MY MOON

CHAPTER 33: ALEX

It's been a month since the whole Steve incident. Despite beating the shit out of him and managing to get him back in jail, the anger I felt towards him hasn't subsided. I can't help but feel a surge of pride whenever I think about her standing up to Steve in court, that resounding slap echoing through the room that she gave him. But amidst all the chaos and court appearances, and stress, there's been one thing keeping me both busy and sane: Alya.

Man, she's something else. But it's not just one thing that's got me hooked. It's everything about her. The way she moves with confidence, the sparkle in her eyes when she's passionate about something. Alya is a force of nature, and being with her is like being caught up in a whirlwind of excitement and emotion. And don't even get me started on her soft touch. It's like electricity, igniting every nerve in my body.

And the places we've been together in this month? Let's just say, we've turned every corner of New York into our personal love den. From the balcony to the staircase, the kitchen to her bedroom, my room, her office table, my office cabin, the backseat of her car, on my yatch, a hotel suite and then there was that crazy afternoon in McDonald's, of all places. I never would have imagined doing something like that, but Alya had this mischievous glint in her eye and I couldn't resist. It was exhilarating, thrilling, and utterly unforgettable.

But it's not just about the physical stuff, I mean she is wonderfully great in bed. But It's the way she makes me feel. She makes me feel alive, cherished, and understood. Like I'm on top of the world. She gets me in a way nobody else does. And when we're together, it's like nothing else matters. In her presence, I feel like I can be completely myself, vulnerable yet unafraid.

Alya is more than just amazing; she's extraordinary. She's become the light in my darkest moments, the laughter in my quietest hours. She's my rock, and my favourite adventure all rolled into one. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

"Food is ready," Alya called out from the kitchen.

"Yes, coming," I replied, setting my laptop aside. Alya is an incredible cook. My taste buds have become so accustomed to her delicious Indian dishes over the past month that now, my favourite food is her homemade tandoori chicken.

When I entered the kitchen, Alya was setting the table, nibbling on a piece of chocolate.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Don't eat chocolate just before a meal. It can cause indigestion," I said, my voice laced with concern.

"But how many times do I have to tell you? I can't survive a single day without chocolate," she countered, taking another bite, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Alya, but—" I started to protest.

"Come on, have a bite," she said, extending her hand towards me, the chocolate smudged across her lips like a decadent promise.

"Are you sure?" I asked, stepping closer, my voice dropping to a low, husky murmur, filled with intent.

"Yeah, I don't mind sharing," she replied, she looked so cute and naïve in that moment.

In an instant, I closed the distance between us, my hand gripping her waist firmly. Instead of taking the chocolate from her hand, I leaned in, my lips brushing against hers. I didn't just kiss her—I devoured her, licking the chocolate from her lips, tasting the sweetness mingled with the heat of her breath. Her eyes widened in surprise, her body tensing before melting into the sensation.

I pulled back slightly, my lips tingling from the taste of her. "Delicious," I murmured, my voice rough with desire.

"Alex!" she gasped, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. She pushed me away lightly, her surprise mingling with shy excitement.