Love Over Blood

Chapter Four: In Which She Wants Her Xander Back

"And to you Ariel."

My stomach lurched when he uttered those words. I would have rather him scream at me than say my name. But why did he react to that extreme? He's always been overbearing when guys were around me, and because of our closeness guys kept their distance.

I'm twenty one, had one boyfriend who dumped me with no reason before the senior social, and I rarely dated. And by rarely I mean never. And that's because Xander never thought they weren't good enough. It was frustrating, he had a new play thing every week, blondes and redheads his favourites. The girls would sneer and be overly touchy, and try to state their claim, hoping to be his only one. But in the end I was his only constant.

Benjamin continued to consume alcohol as if it was running out. Shots of tequila slammers, Jäger Bombs, Sex on the Beach, mixed with scotch. In the end he was being overly obnoxious and it was time to leave before things escalated. The security guards helped me carry him to the car, where he slunk down in the seat. I dropped Benjamin off at the house after we left the bar. Trying to get him inside was a challenge, I carried him under my shoulder.

"Babe I need that sweet mouth of yours." He slurred swaying, and undid his buckle.

I escaped his clutches as he clumsily drops, and passes out on the sofa. I need to see Alexander, we can't leave the night like this, and he's upset. As soon as the bomb was dropped Xander left.

Except he's now Alexander.

I swap the Mercedes for my Lexus and scoop Alexander's keys of the bench. I dial his mobile, but it goes straight to voicemail.

"Hey this is Alexander, you know what to do."

After four times I give up, and drive to his apartment. The closer I get the more nervous I am. All I want to do is wait for him and give him the keys.

My feet are killing me in these heels, I slip them off and hold them in my hands. Knowing how stubborn he is he would have broken down the door to get in rather than go back to Benjamin's house.

I swear you would have thought jail would have straightened him up and he would have learnt his lesson. Alcohol and anger equates to severe consequences in Alexander's case.

The door is ajar when I reach the apartment and I hesitate whether to enter or not. What if he's getting robbed? He might not think he owns expensive things but his furniture and accessories speak otherwise. I drop his keys on the table, sucking up my courage as I go against my gut and proceed forward.

Noises are coming from the bedroom, or more specifically voices. Or a collection of voices making distinct noises. I followed the trail, hoping it isn't what I think it is. The logical part of my brain has lost all common sense, I raise my hand to knock on the door, but stop mid-way when I see a busty, naked blonde enter the bedroom from the ensuite.

She slinked over, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. I turn to leave when Alexander enters my peripheral vision. I'm frozen to the spot, he's completely naked, his toned abs having long, hot pink nails run down. He rests his head against his arms, the girl sitting on top, then she moves higher, and higher, and...

What the hell??

The blonde girl who I just realised is Candice has her legs spread wide open, and sitting atop Alexander's face. His hands grip her thighs, her hands flat against his black leather bed head. Her hips gyrate, her load moans filling the room.