Love in a nutshell

CHAPTER 3

Alexander's POV

I wasn't sure what the hell I was doing, offering comfort to the girl my brother cheated on? And admitting that I felt something for her, a girl ten years younger than I was. There was clearly something wrong with me, what happened to the bro code? I told myself the "bro code" didn't apply because it wasn't like they were still together. Right? Leaving her in Elijah's penthouse with her face full of confusion had definitely felt good in a way I couldn't quite explain.

Oh, she would be there tomorrow, I knew it. I could see under her puffy eyes there was a hunger for revenge and why not take that revenge out by hanging out with the elder brother of the man who broke her heart? I wasn't planning on just hanging out with her, I wasn't the kind of man to see something I like and offer my "comfort" just to hang out.

Ever since I met her, the first time at a restaurant two years ago, that woman stayed put in my thoughts, rent free. How I managed to not see her more often was both a miracle and a curse, I don't think I would have kept my hands off of her. I'd let her come to me and take the first step. Maybe. One thing was for sure, once I'd had a taste of the pie and had my fill, I'll cut ties. I'll make it clear that I'm not looking for a relationship where I'm standing at the altar, life's too short to waste it on one woman where you can have whoever you damn well please.

Lelika's POV

When I finally settled in to the hotel the next day, I let myself think about Alexander and his offer. "I've always had a thing for you." Was he just saying that to make me feel better after what he heard his brother did? I guess Elijah had always been the only man I saw especially since I was always so smitten that I never noticed Alexander. Now that I actually could take a minute and think about him properly, Alexander was much hotter than his younger brothers. He had this aura about him that demanded attention wherever he went and could probably get whoever he wanted in his bed.

I scoffed, clearly that was something him and Elijah had in common. My insides were still twisting at the thought of Elijah but I told myself it was normal to feel that way. I loved him so that I couldn't see what was clearly happening in front of my eyes. I opened up my suitcase and found some of my party dresses from my university days and ran my hand over the shiny fabric. I've never been the kind of girl to take revenge for anything but the deep feeling towards Elijah that had wrapped itself around me was telling me that fooling around with his brother would help ease the pain.

Biting my lip, I checked my new phone for the time and found it just after three. I had enough time to get ready and be at the club by seven. The website had said the club opened at seven and I took in a shaky breath before finally telling myself I deserved this little bit of freedom. Elijah would eventually find out and knowing that would be enough to get closure.

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Stepping into the bedroom from a shower, I looked at the clothes I'd chosen to wear. I slid on the seamless thong before putting on the little champagne coloured dress. It reached mid-thigh with a neckline that plunged just enough for a peek but not the whole show. The colour shimmered in the light of the sun that was currently setting, that had spilled through the window. I paired it with matching platform heels that had been a gift from my university roommate.

My dark waves swayed against my practically bare back and I pinned it up in a simple updo with a few bobby pins. It wouldn't stay in place the whole night but that was the point. I put on a light face of makeup and slipped on my leather trench before looking at myself in the mirror one last time. The simple gold chain ran down between my breasts and my hazel brown eyes looked too wide and I gave a silent that for the fact I had a little something in the places that mattered.

I bit my lip, hesitant for what I was about to go do. I hadn't flirted or been on the dating scene since Elijah but that didn't ease the sting of anticipation in my gut. This outfit was so not like me but I like to believe it was the point. Before I second guessed the whole thing I walked away from the mirror and took a deep breath before picking up my clutch purse and leaving.

The club was where most rich people went for a good time. I'd been middle class my whole life but being with Elijah had opened my eyes to the way the other half of the world lived. I had, however, never been to this place. When I got to the front there was a line, but based off the message Alexander had left me when I confirmed that I was in fact coming, he said to go straight to the bouncer and tell him my name.

As promised, the bouncer let me in without hesitation and when I stepped into the building, I was enveloped in darkness with the only lights being the strobe light bouncing off multiple colours from the walls. The place was indeed for the rich and famous, with everyone dressed in Gucci and Chanel, I could practically taste the mixture of expensive cologne and perfumes. I looked around in awe and found myself fascinated by my surroundings. The middle brother Brent, owned this place and I could tell he made his money's worth. I made my way to the bar and ordered a shot of something strong for quick liquid confidence.

"You clean up nicely from an oversized tee shirt." A deep voice whispered from behind me. The music was loud but I heard every word crystal clear and my heart did a small flip. Alexander wrapped his hand around my wrist and led me upstairs to a private booth. VIP for sure. The music was a tone quieter here than downstairs but still loud enough to burst eardrums. I felt my body buzz to life as he helped slide off the trench coat and I distracted myself by looking over the glass railing to the bodies on the dancefloor below.

"I'm glad you came." He said and I looked at him, broad and long limbed, dominating the small booth that we shared. His black shirt and matching pants looked like they were about to rip and I found myself imagining everything that was under the fabric. "Me too." I said and looked away. I felt so stupid sitting here like this, I've basically accepted his offer to have s*x with him. My ex-boyfriend's brother.

A hand on my arm had me coming back to reality and looking into dark brown eyes that seemed to undress me. My skin felt as though it was on fire and I needed to get this dress off as soon as possible. I frowned, why hadn't this happened with Elijah? Suddenly that shot from earlier threatened to come back. I swallowed. "I think I need some air." I told him over the music and got up to walk down the stairs. My throat felt though it was closing and I felt light headed. It was way too soon after mine and Elijah's break up to be putting myself in this position.

I struggled to find a bathroom but finally found a door that led to a dark and quiet corridor. I walked further down before leaning against the cool wall and sinking down. I closed my eyes and told myself to breathe. I heard the door further down open and closed and kept my eyes closed, hoping whoever it was had the decency to mind their business and move along.

"You shouldn't run off in an unfamiliar place alone." I looked up at Alexander, he looked much taller from this angle and I groaned before closing my eyes again. "This was a bad idea." I said. "I don't think so." He replied and I looked at him again and found his outstretched hand. I took it and let him help me stand. My head had stopped spinning and I dusted off my dress before looking at him, leaning against the opposite wall of the corridor.

"We shouldn't do this." I said softly, my womanhood clenched in anticipation of what this man could do but I wasn't ready. "You're probably right," he pushed away from the wall and with one step he had me flush against the wall. "but I think you need it," he twisted one of the loose strands of my hair around his finger. "I think, you should let me f**k you into heaven and then know what it's like to be f****d by a real man."

My breath caught in my throat and felt his hand that was playing with my hair run down my neck while the other slid under my thigh and lifted me with one swift motion. My legs wrapped around him and I moaned when I felt his bulge against my heat. His hand wrapped around my neck and gave it a squeeze, causing my insides to shatter as he traced his thumb over my bottom lip. His hand holding me up gripped my thigh as the dress slid dangerously higher with every fast paced breath that came out from me.