Chasing Her

Chapter 2: Her

♡♡♡Alexander ♡♡♡

I slammed my fist into the guy's face, satisfaction coursing through me as he crumpled to the ground. Fucking piece of shit thought he could cross me and get away with it.

My best friend, Victor, stepped in, taking over the beating. "Finish this, I've got a meeting to get to," I growled, already checking my watch.

"Got it, Alex," Victor replied, his fists flying.

I strode out of the alley, my mind shifting to the real reason I'd wrapped up this mess quickly – Sylvia.

Fucking Sylvia.

I'd been watching her for months, ever since I stumbled upon her dancing at Desire. Those pink, vicious lips, that dark tan skin, the tiny freckles on her face... and that hair – dark, curly, and cascading down her back like a waterfall.

And her body? Fuck. Cupped breasts, curves that begged to be touched, explored.

But it was her eyes that really got me – green, sparkling, and so goddamn lonely. Craving a man's attention, craving mine.

I've been obsessed ever since.

As I arrived at Desire, I spotted Steph, Sylvia's friend, chatting with the bouncer.

"Sylvia performing tonight?" I asked, my tone curt.

The security nodded."Yeah, she's up next."

I nodded, my eyes scanning the club. I had to see her, had to watch her dance.

Sylvia was driving me insane.

I stood at the bar, my eyes locked on Sylvia as she danced. Her body moved like a goddess, hypnotizing me. Every step, every sway, every flick of her wrist had me entranced.

Fucking hell, I wasn't the only one. Other men watched her like hawks, their gazes crawling over her skin. My jaw clenched, possessiveness burning within me.

Just her mere gaze made me hard. I wanted her – badly. I needed to satisfy her need for a man's touch.

Many nights I stalked her home, watching from the shadows. She'd sometimes pleasure herself, her cries echoing through the night air. That would get my cock throbbing, demanding release.

But it wasn't just lust. I respected her strength and admired how she controlled her life. I could tell she was fun to be around, her blushes and shy smiles were captivating.

"Fuck," I muttered, adjusting myself. I needed her.

Sylvia's isolation only fueled my craving. She kept to herself, guarded. I wanted to shatter those walls, claim her.

When the opportunity arose, I'd take it. I'd fuck her hard, make her mine.

For now, I'd bide my time, watching, waiting.

As I waited for my drink to take effect, my phone buzzed. Candice's voice greeted me.

"Hey, Alex. I'm hosting a small modelling gig the day after tomorrow at 10 am. You should come."

"Intrigued," I said, my interest piqued.

"It's at the Downtown Studio," Candice added. "Some fresh faces, and I think you'll enjoy it."

I nodded, mentally noting the invite.

After hanging up, I was approached by a trio of women, their eyes flashing with seduction. "Hey, handsome," one purred.

I dismissed them with a cold glance. "Not interested."

Their faces fell, but I didn't care. Only one woman held my attention.

As I exited the bar, I lit a cigarette, taking a long drag. The nicotine rush calmed my nerves.

That's when I spotted Sylvia walking to her car. Her skirt rose slightly as she walked, revealing a hint of her curves. My cock hardened.

I watched, transfixed, as she drove away.

I slid into my black Mercedes, the leather creaking beneath me.

At home, I poured myself a glass of Jack Daniels, feeling the burn down my throat.

My suit jacket slipped off, revealing a crisp white shirt, black trousers, and a silver tie. I undressed, my eyes locked on the mirror.

In the shower, warm water cascaded down my body. Sylvia invaded my thoughts – her dance, her smile, her curves.

My hand wrapped around my cock, stroking. The image of her fat ass made me lose control. I groaned, releasing myself.

Breathing heavily, I finished my bath.

As I lay in bed, Sylvia's face haunted me. I wished I could hold her, feel her warmth.

My eyes drifted shut, my mind consumed by the beauty who'd captured my heart.

"Soon," I whispered, a promise to myself.

I woke up before dawn, my day already mapped out. Business didn't sleep, and neither did I.

After a quick workout and shower, I dressed in my tailored suit and headed to meet Victor, my best friend and consigliere, for breakfast at Bella Vita.

Over espresso and pancakes, we discussed the latest developments in our... extracurricular activities. The Luciano Mafia had been expanding its reach, and we needed to stay on top.

"That guy, Marco, thought he could cross us?" Victor shook his head. "Fool."

I nodded, recalling the beating I'd given him. "He won't make that mistake again."

Our conversation shifted to Revernance, my legitimate business venture. "The ad campaign for the new sports car is killing it," Victor said, smiling.

Revernance was a powerhouse in advertising, with a lucrative side business selling high-end vehicles. My reputation as a shrewd businessman was unmatched.

Just as we finished breakfast, my phone buzzed. Candice's text flashed on the screen: "Hey, Alex! Don't forget about the modelling gig tomorrow at 10 am."

I smirked, thinking of Sylvia. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough. And I knew she'd be there – I'd been monitoring her phone, keeping tabs on her movements.

My informant had confirmed her participation in the gig. I'd also seen her conversations with Steph, discussing nerves and outfits.

The thought sent a thrill through me. I'd be seeing her soon, watching her walk that catwalk.

Finishing my coffee, I stood up. "Time to get to work."

Victor nodded. "Keep an eye on things, Alex. There's rumblings of discontent within the organization."

I nodded, my expression serious. "I'll take care of it."

With a nod, I left Bella Vita and headed to Revernance's headquarters.

As I walked into my office, my assistant, Rachel, greeted me with a stack of files. "Good morning, Mr. Luciano."

"Morning, Rachel. What's on the agenda?"

"Meetings with potential clients, and a conference call with the marketing team."

I nodded, scanning the files. Time to make some deals.

My mind drifted back to Sylvia, her face etched in my memory. Tomorrow, I'd be closer to making her mine but for now, I had things to take care of.

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Just a side note towards the book.
Alexander or Alex for short 32
Sylvia is 19
(She's not a stripper she just enjoys dancing and was doing Marcus a favour for a while until she decided to discontinue. She writes once in a while mostly about pleasure from a man but never really got into anything serious)

You'll get her backstory little by little.

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