True Loves (A Collection of Firsts)

by Michelle A. Valentine

  I sigh the moment I hear the door slam when he leaves the suite.

  This situation is all kinds of fucked up.

  After getting myself together after a quick shower, I make my way down to the pool party that the Hard Rock calls Rehab. The scene before me causes me to raise my eyebrows. This place is something straight out of the Spring Break handbook. There are bodies everywhere—all of them dancing to the techno beat spun by the DJ.

  This is seriously where King is meeting a business contact? Good luck talking business out here.

  When I get through security, I merge into the crowd. Several pairs of hungry male eyes watch me intently as I pass by, and suddenly I wish I would’ve let Alexander wait on me. I don’t like feeling like a piece of meat on display.

  One dark-haired man with a set of toned abs and wide smile grabs my wrist as I pass by. “Damn! You’ve got the nicest set of tits I’ve seen all day.”

  I fight the urge to smack him in the face because I know that technically I’m out here for business purposes and getting arrested for assault wouldn’t be a good look.

  “Not interested.” I attempt to twist out of his grasp, but there’s no such luck.

  The man tightens his hold and attempts to jerk me against his chest. “Let me feel those titties on me.”

  “Get off me!” I shove my arms between us and push with all my might, but he’s too big and I can’t force him off.

  “Play nice, baby,” he says, and the distinct smell of beer wafts into my face.

  Before I have a chance to say anything else, the man flies back and Alexander steps between us. Alexander’s hands ball into fists at his side as his entire body tenses.

  “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll walk away. Now.” The low growl in Alexander’s voice emits such a warning that the man instantly throws his hands up in surrender and backs away without another word.

  Alexander stands still, shielding me until he’s sure the man is gone, and I have to admit that I’m grateful for his presence.

  He slowly turns toward me. “You all right?”

  I nod. “Yes. Thank you for that. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t been here.”

  “Don’t worry, Margo. Nobody will dare touch you while I’m around.”

  His confident words cause butterflies to erupt in my belly. It makes me feel safe knowing that he’s looking out for me.

  “Oh, shit. Did you see that?” The voice comes from a small Asian man who looks like he’s straight out of a rap video with his gold chains and baseball cap. He slaps Alexander’s shoulder and laughs. “Dat madafucka just got punked. I think he shit his pants. He better not come back for seconds because Yamada might just have to step in and he doesn’t want any of this.”

  Alexander rolls his eyes and then turns toward the man. “Next time he’s all yours, big guy.”

  The man turns toward me and lowers the gold-rimmed sunglasses down the bridge of his nose. His dark eyes drink me in from head to toe before he flicks his gaze in Alexander’s direction. “Are you with dis fine piece?”

  Alexander sighs. “Yamada, this is Margo Buchanan. She’s my assistant.”

  “I bet.” Yamada laughs and then pushes his glasses back over his eyes. “Just like old times, King. You bring all the fly honeys to the party.”

  That takes me back. Old times? It sounds like Alexander’s relationship with Yamada goes far beyond a business one. How in the hell am I supposed to possibly find a way to infiltrate their business relationship if they are as good of friends as they seem to be?

  “Don’t look so serious, Dime Piece,” Yamada says to me. “This is a party. Lighten up. We need to dance.”

  My mouth gapes open as I look at Alexander, but he’s no help. He simply shrugs. “There’s no stopping him when he’s on a mission to party. Just go with it.”

  Yamada grabs my hand. “Come with Yamada. I’ll show you a good time.”

  I glance back at Alexander while this odd little man leads me along, and he just simply grins and waves before the crowd swallows him up.

  “Why do you keep referring to yourself in the third person?” I complain as he weaves us through the crowd.

  He turns toward me, pulling the sunglasses down the bridge of his nose and peering at me over the top of them again with an expression that I can only describe as dumbfounded. “Because that’s what all the badass madafakas do.”

  For a split second, I don’t know if he’s actually serious or not, but when he winks at me, I can’t hold back a chuckle.

  Yamada smiles, clearly pleased with my lightened mood, and then pushes his sunglasses back up. “Now that’s a killer smile. Let’s go shake it so I can show off that the hottest chick in this place is grinding on me.”

  This man was so not what I was expecting when I imagined coming out here to meet Alexander’s business contact. I guess what I expected was a man that was, well, something more along the lines of my father—an accomplished older man. Instead, I get a younger guy who’s busy twerking in front of me at a crowded pool party.

  I’m not sure I can take this guy seriously when it comes to anything business related, but he seems to be a damn good time. I’m going to have to rethink how I’m going to get in good with this man. For now, I’m going to dance because that seems like what he wants to do.

  Yamada pops up and faces me. “Now that we’re alone, we can talk.”

  I’m still dancing in time to the beat when I ask, “About what?”

  “How long you know King?”

  “Not long, but I’ve always known of him. Manhattan isn’t as big of a place as people think.” I tuck a loose strand of my dark hair behind my ear and figure this is my chance to get a little information too. “You two seem close. How did you meet?”

