The Heiress (Book 2 of the Forbidden Series)

6

Alexander stared anxiously out the tinted window of the limo at the prestigious nightclub as they pulled up. It had just opened that month and was still a hot spot for celebrities and paparazzi. There was a red carpet leading from the street to the huge double door entrance. Velvet ropes lined the carpet keeping people back.

“Are you ready for this homeboy?” Jeff asked with a mocking tone.

Alexander shot him a hateful glare. “It’s just a night out at a club. Big deal I’ve done that before.”

“Not like this.” Layla smiled and took his hand as the door opened and she stepped out. Alexander followed her out, followed by her security detail, and was instantly blinded by the bright flashing lights of hundreds of cameras. After taking a few steps, Layla stopped and turned in to him placing her hand on his chest and playing to the cameras behind the ropes. “Smile.” She whispered to Alexander. “You are about to be on the cover of Star.”

Alexander was overwhelmed by the commotion. Not knowing what to do he did as instructed and holding her hand he smiled. After a few moments, Layla started walking toward the doors, and Alexander followed like a well-dressed sheep. They walked up the steps, and the large burly doormen smiled politely at them. “Evening Miss. Thompson. Mr. Creek is in the executive lounge.”

Layla smiled politely at the men, and they opened the doors. Alexander’s breath was taken away as they stepped inside the club. It was like nothing he’d ever seen before. He recognized many wealthy faces. The décor was exciting, and the live band was sensational. The place was packed, and the lighting increased the atmospheres excitement.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked over to see Nick grinning at him. “Just like any other club eh?” He and the others chuckled as they made their way through the crowd. Alexander held on to Layla’s hand tight trying not to lose her in amongst the bodies. Once they reached the middle of the vast dancefloor, Layla turned, and they all joined in the fun. It wasn’t long before Alexander was swept up at the moment.

They were invited into the executive's lounge to meet the owner, to dance, drink, and party with the talent when the show was over. It was a night like nothing he’d ever experienced. Alexander would have never believed a week ago that he would be hobnobbing with the stars and rubbing elbows with New York’s youthful aristocratic society. It was the greatest night of his life thus far. He was lounging on a black leathered couch listening to tales from a rock and roll hall of fame, with a strong drink in one hand and his arm around a gorgeous woman. Tonight, Alexander felt like a big shot.

They partied until last call and then piled into the awaiting limo. Alexander’s head was spinning from all the alcohol he had consumed during the night. He hadn’t been keeping track of his dirks. Ronny Creek had turned out to be an exceptional host he had a way of being sure no one’s drink was ever empty. Sitting in the limo, he couldn’t help but notice Layla’s cheeks were a blush red from the consumption of numerous glasses of champagne. Remembering she had only recently turned twenty-one he assumed she must not be accustomed to excessive drinking.

The conversation on the ride back to the estate was light, and everyone was laughing. Alexander couldn’t help but noticed the inappropriate way Jeff was eyeing Layla. He had intended to head home once they returned but Alexander was beginning to get the feeling that Jeff was waiting for him to leave to take advantage of Layla’s intoxicated state. Layla laughed at something Kim had said, and she leaned back in her seat her head falling against Alexander’s shoulder, he watched Jeff’s mouth curved in a smile, and he knew exactly what the jerk was thinking. Damn it he was going to have to stay for a while longer. Hopefully, his mother made it to bed.

The limo pulled in to the drive, and the driver opened the door. Someone suggested a late-night dip in the pool as they got out and entered the mansion. Everyone agreed, and they dispersed to change from their eveningwear into their swimwear. Alexander followed Layla up to her room and shut the door as they went inside.

Alexander removed his coat and draped it over a gilded chair that sat outside the closet doors. He watched Layla pick up the top to her bikini, and he shook his head. “I think it best if we skip the pool tonight.” He suggested taking the top from her and tossing it on top of her dresser. “I have the feeling Jeff intends to be problematic so let’s just avoid him for the rest of the night.”

When Alexander looked at Layla again, she was pouting, and he almost started laughing. She was as cute as a button with her bottom lip stuck way out. “I wanted to go hot tubbing. Now, what will we do?”

Alexander placed his hand on her shoulder and started backing her up until her legs touched her bed. “Perhaps you should just go to bed; it’s late.” He suggested.

She lifted an eyebrow and smiled slyly up at him. “I’m the daughter of two rockstars. Late is when the sun comes up. I’m not ready for bed.” She said refusing to sit down.

Alexander shrugged and strolled over to the terrace to see if he could see the pool from where they were. He couldn’t, and he wondered how long he would have to wait before Jeff gave in and went to bed alone. They were from the same walk of life, and if Layla was unwilling to settle down, he assumed Jeff would also make him wait. “Well then what do you want to do. Play more cards?” He asked turning around and leaned against the stone rail of the terrace.

