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Chapter 28. This feels right

Claire's p.o.v.
I follow him upstairs to his apartment. I am so grateful for everything that was going on in my life at the moment, although I have to admit I did get a little jealous seeing Bella and how she acted being around him. Was she even for real? Her body was simply perfect and the word beautiful, doesn't do her justice. I do believe him, about everything though. He indeed did treat her like a sex friend, who has no rights, making it sure it was obvious to me by the way he talked to her. Why girls would tolerate this will always remain a mystery to me. Why settle for scraps, when she could surely have the whole steak?
He turns the key to unlock his apartment's door and it's already open.
"Great! Dad?"
His father doesn't answer, but a Chinese young girl shortly appears from the other guest room, next to the one I slept in last night and I have a pretty good idea of who that is.
"Hello Mr Anderson. I am Miss Mingmei Yang, it's very nice to meet you." Her hands are holding each other, stretched in front of her body and she is looking down.
"Who brought you here?" Alexander asks her, not hiding his anger.
"Your father did sir. He told me this is where I would live. He says it's important to make the wedding look real."
"So you know about your father's proposal and you are fine with it? I mean, really it doesn't bother you at all?"
"I came to this world because of my father and mother, so I will obey to anything they ask of me, as I owe them my whole existence."
"You have been brainwashed and it's a shame. You are too young to marry anyone and besides, shouldn't you be in school instead?"
"I just graduated school in honors. I am planning to study to be a doctor if that's ok with you. I have already filled my application for Yeshiva university and I am awaiting for their response. I want you to be proud of me."
"Listen, Mingmei. It's nice to meet you, but I didn't agree to your father's business proposal. I can't marry you, even if it's going to be a fake marriage, for business purposes only."
"But it was your father's proposal not mine. My father was very skeptical at first and he only changed his mind because your father told him that you would surely be fond of me and take care of me, he even hopes you will indeed be a good husband for me and maybe eventually, we would even fall in love. Of course, I don't agree to that last part, but that doesn't matter."
"No one can force love on anyone, just because it's good for business. Look, this is not happening and you should have your story straight. I promise you, I could never fall in love with you. You are just a child! And get this right, it was Mr. Yang that proposed this directly to me. My father had nothing to do with it."
"I assure you I am not a child and I surely don't expect anything from this marriage. When the right time comes, we could get a divorce and do as we please with our lives."
He looks very frustrated and to be honest I can't believe the nerve this girl has. She is like a robot, programmed to serve and succeed.
"Are you his girlfriend?" She asks me.
Both me and Alexander answer at the same time saying no and yes.
"So which is it?"
"Yes, she is!" He says in much determination.
I am thinking this is his way to get rid of her, so I play along, by not saying anything.
"Don't worry. You are entitled to have other partners, as this will be only a white marriage and I understand you have needs, but I assure you I will not. I am saving myself for the man I will truly fall in love with one day."
"Well, I really don't care, because this isn't happening anyway. You can stay here tonight as it's already quite late, but tomorrow you will have to go to a hotel. I will pay for it of course and you can choose any hotel you like."
"Mr. Alexander, my father will be very displeased with you. Since you have a spare room, please allow me to stay here, until we all figure this out and now if you excuse me, I am jet-lagged and I would like to get some rest." And by saying that, she leaves the room.
Alexander punches the wall with his left hand out of frustration. I gently take his hand in mine and turn him to face me.
"Don't break this one as well. Do you want to help me take my things down please?"
He grabs my heavy black luggage, that he paid for and I follow him with everything else. I hate seeing him like this. He really was in a very difficult situation, involving other people's lives.
When we enter the apartment, I put everything down and I tell him to follow me, leading him to the bedroom.
"Let's finish what we started." And by that, I take my blouse off and invite him to come closer, surprising even myself with the way I am acting.
His eyes open wide from the surprise as well. He grabs me from the waist and starts kissing me passionately but slowly in a very sensual way. I do know what I am doing, I am thinking to myself to convince my logic that I am aware of what's happening. It doesn't take much convincing though, because his wet kisses, all over my body while undressing me, are pretty persuasive. I wanted this since morning and I failed terribly at the effort to resist it.
Standing in front of me, so close as if our bodies were glued together, he blocks everything else in the room. I can only focus in his mesmerizing eyes and get lost swimming in them. Is this really happening to me, or is it all a dream?
"I want you so bad it hurts." He says in the sexiest voice, our lips touching at every word, as if there is a magnetic pull between us.
"This time, I am not going to stop." He warns me, while hungrily kissing my neck, heading downward toward my most sensitive area, leaving traces of his wet kisses along the way, causing goosebumps all over my skin.
I am still standing and I feel my feet shaking, not sure I can bare the intensity of this sensation, without collapsing on the floor. It's been too long! I shamelessly welcome everything he does to me, unable to do otherwise even if I wanted to, but I don't. I desire his touch so much that every time he takes a second to examine my reaction seeking for approval to continue I complain in despair at the loss of contact. He then proceeds eating me hungrily with even more intensity than before, pleasuring me in a way I finally start losing my balance while sweet moans of pleasure escape my lips.
He abruptly picks me up with one hand throwing me over his shoulder causing me a loud scream followed by laughter and takes me to bed.
"I could eat you up all night! You taste so good."