  “In college,” he answers before doing a spin. “I met him when I came to America to study. He was floored by my awesomeness, and we’ve been friends ever since.”

  “Wow,” I say, honestly surprised. “That’s cool that you two have stayed in touch.”

  He shrugs. “When Yamada makes a friend, it’s for life, and now we’re business partners.”

  We dance for a few more beats before he asks, “You fuck him yet, or does Yamada still have a shot?”

  My mouth drops open and my eyes widen.

  “Aw, shit. You did. I can tell by the look on your face. That’s okay, you’re only the second woman King has ever been able to beat Yamada to.”

  That piques my curiosity. “Who was the other?”

  “Jess,” Yamada answers. “His girlfriend from college. You know, the bitch who screwed him over and broke his heart.”

  I raise my eyebrows. “I didn’t think he had one of those.”

  Yamada tilts his head. “What? A heart?”

  I nod and keep dancing with him.

  He shakes his head in response. “You obviously don’t know him then, because he has one of the biggest hearts I’ve ever seen. I call him a pussy all the time for wearing it on his sleeve like a bitch. He needs to toughen up.”

  Little does Yamada know, Alexander King has done an excellent job of making me, along with most of the women on the Upper East Side, believe that he’s a ruthless prick. I think I know him a little better than Yamada at this point.

  “I think he’s plenty tough. Matter of fact, I think he’s a pompous ass,” I admit.

  Yamada throws his head back in a fit of laughter. “I like you. You and Yamada will get along just fine.”

  I glance over at Alexander, who has found a seat at one of the bars. It’s like I can feel his eyes on me, studying every move I make. I’m positive that pushing him away like I did earlier was the best choice for my sanity, not to mention my heart, but it doesn’t stop my stupid body from being drawn to him. It’s going to be a lot harder to ignore his advances now, especially since I know what it’s like to be with him. It’ll be difficult to turn down those intense promises of pleasure because he does a damn fine job of delivering.

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nbsp; I spend the rest of the afternoon dancing and drinking with Yamada, while my brain works on trying to figure out the complex puzzle that is Alexander King—a puzzle that according to Yamada, I don’t have the first fucking clue about.

  Chapter 11: Round Two

  Alexander

  I lay in the middle bed of this crazy room, trying to relax. I haven’t even had the energy to change out of my board shorts or throw on a shirt. Hanging out at Rehab all day and watching Margo while she pretended I didn’t exist, was fucking brutal. The image of her spread out before me, moaning my name in ecstasy while she came stayed in the forefront of my mind. All I could think about was how much I wanted to experience that again. How I wanted to fuck her again. How I wanted my name on her lips as she loses all control.

  It makes me hard right now just thinking about it.

  But Margo wouldn’t so much as give me the time of day. Instead, she spent the afternoon laughing at every joke Yamada told and ignored me. Even when I asked her a direct question, all I received were short one-word answers.

  It sucks knowing the fact that I’ll probably never have her again, which is completely fucked up considering who I am. I’m Alexander King. I’m not supposed to give a shit about women.

  Perhaps fucking her was a bad idea because it sure as hell didn’t get her off my brain. It did the complete fucking opposite. Now I can’t think of anything else, and it’s driving me insane.

  The only logical thing I could do was drink—drink to forget.

  “Alexander?” Margo’s voice on the other side of the bedroom door pulls me away from my thoughts. “Are you nearly ready to leave for dinner?”

  Fuck. I was out longer than I thought, but I’m still drunk. There’s no way I’ll be able to make it.

  “I’m not going,” I mutter loud enough for her to hear.

  “But, you have to go. Yamada—”

  “Will get over it,” I finish for her. “Call him to cancel.”

  I roll onto my side and close my eyes, but the sound of my door flinging open and Margo’s high heels clicking across the floor causes my eyes to snap open. “Margo? What are you—?”

  Without permission, she leans over the bed, grabs my arm and yanks. “Come on. Get up. You can’t cancel this meeting. I—”

  Quickly I reach out and pull her down on the bed with me, causing her to shriek, not caring a bit if I wrinkle the bright-blue dress she’s wearing. “You what? Need this meeting to try to get to know Yamada better?”

  She squirms in my arms as she pushes against my chest. “Dammit, King, let me go. If you’re not meeting with him, then I will.”

  “It’s not going to work, Margo. You might as well stop trying. Yamada’s my friend. He would never sell out on me. You’re wasting your time.”

  She stops fighting for a split second and stares me in the eye. “I have to at least try. I have to at least go for what I want. Don’t you understand that?”

  Her words resonate with me so much. I’ve lived by the motto of getting what I want for years now. “More than you know.”

  She pushes me away and scrambles out of the bed. “I’m going. With or without you.”

  The clicking of her heels against the marble floor echoes around the room. I don’t know where she thinks she’s going, but she’s not going to meet with my contact alone. No way in hell will I allow that to happen.

  I’m up in a flash, crossing the room, and the second she grabs the door handle, I wrap my fingers around her wrist. “You’re not going anywhere.”