Layla was standing at the foot of the bed watching him; her eyes had taken on a lusty haze. He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up. That look made his blood run hot. Alexander suddenly felt as if he needed to leave. “Dance for me?” She asked coming out onto the terrace, her slow, sultry moves sending his pulse speeding.

“I don’t think that is a good idea, Layla.” He managed to say softly.

“I can pay.” She smiled taking his tie in her hand and running the soft fabric through her fingers.

“I know, that is not the problem.” He smiled; he really should leave before he did something stupid.

“I’ll pay you three thousand dollars.” She said softly, and he reconsidered his previous objection. “One little dance, cash in hand.” She smiled walking away from him. Alexander watched Layla open the second drawer of her dresser and remove a rolled-up wad of bills. This girl had cash stashed everywhere. The benefits of being an heiress he supposed. She stood there with a smile waving three thousand dollars in cash in front of him.

He could make a fortune entertaining this girl. After she was through with him, he should reconsider the life of a gigolo. Alexander walked into the room and took the money from her hands. He tucked it away in the jeans he had been wearing when he arrived and then watched her walk over to her large stereo. Alexander pulled a chair away from the wall and placed it in the center of the room. Layla then turned on the stereo and selected a slow song. Alexander took Layla’s hand, and he walked her over to the chair. “Sit down.”

The smile on her pretty face was strangely gratifying. Alexander started moving to the music, slow, deliberate movements. Her eyes following everyone, there was a desire in those green depths, and it excited him. Slowly he loosened his tie and slid it off, one button then the next until his shirt was wide open. He stood close to her to taunt her as he pulled the tails of the shirt out from the waist of his pants.

Suddenly Layla reached out, and the tips of her fingers slid over the well-defined muscles of his chest. He should have stopped her, he knew but his eyes closed to her soft touch. Layla stood up, her small soft body sliding up his, the sensation bringing Alexander to an instant erection. Both her hands slid up his bare chest and over his shoulders pushing his shirt off and down his arms.

Alexander groaned as Layla’s lips placed feather light butterfly kisses along his neck. Alexander shrugged out of his shirt, and his hands plunged into Layla’s long hair pulling her face to his so he could taste her sweet lips. Her fingers worked the button of his pants open and pushed them down. Alexander stepped out of his pants and reached around her unzipping her dress. Pulling the straps off her shoulders, the dress fell to the floor. She stood before him in lacy white lingerie with wanton desire flashing in her eyes.

Alexander kissed her backing Layla up against the bed. Their hands were all over each other as they tumbled over and fell onto the bed. They tore at the last of their clothes tossing them to the floor. Alexander worshiped her with his mouth, and she bucked beneath him moaning and pulling at his hips. Unable to contain himself Alexander placed his hands on her knees and opened her legs. Hooking his hands behind her knees, he pulled Layla’s hips down and up to where he wanted her.

Layla’s hand moved over his body gliding down his chest and abdomen. Alexander sucked in a breath when her hand moved between them and closed firmly around his arousal. Alexander moaned as Layla’s hand fondled him in long slow strokes. Alexander’s mouth closed around her rosy budded n****e suckling. Layla sighed and arched her back bringing herself closer to the pleasure he offered.

Alexander’s hand slipped between Layla’s legs and stroked her womanhood. She was warm, wet and ready for the taking. He pushed his fingers inside her silken folds, and Layla gasped. She was the most erotic sight he had ever seen consumed by desire; her body flushed with lust. Her body begged to be touched; her lips pleaded to be kissed.

His mouth found hers in a heated kiss as his hand worked its magic bringing Layla to a fevered pitch. Her hands grabbed his arms tightly as ecstasy washed over her. Her body trembled as she bucked beneath him craving more. Her eyes closed against the pleasure he inflicted. His desire getting the better of him Alexander positioned himself above her balancing his weight on his arms. His erection rubbed against the slick entrance to heaven.

They both groaned with pleasure when he sunk deep into Layla, her legs closing around his hips as he trusted in and out. Layla panted and clawed at his back begging him not to stop. She was hot and crazed for him, and it drove Alexander to the brink of madness. He kissed her deeply his hands on her hips pulling her down harder against him. Layla begged for release and Alexander did his best to help her find it as she rocked beneath him matching his urgent rhythm.

Layla suddenly cried out, her climax shaking her body. Her slick muscles contracted tightly around his manhood making each stroke that followed all the tighter, and Alexander lost his control his body trembling as he spilled into her.

