Beautifully Twisted (7 page)
He grabs her arm and pulls her to him. “It better stay that way.”
“Or what, Scott? You don’t fucking own me. We’ve been over this. Isn’t it enough that you got me on my knees tonight?”
“No, it’s not enough.”
“Well, it’s going to have to be. I’m leaving now.” She slides into her dress, and stuffs her bra and panties in her handbag, while Scott pouts, staring at her from the couch.
He watches her pull out her phone to call Oswald. “Let me drive you home, Alexa.”
“No. I have a driver.”
“I’m driving you home.”
“Fine. Do you want to search my apartment too, make sure I’m not hiding any men?”
“I’ll get dressed.”
Alexa doesn’t want to be driven home by him. She wants to get away as fast as she can.
“Let’s go.” He opens the door and waits for her. “For two people that just fucked like we did, we don’t seem very happy.”
“That had nothing to do with happiness.”
“Oh, sorry, Alexa. Forgive me for insinuating you might demonstrate an emotion other than anger.” His tone drips in sarcasm.
She says nothing, walking sullenly to the elevator. Scott presses the down button and they stand silently in the hall. When the doors open, Brett steps out, surprising both of them.
“Oh, hello there,” he says.
“Hi, Brett,” Scott says.
“Hello,” Alexa says, completely embarrassed and wondering if she still has the ‘just fucked’ expression on her face.
“Did you enjoy your dinner?” Brett asks.
“We did. Right, Lexi?”
She cringes. That name is for private times and he knows it. She nods.
“Are you alright, Alexa?” Brett asks.
“She’s fine. Just tired, right?” Scott asserts.
“Yes, tired. See you tomorrow?” she says, summoning a smile.
“You will,” Brett replies and says good night to the couple.
Alexa and Scott enter the elevator and ride down to the basement. Scott guides her by the lower back to some flashy sports car he rented. They ride back to her place in silence. At her building, she starts to get out but he grabs her wrist. “I don’t understand why you’re upset, but you need to know, you made me a happy man tonight. I really did miss you.”
“I just have a lot on my mind.”
“Is it me? Am I on your mind?”
“Of course.”
“Can I see you again?”
“I’ll think about it.”
He grins, knowing she will see him. “Please kiss me, baby girl.”
She leans in, allowing his lips to meet hers once more.
“Good night, Alexa.”
“Good night, Scotty.”
“Poor Scotty, you just can’t stand that you don’t have as much power over me as you used to. It’s killing you, isn’t it?”
~ Alexa
The minute Alexa gets inside her apartment she falls back against her door and finally releases the tears. Why she’s crying she has no idea. Is it the sting of her ass from the spanking, or the sting of giving in once again to Scotty’s charms? All she knows, is it’s the first time in six months she’s felt anything. She was hoping for happiness but got this instead.
She showers and reflects on the night. It shouldn’t feel as bad as it does. The sex was incredible but it always was with him. No, the problem was her weakness in his presence. She let him dominate her and she loved it. Before Scott showed up again, she thought her urge to submit was long gone.
Obviously not.
She climbs into bed and wraps the blanket up around her neck. At this point, she just wants to sleep and forget what she’s become. Her phone vibrates on her nightstand and she knows it’s him.
SP: You were perfect tonight. Give me another chance.
Alexa: Another chance for what? We live in two different countries. There’s no chance.
SP: We can make it happen, if we want to.
Alexa: I don’t want to be submissive anymore. I told you. You need it. I don’t.
SP: Maybe there is a compromise. We can try. I’ll lick your boot for you.
That comment brings a smile to her face. How can she argue with that?
Alexa: We can discuss.
SP: Cancel your date with Brett.
Alexa: It’s not a date.
Her phone rings. “What?”
“Is that any way to answer the phone, baby girl?”
“I’m exhausted, Scott.”
“You should be. Give me a chance, Lexi.”
“What do you want from me? Sex whenever you’re in London?”
He’s silent for a minute. “I want all of you. I don’t want you to be with any other men.”
“Your jealous streak doesn’t work across country borders. That’s not fair. Are you going to give up sleeping with other women?”
“Who says I sleep with other women?”
Alexa laughs. “You expect me to believe that Scott Patrick spends his nights alone?”
“Maybe.” He sounds serious.
“Scotty, just….let’s just see, okay. How long are you going to be here?”
“How long do you want me here?”
What kind of question is that?
“Well, what was your plan?”
“I’ll stay as long as you want me too. I can work from here.”
