Marrying My Ex-husband's Father

Chapter 5

Alvina's Point of View

“You still have the opportunity to change your mind. Once you step into this room, you will be mine forever,” this familiar stranger whispered softly into my ears, putting me down, and making me stand in front of the door to his hotel room.

He entered the room, standing just by the entrance and holding his hand out to me.

“I don't want to change my mind,” I said firmly, taking his hand and damning the consequences this pleasure would cost me.

Immediately I took his hand, he dragged me in and closed the door behind us.

He stood there, motionlessly looking into my eyes for a while.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” He asked quietly, caressing my face as he took another step closer.

“Show me,” I responded quickly, covering the distance between us and touching his hard, well-defined chest.

“Oh my goodness,” he whispered breathlessly, his voice becoming hoarse and his eyes thick with lust.

“What are you still waiting for?” I asked impatiently, trying to unbutton his shirt but my hands were shaking.

“For this,” he said sharply, grabbing my hands and putting them above me as he pinned against the wall.

“You will let me pleasure you tonight and tomorrow you will marry me,” he said firmly, tearing my clothes from my body in one swipe.

“Do you understand? He asked breathlessly, kissing my forehead.

I didn't know what was happening but it was as if my whole body was weak, as if I was melting into him, my body yearning for his touch.

“Yes…yes…please,” I begged restlessly, needing to feel the warmth of his touch.

“Good girl,” he whispered softly, crashing his lips on mine.

In all my years, I had never experienced such an electrifying kiss.

He didn't just take my lips, he took my breath, my senses, everything.

“You are so addictive,” He whispered breathlessly, kissing my lips again.

“I can't wait anymore,” I whisper restlessly, running my hand through his hair.

“Yes, you can darling, I want to make sure you enjoy every single moment,” he whispered softly, kissing my neckline.

I gasped in shock and excitement, everything about him, his touch, his voice, his breath, everything threatened to throw me over the edge and I was here for it.

He took me over to the big king-sized bed and worshipped every single inch of my trembling body.

“Oh my gosh!” I screamed loudly, unable to think straight from all the pleasure he was giving me.

“You are ready for me,” he whispered hoarsely, looking at me with eyes drunk with lust and pleasure.

“Yes… yes…yes,” was all I was able to say, as he entered me, claiming not just my body but my soul.

I had never felt so wanted, so needed, so much pleasure, it was so good tears rolled down my face.

“Did I hurt you, darling?” He asked softly, shooting me an apologetic look.

“No,” I whispered in a low tone, touching his face tenderly.

How could he hurt me when he had paid attention to my every move and treated me like a rare treasure?

“What’s wrong then?” He asked in confusion, worry etched on his face.

“It's just too good, I have never felt so good,” I confessed honestly, wanting to shy away in embarrassment.

“No, darling, don't do that, don't run away from me,” he whispered urgently, cleaning my tears and kissing my forehead.

Everything about his care, the attention he was paying to me, about how considerate he was made me cry even more.

I had been with Richard all these years and he had never treated me this well.

“I am a fool,” I said calmly, the tears becoming uncontrollable.

“I am a fool,” I repeated quietly, taking deep and labored breaths.

“I couldn't see that asshole for who he was even when he showed it to me, he didn't treat me this good, didn't care that I was dying,” I said quietly, sadness beginning to fill my heart once again.

“You are dying?” He asked in surprise, holding me close as I cried even more.

My lover didn't speak any other words, he just caressed my hair and watched me intently, as if encouraging me to let it all out.

“All he cared about was that stupid Nora, he would give anything for her, even my life and I was foolish enough to continue to please him even at the expense of my life but what did I get in return? Nothing but more betrayal, and now look at you, you don't even know me and you have made me feel special for the first time in my life, something he didn't bother to do,” I said sorrowfully, as I continued to cry.

He held me closely as I cried bitterly, I cried until I fell asleep, comforted by his cuddles and kisses.

“Good Morning darling,” A deep voice whispered in my ears, as my eyes opened slowly.

“Good Morning,” I responded sluggishly, still half-asleep.

I sat up in bed, rubbing my hands with my eyes.

My memory seemed to be blank for a minute as I tried to recall what had happened the night before.

And then like a sudden wind, all the memories came back to me, I remembered drinking, a pool, and a gorgeous man, the one I spent the night with, the one who had just greeted me.

“My goodness,” I gasped in shock, as I remembered all the thrill of the night before.

But more importantly, I remembered crying about my stupid ex into the arms of my one-night stand.

“s**t…shit…shit, I messed up,” I murmured in embarrassment, my hands still covering my eyes.

I finally opened my eyes hoping to find the man sitting by my side or maybe getting dressed to leave the hotel room but I saw no one.

I was about to rush out of the room myself when a majestic man walked out of the bathroom wearing a bath robe.

“Oh, My Goodness!” I screamed in shock, as I looked at the familiar face in front of me, it was Richard's father.