They both collapsed in the plush coverings, their bodies hot and glowed in the aftermath. Layla snuggled into the nook of his arm and gave a satisfied sigh. Alexander’s chest rose and fell as he waited for his breathing to calm. His mind cleared, and his senses returned Alexander lay staring at the top of the canopy bed.

What had he done?

He should have just gone home.

***

Alexander slipped out of Layla’s room after she fell asleep. He knew he was not welcome in this house and he wanted to get away before her irate father caught him sneaking about. He didn’t need to be arrested for trespassing or worse to receive a beating. David Thompson was in his sixties sure but he, along with his friends who were still in attendance, was rather large and in rather a good shape for men of sixty. He had no doubt he could handle one of them on their own, but he wasn’t interested in giving the handful of them a go.

Alexander managed to make his way down the stairs and through the main foyer. He had almost made it out the front doors when Rolland came around the corner. He wondered what the old man was still doing awake at such an ungodly hour. It surprised him that the old servant did not seem to be in the least bit surprised to see Alexander sneaking out of the house. He calmly stood there with his hands clasped behind his back looking at Alexander. “Mr. Thompson has requested you join them in the game room.” He said as though he had just requested eggs in a diner.

Alexander groaned, obviously his presence had been known, and her father had been waiting patiently to kill him in person. Reluctantly Alexander followed Rolland through the house and into one of the back rooms in the far east wing. The game room contained a large regulation sized pool table, darts, a widescreen television hooked up to numerous video games, a bar, and a poker table.

Around the poker table sat the men Alexander dreaded to see. There were Layla’s grandfather and her uncle, who must have arrived that day, her father and his buddy Eric. There was an empty seat with cards face down on the table. It would appear that Rolland had probably been playing and had folded after losing a few hands. Rolland pointed at the table, and Alexander cautiously walked over. “You wanted to see me, Sir?” He asked keeping his distance so to be out of David’s immediate arm’s reach.

David looked up at him with a big warm, welcoming smile and pointed at the empty space at the table. “Oh, there you are, good we need a fifth, Rolland quit on us. Sit down.” He grinned picking up his half-empty drink. “Damien deal him in.”

Alexander was confused; all of a sudden David was friendly and inviting, laughing and smiling. Alexander took the seat at the table and noticed all the empty rum bottles at the bar. He was drunk, that explained it, and he was too drunk to remember he didn’t like Alexander. Alexander shrugged, it could be worse; he could have been a mean drunk. Damien finished a story he had been telling about some girl he’d met on the road and the table broke out in hysterics. David laughed and slapped Alexander on the back. He downed the rest of his drink, then stared dumbfounded at the empty glass. “I need more rum.” David declared.

Alexander grinned, he liked Layla’s father much better when he was drunk. Rolland brought another bottle of rum to the table and placed an empty glass in front of Alexander. David poured everyone another round and then poured one for Alexander. Someone had said something about women and nagging, and the others cheered it, and everyone downed the glass in one shot. David filled them up again, and another cheer went out to something slurred that Alexander couldn’t understand, and they downed the glasses again.

Alexander slammed the glass down on the table along with the others and almost coughed as the liquor burned its way down his throat. David moved to refill Alexander’s glass, and Alexander placed his hand over the top and shook his head. “I’m good.” He coughed. Between the club and here he was drunk enough.

The table laughed, and David pushed his hand away and refilled the glass anyway. “Come on now; you can drink with the big boys.”

“Not that this isn’t fun, but Rolland says you wanted to see me.” Alexander reminded David.

David looked at him blankly and then remembered and nodded. “Oh yes that is right, drink up - drink up. I wanted to say I was sorry for my behaviour the other night. I was a bit harsh. Rolland is a good friend and a very loyal and invaluable employee, and he does need help maintaining this place at his age. He says he wants you and that I should offer you your job back. As much as I am against it, Rolland seems to think you are the right guy for the job and he has never steered me wrong before. I am offering you your position back if you want it. With my sincerest apologies.” He looked at Alexander’s glass and realized he had not drunk it yet. “Drink - drink.” He said forcing the glass into Alexander’s hand.

Alexander didn’t know what to say. This was not what he had expected when he had come into this room. He looked over his shoulder at Rolland who smiled and nodded at him. The old man had gone out of his way to get him his job back how could he say no. “Ok, I accept. Thank you.”

“Great, your room is still yours, and you can start washing the outside windows in the morning and then the cars in the afternoon,” David instructed guiding Alexander’s glass and forcing him to pick it up and lift it to his lips. “Drink boy, drink.” He laughed. Layla’s uncle Damien dealt out the cards, and her grandfather fronted him some chips so the game could begin. David refilled Alexander’s glass once more and then his own. “There is just one more thing,” David said with a smile.

“Yes, Sir?”

“Stop f*****g my daughter.”