Love's lawyer

Chapter 9

A/N: Hey guys, I just wanted to say thank you for all the reads, comments and kudos you left me. (Above is a picture of Alan's kitchen of the flat he owned in London)

I climbed back inside the car, buckling my seatbelt. He gave the instruction to the driver and asked him to raise the partition between us. As soon as it had completely closed, Alan lurched at me and kissed me deeply, pulling me to him as if he wanted to get closer than we already were. We snogged for a good twenty minutes before having to break our embrace to collect ourselves a little and get some air.

It had been at least two years since anyone had kissed me like that. My ex, Steven cheated on me, but Alan's kisses were completely different. When Steven would plunder my mouth and take the lead in the kiss, Alan would coax me into submission before himself submitting to me and letting me take the lead. When Steven would roam my body with his hands sloppily, Alan would cup the back of my head with his large hand before intertwining the tips of his fingers in my mane of hair.

We sat like that in peaceful silent, facing each other, the only sound surrounding us, being the one of our breathing and the continuous sound of the car being driven on the road. He kept my hand in his own, absentmindedly stroking it with his thumb.

Soon afterward, the car came to a halt. The driver knocked politely on the partition, breaking the reverie into which the two of us were. We got out of the car and Alan asked the driver to park it before taking my hand and guiding me towards one of the flats adorning the street. He took his key out of his pocket and opened the gate that leads to one of the flats. He then opened the front door and let me enter inside.

Now, we were both standing in the entryway of his flat. He took my hand and led me through to the kitchen. It was a long kitchen fully supplied with state-of-the-art technology. He pulled a chair from underneath a small round table and I sat down on it. I watched him as he took two glasses and placed them on the table in front of us.

"Wait a minute Rose, I'll just go and fetch a bottle. What do you prefer? Red? White? Rosé?" He asked, opening a closet and looking inside of it.

"I don't mind really, but I have to tell you that I rather prefer white wines," I answered.

"White it is then," he declared, looking through the cupboard and taking out a bottle.

He came back to me and opened a drawer, producing a corkscrew from it. He opened the bottle served himself a little of the wine and tasted it before serving me and finishing serving his glass.

"To our success and to this evening." He said raising his glass and looking at me straight in the eyes.

We both took a sip of our glasses and I couldn't stop but to look around us, the kitchen was extremely modern. It was a long kitchen with polished wooden counters on each side, the appliance was made out of polished chrome and ready to be used. The windows opened up onto a small garden lit by many lamps.

"Your place is really lovely Alan," I whispered as I looked for the smallest details, committing them to my memory.

"I'm glad you like it, unfortunately, I won't be able to stay here long, I have to find a place of my own in a week and move out, Alix is staying here and asked me to move out so the kids could stay there." He sighed, finishing his glass of wine.

"I'm truly sorry for that Alan, have you found something for the moment?"

"Not really, I mean, I have to stay here in London for the children, maybe next to the West End theaters as I am going to need to accept a play or two to pay the alimony for my children, and would like to spend the less money possible for transportation."

"Well, I could help you tomorrow..." I said, but before I had the time to add anything else, Alan stood up, pulled me up from my chair and kissed me passionately.

"I would love that... Rose. Thank you so much for everything." He answered, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.

We stayed like that for a short moment, both of us panting, losing ourselves in each other gaze, before resuming our kiss. This time it was needier, and as soon as it started, he began threading his fingers in my hairs, cupping the back of my head in his large hands and massaging it slightly. I groaned as he pressed his lips against my neck and suckled slightly.

"So sweet," he murmured, going down my neck, pampering it with light kisses. "Rose, do you want this?" he asked, pausing slightly as he reached my shoulder.

"Yes, please Alan, I need you," I moaned.

He looked at me with eyes so full of passion I thought I would combust myself right here and now before unzipping my dress and taking the sleeves off. I thought he was going to become completely mad when he discovered that I had omitted to wear a bra. Without missing a beat, he began to latch at my breast, making me arch into him.

"Alan, stop torturing me, I beg you..." I pleaded as the feeling of his ministrations.

He let go off of my breast with a small groan showing me how unhappy he was, before lifting me from my chair and placing both of his hands underneath my bum, carrying me as if I was weightless. He carried me into the lobby where we had entered before going left to a staircase. We got down the stairs and he opened a door on the left: it was a small comfortable looking reception room. I didn't have the time to take in the details of the room as he continued carrying me. We went passed a semi-empty walk-in closet before he opened the door of what seemed to be his bedroom. As soon as he had closed the door, he pinned me to it and resumed kissing me.