Scrooge

31. Haylee

31

HAYLEE

I walk into the room and sigh, immediately flopping onto the large bed. Closing my eyes, I take a few deep breaths. My body tired, my mind exhausted, my cell now pressed to my ear.

“So, lover boy flew you to the Hamptons?” Jillian says, and I hear her walking around at home, her and the kids now at my parents’ place. I open my eyes and turn so I am on my back, looking around the room before I completely lose my breath. There, on the wall, is a brightly colored piece artwork. The one I loved at the Maddison Miller Gallery, the one I dragged Alex to see on our very first date. From memory, it was worth over fifty thousand dollars.

“We are canceling the agreement,” I tell Jillian absentmindedly as I stare at the beautiful painting, swallowing thickly as I wait for her response. She is quiet, then I hear a door close on her end, obviously now hiding in her bedroom.

“Say that again?”

“Alex and I have decided that we enjoy spending time together and we don’t want it to end. So we are canceling the agreement. Wiping it away like it never happened,” I explain to her as my head sinks farther into the soft pillow and I take another glance around the room. Colors of fresh white and blue surround me. There is an outdoor terrace through some French doors that overlooks the ocean. This bedroom is bigger than any other I have ever seen.

“So you… like each other?” she starts tentatively, trying to understand, as my eyes flick back to the painting. He knows I loved this piece.

“Yes…” I say, taking a deep breath. I do like him. Hell, I’m wondering if this intense feeling I get around him is even, possibly, more than that. The love word trickles into my mind again, but I’m scared to admit that I might be in love, given my history.

“Well, I saw the video doing the rounds online,” she says, and I tense.

“Video?” I ask, wondering what in the world is happening on social media.

“Footage of him punching Jaryd in the face. I think we have all watched it like a hundred times. And even though Mom still doesn’t condone violence of any kind, she and Dad are now fully team Alex like the rest of this city, just so you know.”

I can tell she’s smiling, happy that my ex got what was coming to him.

“It was so intense,” I tell her, thinking back to those five minutes when we left the restaurant and Jaryd pounced. I still feel bad about the situation, but I’m so glad I wasn’t alone.

“And the ring? I assume that stays on your finger? I mean, what happens now?”

“The ring stays, we continue seeing each other, and then, I don’t know… I guess we just take it day by day, week by week.” I look at the sparkling rock on my finger. I love it. It’s beautiful, but I love it because it is starting to signify something. I like it because he gave it to me and he wants me to wear it. And even though it started as something not genuine, the feelings we have for each other now are.

“How is everything going with you? I’m so sorry about this whole media barrage,” I say, feeling extremely remorseful.

“Pfft, it’s fine. Tucker Toys is growing on social media, and the store is safe and secure. Besides, we have the shipment coming in a few days for the holiday party that we have to sort, and we can do that without opening the store if we need to. All is fine. But I can understand why he whisked you away. It’s a little hectic, and I think once the media knows you aren’t here in town, it will die down.”

“It’s all a bit crazy isn’t it…”

“So is love, my darling sister. So is love,” she says, before I roll over and bury my head in the pillow, smiling.

* * *

After walking around the bedroom, admiring both the luxury touches and the view, I peeked into the closet, noticing my clothes already hanging, and then hit the bathroom.

I thought his penthouse bathrooms were nice, but this one is breathtaking. Beach views from the large tub. A shower big enough for six people, at least. Floor heating, towel heating, mirrors, marble, high shine, and not a fingerprint in sight.

This day already feels long, even though it’s still only the afternoon. With no appearance from Alex yet, I strip off, needing the hot water to wash away the stress that has built up over the last few hours.

The bathroom steams up, the hot water instant, and I step under it, letting it soak me. I can’t believe I flew in a helicopter. From his rooftop. I didn’t even know that was a thing. I thought that it was only reserved for movies or books. But as we got to the roof of his penthouse, and I saw a shiny black chopper waiting, I didn’t have time to think about it before I was shuffled in and whisked away, through the skyscrapers of New York and down the coast.

The view was amazing, almost as amazing as this hot water is as I let it run down my hair and cover my body, my muscles relaxing instantly.

“My God, you are beautiful,” I hear Alex say, and my eyes pop open, seeing him naked at the doorway of the shower.

