HIS AFRICAN QUEEN (DSD SERIES SPINOFF)

JEALOUS

“Who is he?!” Alexander demands as he enters Tanya’s hotel room, a murderous look on his face.

Tanya ignores him, placing her bag in the small chair beside her bed before placing her cell on the nightstand. Alexander watches her, anger rippling off him.

He leaves her for a day to run damage control with his father and already she’s looking for a new man to warm her bed. The thought has him bristling in irritation.

Alexander may have hidden the fact that he had a fiancée but it wasn’t like he was sleeping with both of them.

Priscella had her reservations and wanted their first time to be their wedding night but she vocalized that if he wanted to enjoy his single status until the marriage is announced he is free to do so since everything is to be kept hush-hush.

His father and her mother want this engagement to be kept away from the press until they were married. They believe that the story of a silent elopement would bring more publicity than a public engagement plus, it is a business move their competition would be too slow to pick up on.

For now, he and Priscella seem like good friends to the public eye but with their wedding in two months, and the lengthening of his and Tanya’s divorce process… he’s thoroughly f****d.

He’s been busting his ass off trying to convince his father to push back the wedding date for another month and working with Angela to get Tanya’s legal situation sort out quickly, while she’s here getting to know other men…as if she’s not a married woman.

“Tanya, I asked a question,” Alexander grits out, watching the chocolate beauty before him rolls her eyes at him.

“…and I heard you, Alexander. I just didn’t feel like replying to you,” she says nonchalantly and Alexander feels his irritation rising.

“You know normally when you’re married you don’t throw yourself at men that aren’t your husband,’ he hisses mockingly at her.

At this Tanya snaps those dark eyes towards him, chuckling humourlessly. She folds her arms over her damp chest, the outline of her bikini top visible. This only intensifies Alexander’s irritability as spots her erected n****e pressing against the damp material.

She’d been around another man like that…If Alexander has a hard time focusing on what she’s saying right now and he’s pissed as f**k, he can just imagine that French fucker drooling all over his wife.

“—property and finally, that’s rich coming from you Alexander. Haven’t you been making up with that French fiancée of yours? You’re f*****g her and you don’t see me complaining, do you? So, what if I want to get f****d by someone too?”

He misses the first half of what she says but the way the rest of her words leave him confused and angry makes him not care what came first.

“I am not f*****g Priscella, Tanya,” he tries to say calmly but the curt tone of his voice gives away his anger.

Tanya hisses her teeth murmuring under her breath. “Caz mi must luk like f*****g ediot…”

Alexander doesn’t fully understand what she says but from her tone, he knows she doesn’t believe him.

“Priscella and I are not together. Not until the wedding is completed… We have no commitments to each other and no s*x life between us,” Alexander explains trying to make her understand that he didn’t lie to her, technically, because Priscella is only his fiancée in name.

Tanya shoots him a look and goes to open her mouth but Alexander speaks, the words dying on her tongue.

“I have not cheated on you. Even though you are my wife only in name, I respect the grounds of marriage even if it is a sham,” he says sharply stepping closer to her. “…and in regards to the second thing you said, if you want to get f****d by someone it will be by me, your husband, and no one else…especially not that garcon. Il ne saurait même pas quoi faire avec une femme avec toi même si tu venais avec des instructions, gazelle. Je peux te faire te sentir si bien ...”

He wouldn't even know what to do with a woman with you even if you came with instructions, gazelle. I can make you feel so good...

Tanya has no clue what Alexander just said but the way those words rolled off his tongue and the way he grabs her by the waist, pulling her against his chest has left no doubt in her mind it was something cocky.

He caresses her face, staring into her eyes and she stays in place playing along, after all, she has yet to see Alexander jealous.

“What could you hope to get from that kid, gazelle?” he lowers his mouth, kissing her jaw, teasingly and Tanya has to admit it feels so good, her body shivers at the contact. “…I know your body…”

He runs a hand up her waist, brushing his thumb at the side of her breasts. Tanya gasps as he starts to nibble at her neck, his other hand snaking around her body to grab her ass and push her front against his hard-on.

“…I can make you reach new heights…over and over again…” he says huskily, bunching up the back of her dress so he can feel the skin of her fat ass in his palm.

Alexander grinds against Tanya, caressing her breast and ass, leaving open mouth kisses on her neck. He groans in pleasure, as her hand snakes to the front of his jeans, caressing his aroused c**k through his pants.

“You’re right. You do have enough to satisfy me,” she whispers seductively and Alexander shivers as she grips him tighter. “…an experienced man like you, knows how to rock a girl’s world. Now, let me rock yours…”

She rubs him faster, his brain falling under its hormonal haze… She walks him back until his back hits the wall and Alexander pulls back from her neck to stare into her eyes. Tanya’s lips attack him before he can gauge her reaction and her palm picks up paste, caressing the thick, pulsing monster in his pants.

Her lips are rough, demanding yet never sloppy or rushed, they’re coordinated and reap the effect they want, his arousal… that should have been his first clue…

Her body presses against his and her left arm rests against his head, he pays her no mind, giving her this time to act as dominant as she wants because when he gets her over that table, control will be the last thing she has.

He hears a click but the moan that Tanya voices distracts him, causing him to pull her closer, his hand on her ass…

“An experienced man like you…” she whimpers kissing at his neck.”…can have any woman you want.”

He barely has time to register her next move. In the blink of an eye, Tanya rolls them against the wall and he finds himself pushed through the room door but Alexander thankfully catches his balance before he can fall on his ass.

“Since you’re so wanted, why don’t you go look another woman rather than come to me because your fiancée ain’t putting out?! What do I look like to you, a p***y shop?” Tanya huffs glaring at him.

“Tanya,” Alexander says angrily but she only glares at him.

