a man's world," he said as he sat down in his chair. Shirley walked over to him and crouched by his side, holding his hand in hers.

"Maybe I don't, but I could try," she said gently. Alfie smirked at her response.

"That's what I love about you, Shirley. Even if you don't know, you still try."

She smiled and kissed his lips, pulling him by his collar into her face. Alfie picked her up by her bottom and sat her on his desk. He started to take control by kissing her more passionately and then down her neck until he finally came to her breasts. He pulled open her blouse, unable to control himself around her. The top of her breasts and bra now entirely out in the open for him to see. She pulled away, not wanting it to go any further.

"I'm sorry." she gasped and apologized for teasing him, covering herself back up.

Alfie grunted in annoyance and sat back down on his chair, adjusting himself. The tent in his pants was visibly growing, and she felt terrible for causing it and not being able to do anything to help him.

"'s alright, love." he groaned."Wouldn't be the first time you gave my cock a freight like that, you know."

"I don't understand." she inquired.

"A while back, when you were changing in that back room right there, I took a few peaks at ya."

"Alfie!" she scolded him. "Waiting until marriage makes it special, you know."

"I know, love, but what an exquisite thing of beauty you are. I was like a starving man, and you were a juicy steak sitting there waiting lap me to snatch you up." he said and pulled her over onto his lap, taking a whiff of her perfume.

She couldn't be mad at him. After all, they were to be married soon, and a wife should respect her husband.

"I don't mean to tease you, Alfie."

"I know, love. You're just gorgeous, can't help it."

She giggled and wrapped her arms around him and laying her head in the crook of his neck. He was so solid and sturdy, balancing her completely. She never wanted to leave this position, wishing to hold onto him forever. While there, she played with his bread, letting the coarse hair slide through her smooth fingers.

"Sweetie," he whispered gently in her ear. "If you don't want me to bend you over this desk right here, I suggest you find somewhere other than my cock to sit on."

Shirley hopped off his lap quickly, blushing from ear to ear. She mumbled an apology and went back to work.

Alfie chuckled at her bashful response. She was so innocent, never touched before, and that idea sent blood rushing back to his manhood. He stared at her as she pranced around the room, grabbing papers from shelves, reaching for high objects, and his favorite, bending over to pick things up.

She was a gorgeous temptress, and if he didn't get her out of his sight, he might do something he'd regret. He excused himself, but not before he could ask Shirley something.

"Are you busy tonight?"

"No, why?"

"I'd like to take you somewhere."

"Are you asking me on a date?" she inquired, smirking at him.

"Yeah, I guess I am."

"Then, yes, I'd love to."

Alfie smiled, tipping his hat to her and walking out the door, leaving Shirley in his office, blushing like a tomato.