“What is this all of a sudden? You never gave a damn about me. Is this some kind of midlife crisis? I don’t have time for your games, Scott.”
“It’s not a game, and how can you say I don’t give a damn about you? I just want you back. It’s that simple.”
“I need time to think about this.”
“Don’t date Brett, please.”
“Would you drop this Brett bullshit? I have no interest in dating him.”
“Maybe he has an interest in dating you.”
“I’ll deal with it. Good night, Scotty.”
“Good night, beautiful.”
Ugh, why won’t he just leave me alone?
She pulls the pillow over her head and prays for sleep.
“So… how was your date with Mr. Super Sexy?” Martina asks the minute Alexa walks in the door.
“If you’re referring to Scott, it was a nice evening.”
Martina cocks her head and giggles. “Nice? He strikes me as someone who could do better than nice. Come on, Alexa… I’m dying to know. Please tell me. You can trust me.” She hands Alexa a hot cup of coffee.
“What do you want to know?”
“Everything?”
Hmm, let’s see. Your boss is a submissive and bowed down in front of him then begged him to let her come. Oh yes, that wouldn’t be shocking at all.
“I went to his hotel room and we ordered room service. We talked and hung out for a while.” She takes a sip of her coffee.
“Did you do it?”
“Martina, that is not an appropriate question.”
“Sorry, boss. I just want to know what he’s like. Besides, you’ve been really lonely and he seems to make you smile.”
“He can, sometimes. He’s not good for me though.”
“Did you do it?”
“Yes, Martina, we did it. Happy?” Alexa asks, rolling her eyes and resisting her urge to smile.
She squeals. “God, was it incredible? He seems like he would be awesome.”
“Yes, he’s awesome. Are we done now?”
“He called three times this morning.”
Alexa looks down at her watch. “It’s 8:40.”
“I told him I would have you call the moment you got in.”
“Thank you. I’ll call.”
Why did he call my office phone when he has my cell?
She dials his number. “Hey, baby girl. Did you sleep well?”
“I slept fine. Why are you stalking my office number?”
“Stalking? That’s a harsh term. You didn’t answer your cell.”
She looks down at it and notices the missed calls. “Oh. I must not have heard it.”
“Have lunch with me?”
“I can’t. I have a business lunch today.”
“With who?”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s a woman.”
“Can I see you after your date tonight?”
“It’s not a fucking date.”
“Brett thinks so. He’s very excited to see you. He told me.” His voice sounds cold and harsh.
“Does he know about us?”
“Of course not. He even told me he was surprised I hadn’t already conquered you.”
“And you didn’t tell him that you have?”
“Have I?”
“Short memory you have,
sir
.”
“Sir? I think I like it better when those luscious lips of yours call me Scotty.”
“Are you getting soft on me, Scott Patrick?”
“I’m never soft around you. Want me to prove it?”
“I’ll call you tomorrow.”
“You’ll call me tonight, when you get home from your
business
dinner.”
“Bossy.”
“Sometimes. When it comes to something I want.”
“I have to go.” Even though she doesn’t want to admit it, Scott’s renewed interest in her is exciting Alexa.
“Okay, baby girl.”
Alexa hangs up her phone and buzzes for Martina. “Can you come in here please?”
Martina appears in the doorway. “Hey, boss.”
“I need my calendar for today. What time is my lunch with Madeline?”
“One. You’re meeting her in the lobby and going to Raw for sushi. Brett Collins called while you were talking to Scotty the hotty. He asked you to return his call.”
Alexa raises her eyebrows. “Scotty the hotty?”
Martina blushes. “It just came out.”
“I see. I do believe you’re boy crazy, Martina. Do you have Brett’s number?”
“Here it is.” She hands her a piece of paper. “And I’m just living vicariously through you.”
“It’s not that fun to be me sometimes.”
“Maybe not. Or maybe you just forgot how to have fun.”
Alexa narrows her eyes, indicating Martina just went too far. Martina, taking the hint, hurries back to her desk. Alexa picks up the phone and dials Brett.
“Brett here,” he answers.
“Hello, Brett. It’s Alexa Drake. You called?”
“I did. Just confirming our date for tonight. Are we still on for seven?”
Oh shit. Did he just say date?
“Yes, dinner at seven.”
“Great, I’ll pick you up.”
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see. Wear something nice.”
“Okay. See you soon.”
“Yes.”
Maybe he meant date in the sense of appointment, she thought.
Yes, that must be it. It’s not romantic.
If worse came to worse, she would just have to tell him that she was in a relationship with someone, even though she wasn’t sure that was true.