I am still shy with him, so I don't say much, allowing my body to react in response to whatever it is he is doing to me. The sounds I make even surprise me, but are definitely rewarding his efforts, encouraging him to go on.
It's been too long and I thought I would never again want this, but I do. Desperately! Right there I become his and he becomes mine. Our bodies connect in a way I have never felt before, as if they were electrically charged and their coexistence is producing a source of unbelievable pleasure and satisfaction. Our connection was out of this world, saying all the things that words could never explain. Hands touching in sync and all our movements were mingled together as if we were performing a well thought of choreography.
It wasn't just sex, as I originally thought I was after. Everything was laced with emotion and I know it's not just sex for him either. He is making love to me, enjoying every inch of my body in such a euphoric way that I keep reminding myself this is not a dream. But if it was, I didn't want to wake up from it.
"You are finally mine." He possessively growls through his teeth while escalating his movements, driving me closer to my high. The sensation is undescribable and for me quite unbelievable. I kept thinking that this can't be really happening. Not to me...
I feel he is close because he became slower, harder and his movements were just driving me crazy, causing me that pre orgasm feeling for so long, that I've eventually lost control over my muscles, trembling under his divine body, almost suffering from too much pleasure.
"I can't take this much longer, this is too much" he said, picking up the pace and sending me to the moon, along with him.
We both climax at the same time, me first dragging him along in a synchronized explosion. We remain still for a while, to catch our breath and land back to earth, but my mind was left up there on the clouds. If he is like this in bed with a broken hand, I wonder how he will be, with both hands available.
I kept thinking I would wake up from this dream any minute now, but my sore muscles were a solid proof that this was really happening. How could this be true?
I was in bed with a man that I had never even hoped for and of all the beautiful undamaged women surrounding him, he wanted ME. I am sure that, with those sweet tasting lustrous lips, angelic eyes, and the body of god Ares himself he could basically have any woman he liked.
Although he was smart, funny, gorgeous looking, with a smoking hot body and ridiculously rich, he chose me. A broken woman, that was carrying too much baggage from her past, haunted by a ghost and had a big hole in her heart, that nothing could ever fill it. He wanted me and accepted who I was along with how fragile and unstable I could be. Or is it all just wishful thinking and all he wanted was just to have some fun?
"I am going to take a shower." I tell him while getting up in an effort to shake away the darkness that was always taking the form of a black dressed female demon in my head, approaching me, putting her hands around me in an effort to consume me. No! I won't let her win this time. I am so happy right now and I will hold on to the moment, pushing away all the negative thoughts that bitch is throwing at me.
Yes. A bitch! That's what she is now as I am making a new image of her. She has transformed into an angry black doberman, growling at me, showing me her sharp teeth. I am not afraid of you. I have too much light in me right now, so you can go and fuck off, as light is what scares you away, isn't it? You hate seeing me happy, but it's true! I am so hopelessly happy that I don't care about anything at the moment. So I shine her away and she cannot but oblige.
And with this crazy inner monologue, I manage to send my darkness away defeated, as this time I didn't let her get the best of me. I won! I am alive and I am finally feeling I can once again dare to be optimistic for the future. Hey, I am even hungry and I smile at that thought.
Of course I am. It's dinner time and I consumed a lot of energy back in that room that I now have to regain. I giggle, feeling naughty and I wrap the fresh white towel around my deliciously sore body.
When I return to the bedroom, he is gone. I feel a sting in my heart and I welcome back that bitch, who is now laughing at my expense. My stomach turns to knot and I feel tears building up in my eyes and thankfully before shedding them, the door opens and he is here. He is here! I try to hide my stupid thoughts and I help him with the bags he is holding?
"Were you reading my mind when I was in the shower? This smells delicious!"
"No, but I did hear your stomach growling, all the way to the bedroom."
"You did?"
"No, of course I didn't! Are you sure you are a doctor?" He laughs and I hit him on the left shoulder and this cute quiet pain-sound escapes his mouth and I immediately start kissing him, feeling guilty for acting so childish, but he starts laughing.
"It's not funny." I tell him in a cute protesting way.
"I know." He says, taking his joke further and by now we are both laughing.
After dinner we sat on the couch to watch some tv, but didn't manage to watch much of anything, as he was constantly teasing me, touching me, kissing me and making me moan helpless in his arms. Without even realizing how we got there, I was sitting on his lap and he was again entering me, slowly and deeply, making me dizzy from all the ecstasy his kiss, his touch, his breath and his scent were giving me. We were one, as our bodies were again like glued together and he would only occasionally interrupt our kissing, to nip the skin of my neck and then suck on my earlobe only to get back to my swollen lips.
"That's going to leave me a mark." I tell him referring to my neck, in a lustful voice, not really caring much.
"I am hoping it does. You are mine and I want everyone to know that." And he then grabs a handful of my hair, gently pulling it, me unexpectedly liking it. Is there anything that he does that I don't like? No, I don't think so, he is perfect. And by the time I finish that thought he says...
"You are perfect! This, feels fucking perfect!" And he gets rougher and deeper and I gladly take in his every inch.
It's the first time in my life, that I just want to let myself free of any thoughts to enjoy this moment without any guilt or the fear of how, what and when. I don't care about the future, or if this was wrong in so many ways. I don't care if I had sworn to myself that I wouldn't allow this to ever happen, being afraid of getting hurt again. I don't care about anything else, besides how perfect this feels and how he seems to be feeling the same way.