“Go get p***y somewhere else Alexander. This shop is closed!”

And with that, she slams the door in his face.

**

“Wow, belle…that’s… merde,” Louis voices as he looks at Tanya licking his lips.

“You like it, don’t you?” she says smugly leaning forward and Louis clenches his fist.

“You were right, belle… This is one of the best things I have ever tasted,” Louis finally admits making Tanya smile and clap her hands.

Tanya and Louis are in the city for brunch as promised the day before. Tanya thought that maybe he would’ve booked some classy restaurant to show off his riches but was genuinely surprised when they pulled up a Culture Clash Cuisine.

It wasn’t an upscale place and it had different types of food from which to choose Chinese, Indian, Japanese, Caribbean. Italian and French cuisine.

“See, I told you you’d love it,” she beams as a stray breeze blows her hair from her face. “No one can deny the tastiness of Jerked chicken.”

Louis nods, ripping off another piece of chicken with his fork, placing it in his mouth and taking a bite. A moan escapes his lips and Tanya chuckles before going back to her meal.

Boeuf Bourguignon, a classic French beef stew made with red wine, pearl onions, mushrooms and bacon. Louis is the one that told her to give it a try and so far it’s like heaven to her taste buds and the side of Potatoes Dauphinoise makes her meal all the more enjoyable. This dish is a potato + cream + cheese combination with a hint of garlic and thyme and it is superb.

Tanya is a woman who enjoys good food and isn’t afraid to release her inner foodie so when she finishes her meal in ten minutes flat and is looking to add another dish to the table, Louis is shocked.

He looks her up and down, bending to the size a little taking in her blue sundress and matching flats before sitting straight with a furrowed brow.

“What?” Tanya asks him in confusion after seeing his very thorough inspection of her.

“I’m just curious as to where the hell you put all that food,” he jokes and Tanya rolls her eyes.

“It goes to my ass and thighs. Got a problem with that?” she deadpans and he gives her once over again, an appreciative look in his eyes.

“No. no problem here, belle. That just means more of you to worship,” he licks his lips and Tanya chuckles, raising her brow.

“You think you’re so smooth, don’t you? That you’ll have me under your spell with a few sweet words.”

 “Au contraire, it is you have me under your spell. Such beauty and wits should be illegal because I fear you’ll capture the heart of every man you meet, mon Tanya…” he says seductively, watching her with those green eyes of his.

“Oh be careful there Mr. Pierre…I am still by law a married woman and should not be close to such temptation,” she teases but her words hold deep meaning.

Though, Tanya finds Louis’ words and presence intriguing there’s still a part of her that won’t give in. Louis is a flirty, sensual and attractive man, one Tanya would like to get to know but a part of her honours the vows she made with Alexander at the chapel…because of that she finds herself unable to really pursue something with Louis.

Though Tanya has more the less kick Alexander out of her hotel room, she had listened and processed everything he had spoken. If his words hold merit and he is not cheating on her, she owes it to be faithful until this marriage is over.

Even if that means being celibate for four months because she’s never sleeping with Alexander again…no matter how mind-blowing the s*x is.

…or how tempting this man is… she thinks watching as Louis lean back on the chair in a crisp, white dress shirt with a button open to tease her eyes and snug-fitting black pants.

“Ah, yes…I forget,” Louis says with a hint of distaste on his tongue, running a hand through his glossy dark hair. “The one night stand turn husband...”

So she may have babbled a little to him after a bottle of fine wine but she was sure to leave out Alexander’s name from her story.

“How’s the process coming along?” he asks keeping his eyes locked on Tanya.

Not wanting, the conversation to stare that direction Tanya decides to not linger on it.

“It’s going. Enough about me, tell me a little about you. What do you do?” she says quickly before taking a sip of her wine.

Louis decides to take the hint and move onto the other topic.

“I am a business man. I mostly invest in the fashion industry,” he says and Tanya is genuinely surprised.

“So you invest in both male and female fashion businesses?” she says truly intrigued, it’s not often you find men that take an interest in fashion.

“Yes but mostly female fashion. You could say I have an eye for it. I may not know the ins and outs of creating a garment as designers do but I do know what sells and so far it hasn’t failed me…”

Tanya happily engages in a conversation about fashion with Louis being a lover of the art form as well and at the end of their discussion, she finds herself smiling widely.

Louis is an awesome companion and maybe when this all is over she may give him a proper chance if he waits that long for her.

After all, a girl only comes by men like him once in a blue moon.

“Tanya,” he calls out to her as she opens her room door, exhausted after an exciting day. “There’s this charity event I must attend tomorrow. Would you do me the honour of being my date?”

Tanya wants to say yes without another thought but she doesn’t want to give him the wrong impression.

“Today was fun, Louis but I am still a married woman and—”

“It’s not a date, belle… though I wish differently. I will respect your boundaries and we can go as two friends. Nothing promised, no expectations.”

Tanya knows that friends with a person you are attracted to never work out but the hopeful look on Louis’ face makes her cave.

If he’s willing to play the ‘friends’ card until her divorce, why should she push away such a charming man?

“Okay,” she says and a smile breaks across his face.

“Great, I will pick you up at eight tomorrow night,” he says excitedly, holding her face and kissing both her cheeks in rapid succession.

“I will have a dress delive—” he starts to say as he pulls back, reaching for his phone.

“That won’t be necessary,” Tanya says with a shake of her head. “I have a dress for such an occasion.”

“I invited you… I insis—” he starts to argue but Tanya is having none of it.

“I will see you at 8,” she smiles before pecking his cheek and walking into her room. “I will be wearing a dress of my own. Now, goodnight Louis.”

And with that she closes the door, leaving a smiling Frenchman on the other side.