Kingdom of isolation - you can't hide

Forty - Dual POVs

Alexander

Well, this is a nice little surprise. Except, it's not much of a surprise when I already know my little ballerina's whereabouts before she herself knows of it. I know she's been living with her brother in New York since July, has regular sessions with a therapist and an unhealthy obsession with sweet things.

Some people might call this an obsession, the incessant need to know what she's doing at all times. And, I agree. I am obsessed with her. I have every right to be. It's an unwanted necessity so we don't repeat our history.

Aurora looks like she's seen a ghost and for some strange reason, I find that it's amusing. I finally have her all to myself, with no one to disturb us. She walked in here willingly, but only I will allow her to leave.

I could sense her hesitation as she stood outside, phone glued to her ear, shivering like a stray cat in shitty New York weather.

I did enjoy the little show she put on for me, pretending to come into my hotel to see her fiancé, just so she could take some pictures of me with another woman and use it as a form of leverage.

Miss Miller has done her homework, I'll give her that. Attempting to hire a woman I screwed once, years and years ago. It's a shame I've never cared and still don't give a fuck about any of my former encounters for their presence to be detrimental in any capacity.

Aurora should know that other women don't mean anything to me and I'm not going to let her go, even if she begs me to. If she doesn't understand, I'm more than happy to help her. There hasn't been, nor will there ever be, anyone who's captured my attention the way this chaos of a woman has.

It's been a while since I last saw her in person and I'm not disappointed with what I see. Beautiful as she is defiant with her sapphire eyes slightly dilated, flushed rosy cheeks taunting me and lips so plump that I want to sink my teeth into. I smirk, she's a far cry from a stray cat, actually. At least she's keeping the engagement ring on.

Her chestnut hair looks good sprawled out behind her. It'll look even better against my pillows. My fingers tighten around her ankle as I fight the temptation to put her over my shoulder and either throw her across the bed or out of the fucking window.

"I didn't even do anything. Now, let go!" She protests, trying to put some distance between us by moving up on the sofa. Hard for little red riding to do when the wolf has already sunk his teeth in her flesh. I let go of her ankle and watch her shrink back against the sofa. As if that's going to save her from me. She should have known what she was walking into today.

"Maybe a spanking will help you understand how devastated I am about you suspecting me of cheating." I murmur, unbuttoning my cufflinks.

"I-I just wanted to surprise you!" She says quickly, sapphire eyes watching my every movement with nervousness. Good, she should be nervous because I actually am considering doing it. That, or the window. I haven't decided yet.

"Don't come any closer!" She squeaks, the moment I start to move closer. And then, in true Aurora fashion, she tries to fucking flee. Yeah, not happening today.

I wrap my arm around her waist before she can take another step and flip her over until she's pinned down with me on top, groaning at the feel of her body so close to mine. Making sure I'm not putting my entire weight down on her, I lean on my forearm and bury my face into her hair. Soft.

I can't resist touching her and it's been far too long. I brush my nose against her slender neck, breathing in her delicate scent of roses and bad decisions. Fuck, she smells good for an annoying little shit.