Chapter 32
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Chapter 32
Make out
Third person pov:
"Stephen!" she cried. "Don’t you remember? He came to me and asked me to spy on your company," Ana said.
She lowered her head and leaned into his chest, crying harder. She remembered how he had approached her in the past.
"He visited the restaurant and tried to make a deal with me. I rejected it," she explained, recalling the incident.
"He insulted me, and I slapped him," Ana said, her voice filled with fury.
"He crossed the line. I won’t tolerate people like him. I slapped him and warned him never to behave that way again."
"Who would have thought that bastard would dare to do this? He’s rich and always sees others as nothing more than toys to please him—doing anything for money," she said with disgust.
"He kidn*pped me and wanted to use me for his own profit. He sent me to another man as part of a deal. Later, he planned to keep me as his toy. And if I didn’t agree, he was going to sell me—just like the other girls."
"To get revenge... he did this to me," she whispered.
Alex’s expression turned grim. He hadn’t expected Stephen to go so far. Guilt hit him like a wave.
Ana lifted her head slightly and looked at him with trembling lips.
“If you had just said I was yours... he wouldn’t have dared come near me…”
That was also a point. If he had said she was his woman, that man would have never dared to touch her. He realized it was his mistake. Suddenly, he remembered what Ana had just said.
Alex was caught off guard by her words. "She called herself his woman."
His heart swelled with guilt—and something more.
He held her face gently, looked into her eyes, and spoke with a mix of guilt and happiness.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t expect this from him. From now on, I’ll make it clear—you’re mine. I will never let you face any problems . Okay?”
" In future if you face any problems just inform me or let me know Don't face it alone " Alex said her.
Ana nodded silently.
She felt safe now, staring into those blue eyes that haunted her dreams, the face that disrupted her focus, and the lips she longed to kiss. Overwhelmed with emotion and desire, she raised her hands and cupped his face.
Alex felt a spark at her touch. But what happened next took him by surprise.
Ana ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him—deeply, passionately—pouring out all the frustration, fear, and longing she had held inside. She bit his lower lip gently, demanding entrance, and devoured his mouth with abandon. Alex responded, matching her energy, feeling the heat of her body pressed against his.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly as her heart pounded beneath her short dress. Her curves brushed against him with every move, sending his senses spinning. Their desire was uncontained, raw and powerful.
Alex wrapped her in his coat, trying to provide some barrier between them. After several intense moments, they finally pulled apart, gasping for breath.
To Alex, it felt like heaven. He had dreamed of this moment for days, and now she had kissed him first. It meant something.
To Ana, it was her first real kiss—one where she gave herself willingly, fully. Her hands roamed to his collar, then his chest. Alex saw the unmistakable desire in her eyes—stronger than he’d ever seen before.
When her fingers traced his chest, Alex slid his hands under the fabric to feel her skin. They kissed again, and this time, Ana unbuttoned his shirt, exploring his abs and muscles with curiosity and want. Their breathing was ragged as Alex trailed kisses down to her collarbone. Ana tilted her head back, granting him full access.
The air in the car turned feverishly hot.
But suddenly, the driver's words startled from the other side . The car is divided by a middle shield from the front.
“We’ve reached the hotel, Mr. King,” the driver announced.
Alex looked over and realized Ana hadn’t heard a thing. He quickly buttoned his shirt and leaned toward her.
“We’re here, dear. Get out, Ana,” he said gently.
“No,” she pouted like a child. “I don’t want to get out. I only want to kiss you. Don’t leave me.”
He smiled softly.
“Once we’re in the room, I’m all yours. I promise.”
He lifted her into his arms bridal style and carried her into the luxurious hotel—one of the city’s finest. As they walked through the lobby, several women turned their heads, clearly admiring Alex.
Ana noticed.
Without warning, she kissed him on the lips.
Alex paused, startled, but Ana whispered against his mouth,
“Go… fast…”
He chuckled and continued walking. They entered a private lift. The hotel staff pressed the button and respectfully stepped away. Inside the elevator, Ana broke the kiss and smiled at him.
“What’s that smile for?” Alex asked.
“All those women were staring at you,” she said with a blush. “I didn’t like it.”
“Oh?” he raised an eyebrow.
“Yes. That’s why I kissed you. So they know—you’re mine.”
She buried her face in his chest, shy but firm in her declaration.
The elevator opened directly into the presidential suite. Alex carried her in and gently set her on her feet. She leaned against the wall, slightly weak. He locked the door behind them to ensure privacy.
He moved toward her, but Ana pulled him by the collar and kissed him again—this time softly, lovingly. They didn’t even notice when they reached the bedroom. She removed his coat, revealing herself in the form-fitting dress that traced every curve.
Ana began unbuttoning his shirt, but Alex gently stopped her.
“You’ll regret this, Ana. Let’s stop here.”
Her smile faded. The warmth she felt in his arms, the comfort of his touch—it made her feel alive again.
'Why would you stop now?'
When she continued, Alex grabbed her wrist. His voice was low and firm.
“Ana… you won’t like what happens next. Don’t test my patience.”
He released her and walked to the shelf to grab some fresh clothes.
As he headed toward the bathroom, he heard soft sobbing.
He turned and saw her sitting on the bed, head down, trembling. His heart sank.
“Hey, Ana… why are you crying?” he asked, kneeling before her and gently raising her chin. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.”
“It hurts, Alex,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I don’t know why… but when you hold me, I feel better. Please… don’t leave me. Don’t let me suffer like this.”
Seeing her desperation, Alex took her into the bathroom. He filled the tub with cool water, infused with rose essence.
“Take a bath. Cool down and refresh. You’re sweating.”
He left her there to rest.
Alex took a cold shower in the adjacent room. He knew she was drugged. If something happened now, she might regret it—and he knew her well enough to understand that her dignity meant everything. She would rather suffer than make a mistake she couldn't undo.
After nearly half an hour, he came out dressed in a T-shirt and trousers. Ana had fallen asleep in the bathroom. She looked pale but peaceful.
“How are you feeling now?” he asked softly.
Ana nodded.
“What do you want to eat?”
“I want to eat you,” she replied simply, like he was her favorite treat.
Alex chuckled.
“Put on that bathrobe. I’ll order food.”
He turned away, calling room service and asking for healthy soup and calming medicine.
Ana stepped out in a white robe, her damp hair wrapped in a towel. The sight of her fresh and glowing lit a spark inside him.
“Control… control…” he told himself.
'She’s the only girl who can make me feel like this just by looking at me.'
Alex sat her on the bed and placed the food in front of her.
She refused the first spoon.
Alex sighed.
“Even feeding children is easier…”
He decided to strike a deal.
“If you finish this, I’ll give you a kiss. If not—I’m leaving.”
Ana perked up and nodded. She ate everything quickly.
Finally, she took the medicine.
“Now kiss me,” she demanded, leaning toward him.
Alex kissed her forehead, trying to keep things calm.
“No. I want it here,” she said, pointing to her lips.
He had no choice. He pecked her lips lightly—but Ana pulled him down, making him fall on top of her.
The kiss deepened, their breathing quickened. Alex lost control. As their lips danced, Ana’s robe loosened.
He turned off the main lights, leaving only soft lamps glowing. His lips trailed from hers to her neck, then lower. She moaned his name, her hands under his shirt, tracing his body.
Their breaths mingled. The night was filled with warmth, passion, and emotion.
Ana is on d**g effect which cause her to lose control on herself. Seeing Ana like this
"It was Ana’s first time making love—and for Alex, it was the worst night… and also the best."
- Writer
