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Chapter 27. New York tour

Alexander's p.o.v.
I am trying to control my urges and I know I must treat her with care and not like a horny teenager. I am panting and I try to calm myself down, focusing in her beautiful blue eyes.
"I am sorry. I know we need to take this slow." I say while stroking her lower lip with my thumb.
She is also trying to catch her breath and she pushes her head against my chest. I softly turn it sideways, with her ear attached to my chest, allowing her to feel my heart pounding.
"Look what you did." I tell her feeling shameless about the effect she has on me, instead of trying to hide it.
She takes my hand and places it on her heart.
"Exactly the same thing you did to me."
And I slowly remove her blouse, kissing her softly from the neck down to her chest pushing her bra cup aside with the tip of my nose and finally tasting her velvety nipple. I have craved for her round full breasts, since the moment I laid my eyes on them, when she bent over to fasten my seatbelt.
"I won't be able to stop soon." I warn her.
"Then don't." She tells me and my heart skips a beat.
I lead her to my bedroom, but my lips haven't left hers the whole time.
"Fuck! I can believe I broke my own wrist!" I exhale heavily, feeling frustrated of not being able to touch her and treat her the way I wanted.
To my surprise, she takes over and sits on top of me, torturing me with small slow circular movements, that are driving me insane, kissing me while tickling my lips with the tip of her tongue, nipping my lower lip which makes me even more aroused, when I would swear that wasn't even possible. I lift up my sweater and she helps me get rid of it, being extremely careful not to cause me any pain when she pulls away the sleeve from the hand with the cast. I caress her arm moving towards her face and I reach for her soft but swollen lips, as my unshaven face had irritated them.
"I am sorry" I say, tenderly fondling her lips.
"What for?" She asks, obviously misunderstanding my apology.
"For giving you sore lips, because I didn't shave today." And I see her exhaling in relief.
"Don't be! It's so worth it." She smiles and runs her finger down my cheek. "I haven't kissed anyone for so long and I am a bit too sensitive to the skin in general, so don't blame yourself."
I turn her around laying her down on her back easily, her being as light as a feather and I eagerly kiss her lustrous lips, ignoring my aching hand. I get frustrated that the things I can do to her with a broken wrist are so limited, so I decided it was time to reach for my drawer to get a condom, but that's when she stopped my hand.
"Can we take this a bit slower? I thought I was ready, but I know I'll regret this tomorrow." She tells me in between kisses and I grouch like a child that someone just snatched all the candies from his hands before he got the chance to even taste them.
"Ok," I sigh, "but I need a moment to cool down." I say laying back to my bed's headrest and project my hand to pull her close to me and place her in my arms.
I kiss the top of her head and I gently ran my fingers through her soft hair, while making circles with my index.
I take a big breath in and slowly exhale in satisfaction, although I didn't get to finish what I started. She needs to take this slow and I fully understand and respect that.
"What will you do with that girl?" She casually but obviously awkwardly says, trying to change the subject.
"Nothing! She is not my responsibility, I told my father to handle it himself, since I never agreed to any of that."
"I cannot not feel sorry for her though. She can't be blamed for having an evil father."
"Claire, she is not my responsibility." I repeat a bit more intensely.
"Ok! Can you take me on that city tour you promised me then?"
"I'd love to, but you should know I haven't cooled off yet!" I say with a smile, knowing I am taking this too far.
"Then I will make this easier for you." And she gets up walking away from me, leaving me looking silly, with my lips pursed.
I could easily spend the whole day in that apartment kissing and hugging her, even if that meant blue balls for me, but I was now opening the door for her to sit in my Mercedes SLR McLaren , that no one else was allowed to drive besides me. That was my baby!
I sit behind the wheel and I drive her around the city, showing her many of the main streets and some world known buildings. We end up in Central Park and I adore watching her shine happily and carefree, looking like a completely different person from that strange woman I met at the airport. I was wondering if I was the reason for her light to shine again and as she once pointed out, I think I am addicted on taking care of her and making her smile.
"It's so beautiful here. Just like the movies" she said as she walked besides me. And of course something had to ruin this beautiful moment! Bella was having a run in the park wearing her hot pants, obviously provoking everyone with a heartbeat crossing her way. Even an old lady was admiringly staring at her perfectly sculpted ass.
I am hoping she doesn't spot me, but I am asking for too much. She is already running towards me, smiling widely and when she reaches us she kisses my cheek and greets Claire. It's a good thing we weren't holding hands or anything as neither of us was ready to go public with whatever happened between us only a few moments ago.
"Alex, what happened to you?" She overreacts to my broken wrist looking as if she was casting for a role in a drama film.
