My Posh idiot (BOOK 2)

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Iman Harriott ~

He was fucking growling, with each thrust he had in him. He was so wild- I like that he was like that.

My body was so weak- so frail that whenever I tried to rest my hand on the headboard for some type of support, it would just fall.

It was earth shattering- really. And to think I was about to give up not being able to feel his dick inside me anymore. I don't think I'd be able to stop this. I don't think he can either.

It was very telling in the look in his eyes this time round. Alistair wanted me to look in his eyes each time he thrusted into me. Thank god for a condom or I would've second guessed letting him inpregnant me. Nah I'm playing. I would've been at the pharmacy so quick.

Alistair had one hand gripping onto the edge of the headboard, while the other one gripped the sheets beside where my head was. I straddled his muscular chest, feeling as he tensed when my hand would go up and down in motion. My hands snaked around his waist, then up to his broad back, due to his thrusting leading to my release. I was scratching onto his back- sinking my nails into him in fact.

Alistair growled, bringing the hand that once gripped the sheets, to my hair. I felt the tension with his hand gripping my hair but not too tight that it was hurting me or tough enough to pull it out. I mean in all honesty, I was causing pain to his back. So we'll both be in pleasure and pain while he fucks me into an oblivion.

"F-fuck!" Alistair blurted out

"D-do y-you like it when I-i s-scratch your back l-like t-hat" I spoke in between my moans

"Are you trying to seek dominance?" He smirked

"Maybe I am- fuck!" My whole body arched

The hand that was once in tangled in my hair, was now caressing my slender neck and my hardened nipples. Alistair took his time caressing my body with his single hand before he became very rough with me again, wrapping the hand around my neck.

"You should do it more often- it turns me on..." was the last thing he said to me, as he focused on both on our releases

...

We went a couple more rounds after that. We were passed out on the bed, trying to catch our breaths. I was looking up at the ceiling as if I saw stars. I felt safe, being in a bed next to him. It didn't feel wrong at that point.

"What's on your mind Iman?" Alistair softly asked me

"Oh nothing..." I lied, as my eyes looked up from him

"I know you are lying to me" he chuckled, shuffling himself to spoon me

"I just don't want to ruin this moment by talking about deep shit" I simply said

"Iman, venting about something that is heavily on your mind is not going to ruin the mood. It will only set you free of your worries and keep you from suppressing your feelings further more" Alistair stated

It's giving Dr Rashid

"It's giving therapist- I wish you were my therapist..." I pouted childishly

"Oh really-" Alistair cocked his brow "- What's wrong with Dr Rashid?"

"There's nothing wrong with Dr Rashid...I just get to spend a little more time with you..." I whistled

"Hmm..." he hummed, making me slightly regret what I just said as he didn't elaborate on his response

"So do you think I'd be able to forgive Harry?" I spoke again, to take away the awkwardness I just felt

"Why would you want to forgive him Iman?" Alistair asked in a confused tone

"I mean I forgave you"

I forgave you so much that I allowed you to sleep with me again while I'm catching feelings.

"Touché..."

"To be honest, I had the same reaction as well. I couldn't imagine myself forgiving a monster like him, but Dr Rashid suggested it as a way of healing" I explained

"Do you see yourself forgiving Harry?" Alistair asked

"I don't even know. Like I can't even stomach the events to my therapist without having a panic attack. Dr Rashid did mention other methods of healing and I have been doing some research, just to make my life easier..."

"Does that explain the video you were watching earlier?" Alistair wondered

"Yes- I did find it very interesting and inspiring. In a way it made me feel less bad about having a hard time processing my trauma. Like I'd feel ashamed that I'm in my thirties and haven't healed as yet, but there were women on there that expressed how their trauma still affected them into adulthood. It made me feel seen..." I expressed, feeling Alistair hug me very tightly

I wish I can stay in his hold forever, but that won't happen. It feels right and knowing it's not I wish he didn't have to leave me to go back to his wife. For the first time in my life, I feel somewhat jealous and threatened by a woman's presence, as I am not the only one. Never in my life had I ever had to wonder if a man I liked, liked me back.

There's a huge possibility that no matter the outcome, Alistair will go back to his wife. Alistair is not even clear with me on how he feels. He's clear with me when it comes to sex but feelings wise, I can't tell if it's more. I don't even know if he can tell with me that it's more.

"I am glad to hear that..." Alistair stated "...I don't ever want you to feel that you are alone..."

"Do you really mean that Alistair?" I asked him, looking into his eyes

"Of course I do..."

We got lost in each other's eyes...soon at each other's lips as he went in to kiss me. It wasn't even a "I can't wait to fuck you" type kiss, it was a "I don't ever want to leave you" type of kiss. It was passionate, sweet and loving almost. Before we could go in any deeper, Alistair's phone started to go off like crazy. He broke away from me as I knew it was Alana calling his phone. I felt myself drowning into that sad feeling again, knowing Alistair actually wasn't ever going to be mine again. I didn't even pay attention to him when he answered. I shoved myself from him so quickly.

So much for telling me he didn't want me to feel alone...

I zoned out his wife's draining voice, waiting for it to end.

"Iman what are you doing this Saturday?" A strange question uttered out from Alistair's mouth

"Huh?..." I focused on Alistair so quickly

"What are you doing this Saturday- I hope Mitropoulos hasn't taken that day as I want to spend it with you..." he chuckled, putting his shirt back on

Oh shit I forgot about him...

"No I don't have any plans..." was all I said

"Even if you did, I would've told you to cancel anyways. Wear something red and send me a recipe that you want me to cook for you" A smirk formed on my face

As much as I wanted to, I couldn't. I was mentally kicking and squirming like a little school girl over her crush.

"Okay...whatever you say Ryle..."

"Okay, see you then Harriott" he went over to kiss my forehead

"Oh shit let me get dressed so I can let you out" I hoped out of the bed, scavenging for clothing

Next update will be on Thursday with two chapters!!!