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Alexander's Viewpoint.

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"You sure know your thing boy." I mumbled leaning against him as we lay on the bed to catch our breath. His chest rumbled as he chuckled. He was incarnation of physical perfection.

I feel his brawny arms trail down my waist and groped my ass, pulling me closer to his frame. Our naked bodies stayed flushed against each other under the chiffon sheets. Sweat glistened our worked out bodies, ah it sure was ecstatic.

"Of course I do." He smugly replied as he dipped his head, peppering soft kisses down my jaw. I sighed as his tougue swirled around the hickeys on my neck.

"It's crazy how we were fighting just a while ago, hm?" I mumble as my fingers traced circles on his side.

"Look how you ended up moaning my name." He chuckled locking gazes with me. I bit my lower lip trying to control my laughter. His thumb pulled my lower lip down, forcing me to face him. His teeth grazed my lower lip, gently tugging on it. "Only I can bite 'em."  I didn't stop the smile that forced on my face.

"Fuck! Your presence is enough to make me go hard." He growled as he prepared to hover over me. I push him by his chest much to his dismay.

"Keep it down. We've already had two rounds." He made a face at me and reluctantly rolled back beside me. I shift closer to him resting my head on his torso, his arm draped around me, cuddling me closer. I traced random shapes on his body while he stayed quiet, silently humming to some melody.

"Alex?" I start the conversation."You, you never told me why are you hell bent on bringing her down." He stopped humming and if I wasn't wrong, I felt him stiffen under me.

"I have told ya. She destroyed our year old business. We were almost on the streets if it wasn't for my income. That fucking bastard did nothing but roam about like an emotional fool-"

"And we both know this isn't the truth baby." I calmly reply. Both of us knew that he wasn't fooling anyone. "And it's only fair that you confess it for I have come out raw about myself." 

"As raw as our sex." He lowly commented. I raise my brows at him, signalling that he had to stop with this shit. For I wasn't gonna give myself even if I was very much aroused (who wouldn't be).

He sighed. He knew he wasn't having an escape here. I shift my head upwards to look at him. He breathed out loud and ran his hand through his tousled, sweat-clad hair.

"Sanders and Chois, have, have been accomplices for generations." He started. I frowned and immediately shifted my entire attention on him. I wasn't expecting that.

"My great grandfather and her great grandmother were somewhat college sweethearts. They met some where in America when her grandmama was on a vacation." He vaguely waved his hand. "Something they termed as their love was meant for eternity."

"They even married. And the Sanders and Chois lived happily for a while. They had two kids, out of them, one was extraordinary who happens to be my grandfather. Like really, really out of the world. He didn't say anything, he didn't show anything ever. He was always the stone face guy, kids would be afraid of, police would be alerted of and the elders would quietly gossip about though maintaining a safe distance of a few feet or more in between, as if he was a curse, a bad luck."

"And maybe he was." He took a deep breath. "He had many missions in his mind. He never told it out loud to anyone, but he wrote everything. All raw and clear in a pocket diary. Only the feather that dipped in the ink and the rusty tiny pages of the diary knew what he thought. And gladly that diary was never lost."