"It's nothing, it's just my wrist."
"But you were fine yesterday when you came to my apartment. More than fine I should say!" She says this as cunningly as possible, sure to take the lead in a porno production after all, instead of the drama film.
I kind of lose my words while cursing my luck. I make it obvious to her that I am extremely annoyed and I abruptly say goodbye, walking away, avoiding the possibility of seeing her react in a way that would make me even more upset than I already am, therefore possibly losing my cool.
"Ok! She was quite clear about what you two did when you went over to her apartment yesterday, so I would please ask of you to take me home, as this feels a little too awkward now. I know what happened earlier between us was neither planned nor predicated in any way, so I obviously don't have any expectations and I haven't really thought of what exactly it is we are doing or how this would go from here, but please forgive me for allowing it or even encouraging it. I didn't think I could ever feel anything other than pain or fear, so I welcomed this new feeling maybe a bit too mindlessly."
"Claire, I ..."
"I am not jealous or anything, I promise. It was like a slap in the face from the universe, to wake me up and restore order. What on earth am I doing with you anyway? Or with anyone to be more precise, as I am so not ready for something like this. I couldn't handle my food or sleep up until now, hell I still can't, so it was quite ignorant of me to allow this to happen." She interrupts me.
"Claire, she was nothing but a bootie call and she knows it. But after what happened between us today that's all in the past." I honestly try to explain.
"Just stop! I don't want to know anything about it. Please take me to my apartment as you promised it would be ready by now, or if you have something else to do, I could also take a taxi."
"No, Jesus! I'll take you!"
Fuuuuuuuuck! Why? There are more than eight million people living in this city and we had to come across Bella? Seriously? Indeed the universe had something to do with it. I am paying for all of my sins, that's what this is. Things were unexpectedly going so great with her so far.
"Do you want to drive? My hand is killing me." I say in a pathetic attempt to make her feel for me.
"Sure, just give me the keys."
"You should know that I was the only person behind this wheel so far."
"So, what is that supposed to mean? That you trust me?"
"Well, yes."
"Well you shouldn't!" She says while hitting the gas pedal on the floor.
"Claire slow down! I don't feel comfortable with this speed."
She ignores me and she keeps speeding, while having a scandalous smile on her face, going all 'fast and the furious' on me.
"Is this your way to revenge me?"
"Yes!"
"Ok, enjoy away then! I am even going to pay for all your speeding tickets, I deserve this."
She lifts her leg from the pedal, slowing down.
"I'm sorry, I'm acting like a spoiled little brat. Your hand is still in a cast and I am being reckless and definitely overreacting to whatever that was, since you have every right to do and be with whoever you wish to."
"Well, I kind of like it that you bother so much" I say smiling.
We reach home and I open the door to her apartment, taking her hand in mine and placing the key in her palm. This is yours for as long as you like. She enters and she smiles in content.
"It's beautiful!" She exclaims.
"I had my housekeeper to do some redecorating for you. You will have dry cleaning service and a housemaid once a week and a nutrition package for lunch and dinner at the company's top floor restaurant."
"Alexander, this is too much!"
"No, it's not."
"Do you think we will be able to surpass what happened between us and work together?"
"I know we will." I determinedly say.
I want to say more before I go. I want to tell her to erase Bella from her mind and surrender her lips back to mine! I need them! I need to taste, lick, suck and bite them, all in that specific order. I haven't even started, with the things I want to do to her! The connection was there from the beginning, I just couldn't admit it. My father was right, I would never change my schedule to help a complete stranger. That's not who I am.
"Earth to Alex, earth to Alex!"
"Please don't call me Alex. Only my father calls me Alex and I hate it."
"Not only your father!" She says slightly turning her head to the side, but she wasn't mad at me or something, her tone was somewhat playful.
"It's the first time she called me like that. She was obviously trying to make you jealous, pretending to be too intimate with me, but I swear to you she has always been nothing more than a bootie call to me and I am crystal clear straight with her about that."
I abruptly grab her in my arms, by putting my right arm around her, so she doesn't get away, as she would injure me, had she attempted to.
"Please don't pull yourself away from me! Do you want to know why I went to her, the first place?"
She doesn't reply, but I continue anyway.
"Because of the way you were making me feel. It kind of annoyed me to think about you all the time and I hated being so sensitive with everything that involved you. That's not who I am. I thought that by having sex, I could get it off my system and have better control of myself around you, but it didn't work! I got hard by only looking at your breasts when you reached for my seatbelt. I had a broken wrist and while experiencing excruciating pain all I could think of was how sexy your boobs look."
"Let's get upstairs. I need to get my things." She says, obviously avoiding me.