Marrying a Stranger

Chapter Five

Alex’s pov.

Alex’s pov.

WARNING; MATURE CONTENT 18+ ONLY

It was a typical Tuesday afternoon as I read through some of the expansion theories for my Company. I was the heir of the Anderson company and tripling the size of our company was now in my hands. I had been running the company for 8 years and I knew every nock and dirt of every business men in the whole of Atlanta.

I stroked my scruff on my chin as I watched Regina make her way to my office. She was dressed in a short nude dress trying to arouse me. The woman was a pain, but she ensured relief as well.

I see you were waiting for me, Regina said in a voice which sounded almost sexy. We were what you called f**k buddies but that’s all. She sauntered her way, swaying her hips a little extra as she made her way to my chair and settled herself on my lap.

You are always busy baby. Its lunch, take a break she said as her manicured long nails ventured down my chest.

Holding her wrist, I asked her why she was here, oh I was passing by so I came to say hi, she said smiling sweetly bending down further showing me more of her cleavage.

Not today Regina, I am busy. I will call you I said dismissing her and wanting her to go as soon as possible. I knew once I paid any attention to her, the files will remain unattended for the next few hours.

I watched as she pouted her red lips and muttered a small okay. As she lifted herself from my lap, I gave her a peck on her lips to satisfy her but the woman made a peck turn out to be a whole hearted kiss. I pinched her ass and pulled her hair as she rubbed her heat on my groin. She moaned quietly as I bit her lips and moved my head away from her tempting ones. See you later I said ignoring her.

The damn woman had already unbuttoned my first two buttons, as she fixed herself, I heard Sarah knock and peep her head in, she saw the scene and flushed as she told me about my next appointment. Telling her to let the people in, I turned away from the door as I fixed my shirt.

Good afternoon Alex, said a voice as I turned, I met the last woman I was expecting to see, Mrs. Wilson. She was a good business woman who was successful and did not have a single criminal record on her.

I replied back her greetings before I turned to look at the tall lady who stood confidently next to her. Dressed in light colors, she looked like an elegant flower. Her curves were peaking through her clothes showing how tempting she was. Her black hair was twisted in a reserved low bun with her soft creamy skin and full pink lips, dark brown eyes with wide hips. And lastly, perfect breast which my fingers were itching to touch.

I couldn’t help but keep staring at the beautiful woman as I handed her the file which held our agreement. She was not what I expected her to be. When my father told me about getting married to Wilsons daughter, I was expecting to meet a daddy’s girl who was spoilt rotten and who wore clothes that were twice smaller than the actual. I was all ready not to proceed with the agreement but staring at the gorgeous lady in front of me, my groin was stirring.

She was the complete opposite of my thoughts and she was a tempter. I wanted to shake her hand and feel how soft she was for my own sick satisfaction but the smart woman didn’t stretch her hand. No worries, I am going to touch you all I want little vixen. Soon. Very soon.

I watched the firm grip she had on the pen as she signed her life away to me. My thoughts were running wild because of the woman in front of me, I couldn’t wait to have her grasping and writhing under me. I watched her plumped ass as she turned to leave the office but I wanted to hear her voice, wanted to hear her whimper.

Tilting my head to the side, I asked the most dumbest questions, are you mute miss Wilson, and I watched as she raised her eyebrow and I couldn’t wait to see them furrowed as I pleasure her, the vision too pleasing.

Oh so if a person doesn’t talk they are mute. Nice thinking Mr. Anderson she said full of fury making me smirk. If you don’t have anything else absurd to say, I’ll take my leave Goodbye, she said in that fury, making my slacks tighten further.

And as I watched her swaying hips move, my mouth went dry and I had to clench my jaw from licking my lips. I couldn’t wait to claim her and mark every inch of that creamy skin.

I couldn’t wait for the day I made her Mrs. Anderson.