“Mmmmm, you sneaking up on a girl?” I tease as I turn to face him, appreciating the view. His eyes alight at seeing me completely naked, water streaming down my body, and he swallows as he gives me a once-over. I am a curvy girl, not a shape that appeals to a lot of men, but I am comfortable in my own skin, and I don’t shy away from his admiration.

“Oh, I plan to do more than sneak,” he says, stepping beneath the spray, the water from above now coating us both. He puts his head under, soaking his hair, and my gaze travels from his face, down his chest, salivating over his body like I didn’t just see it in its full glory this morning. His chest sculpted, his abs defined, and as my eyes drop farther, I see he’s hard, jutting out, full and large and ready.

“There is a familiar painting on your bedroom wall…” I say, watching him as a smirk comes to his face.

“Do you like it?” he asks as his hands settle on my waist.

“I love it. I loved it that night, but I thought it was already sold?” I ask, confused.

“I bought it the minute I saw your face light up at seeing it. I bought it for you,” he tells me, stepping a little closer, and my heart starts racing at what he’s admitting. “Knowing that I wanted you here in the Hamptons with me at some stage.”

“But that was only our first date?” I question, totally in awe of him doing that. He keeps surprising me with qualities that have me falling harder for him at every turn.

“I have good instincts,” he murmurs as his hands trail lightly up my sides, before moving to my chest and cupping my breasts. I hum at the feeling.

“What are your plans with me?” I ask with a playful glint in my eyes as I palm his length, relishing how hard and heavy he is in my hand as I stroke him.

“Mmmmm, Sunflower,” he groans, dropping his hands from my chest as he moves closer, making me step back. My body hits the tiles, the coolness of them pulling a gasp from my chest, my back automatically arching and my nipples pebbling. “Are you now teasing me?” he grits out, a look in his eyes like he’s about to feast on his prey.

“Me? Tease?” I toy with him, and he smirks. It’s a smirk like he holds all the cards and he just might, as I feel his hand tracing up my thigh, skirting across my hip before he lifts my leg, placing it on the tiled seat to the side.

“My dick feels good in your grip, Sunflower.” He groans again, almost losing composure as I run my hand up and down his length, but his hand continues to slide across my skin until it hits my center, and I whimper at the contact. “Fuck, I love the feel of your pussy on my fingers.” As he starts to circle my clit over and over again, my body grows hot, not only due to the water cascading over us, but from how he makes my senses come alive. How he looks down into my eyes like I’m his everything.

“I like the feel of your fingers on my pussy too,” I breathe out as he slides a finger inside of me, and I bite my lower lip.

My hand continues stroking him, faltering in my rhythm as my other grips on to his bicep tight, needing the support, my knees starting to weaken from the pleasure overtaking me.

“That’s it… Such a greedy girl,” he says, voice low, as I start to grind down on his hand when he slips in another finger. His face lowers, edging closer to mine, and he brushes his lips across mine, the feel of his breath on my skin as we are both now panting.

His finger slips in and out of me in what feels like slow motion, taking me close to the edge and releasing me again in what can only be described as deliciously tortuous foreplay, a game that he is winning with me at the moment as my body clenches around his fingers and moans fall from my lips on every exhale.

“Alex,” I pant, my heart pounding, the water soothing my muscles even though they’re tightening with my impending release.

Arching myself toward him, my breasts graze his bare chest, and he smooths his spare hand up my body, cupping a breast, squeezing it before leaning over and sucking on my nipple. I feel the sensation tingle all the way down between my legs.

“Come on my fingers… Give it to me…” he growls, burying his head in my neck as my head tilts back, hitting the wall behind me. His fingers start to move faster and faster, in perfect motion, until I can no longer catch my breath.

“Alex!” I cry out as I shudder, my vision blackening around the edges as I swear I see stars.

Orgasms with him are like none I have ever experienced before. Sure, I enjoy sex, but the way my muscles shake, my knees almost give way, my body no longer my own, but all his. They are different with him.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises me, and I love it. The smile on my lips is dazed as I come down from my high, my hand still wrapped around him, and he’s even harder than before.

“You are so hard,” I hum, looking down at where my hand starts to move again. Up and down as his hands explore every dip and curve of my frame before he slaps them on the tiles behind me, on either side of my face.

“What are you going to do about it?” he asks, pure arousal in his lust drunk eyes.

I give him my most flirtatious smile before I get on my knees.