  Her back tenses as I press my chest against it. The feel of the heat of her skin is almost more than I can take. I clutch her hip with my other hand and pull her ass against my cock. I want her to feel how hard I am to show her that I want her again.

  Her head falls back slightly, sending her floral scent swarming around me, and there’s a pant in her voice. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

  I swipe her hair to the side, exposing her smooth flesh, and then whisper in her ear. “I’m your boss, baby. You’ll do as I say.”

  I press my lips against the soft skin under her ear before I playfully nip it, needing desperately for her to give in to me.

  The tension in her body loosens as she leans into me. “Damn you. We can’t . . . You said—”

  I grin, knowing that she’s about to fold. She’s flustered and I’m about to work that to my advantage and not give her a chance to pull herself together and refuse me.

  “Fuck what I said before.” I can no longer resist the urge to taste her. My tongue darts out and I trail a line down from below her ear down to her shoulder. “I need to fuck you. I can’t get the thought of how good your pussy felt wrapped around my cock out of my head.”

  I knead her tit through her blouse, and she whimpers. “I hate what you do to me.”

  “No, you don’t.” I spin her around to face me and then cage her against the wall with my body. “You love it. You crave this just as much as I do, but you won’t allow yourself to admit it.”

  Her breathing picks up speed and her chest heaves. “No.”

  “No?” I raise an eyebrow as I lean in and lick her top lip, causing her to shudder. “If you really meant that, then you wouldn’t react so much when I touch you.”

  “You’re such an egotistical asshole,” she murmurs, but I can tell it’s just her defense mechanism in full effect trying to fucking fight me tooth and nail.

  “Come on, Margo.” I reach down, grabbing behind her right knee, and hitch it around my hip. “I’m damn good at everything I do. Besides, being cocky is part of my charm. You know I’m the best lay you’ve ever had.”

  My heart thunders in my chest. She fits against me perfectly. I slide my hands down her back and rest them on her hips, where they rest so comfortably it’s like they were made for my hands to hold on to. I have to have her again—experience the feeling of euphoria one more time.

  My cock is rock hard in my shorts and it’s driving me out of my mind knowing that only two thin pieces of fabric are holding me back from fucking Margo’s brains out right here against this door. I grind myself against her and her mouth drops open.

  I reach between us and stroke her clit through the silk panties she’s wearing. “Mmm. So wet. This makes my mouth fucking water.”

  “What are you doing to me?” She moans. “I’m usually in control.”

  “That’s what makes this exciting—letting go. No matter how much you try to fight it, you want me inside you just as much as I want to be there. Look at how your body reacts.” I apply more pressure as I continue my slow teasing circles that won’t bring her anywhere near climax. Her head falls back and bumps against the door as her fingers grip my biceps so tight I’m sure her nails will leave imprints.

  “Alexander . . .” There’s a plea in her voice. “We shouldn’t. This is wrong.”

  I lean in so close that I can feel the warmth of her breath on my face. “Nothing about pleasure is wrong, Margo. I know that you hate me, but say yes to this. I need to have you at least one more time and then, I swear, I’ll never ask again.”

  She bites her bottom lip as she debates my request while I continue to work my thumb against her. She won’t be able to say no to this—say no to me.

  Margo moans and then licks her lips. “This changes nothing between us. We are still enemies, and I plan to find a way to get my father’s company back from you.”

  A grin spreads across my face as I realize that I’ve won. “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t try.”

  My eyes drift down to her pouty lips and then back up to refocus on her gaze. There’s hesitation in her eyes mixed with a hint of lust.

  My fingertips find their way to her face, where they trace the smooth skin along her jaw. My cock throbs in anticipation. This woman seems to have that effect on me. “Margo—”

  “Just shut up and kiss me before I change my mind,” she whispers.

  She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I crush my lips into hers and my hands frantica
lly begin to unzip her dress.

  We shouldn’t be doing this. We both know it. This . . . it’s not good for business, but I just can’t seem to fucking help myself. I’ve never wanted a woman so much that I was willing to throw all the fucking rules out the window just to have her. It’s like none of it matters—everything I’ve worked for—when I’m around her. She drives me out of my mind with that smart mouth of hers—the way she stands up to me and tells me exactly what’s on her mind. She’s upfront—that’s a trait to be admired because it’s rarely seen anymore.

  “Fuck. I want you,” I tell her before I shove the dress off her shoulders and it falls in a pool around her feet. I deepen our kiss, loving the delicious taste. “So fucking bad it hurts.”

  My hungry eyes trail over every inch of her body. The black bra and matching satin panties are almost more than I can handle. I need them off.

  Now.

  When I unhook her bra, her puckered nipples rub against my solid chest. It makes me even more eager now that she’s pressed against me. I don’t think I can take my time with her. I want her too much. Without permission, I rip the thin fabric and toss it to the floor before I go back to attacking her lips. I fully expect Margo to yell at me for destroying yet another pair of her underwear, but she doesn’t. She’s just as caught up in this kiss as I am and only responds by shoving my shorts down. My cock springs free and it presses against her bare flesh. Margo throws her hands into my hair and holds me in place as our tongues tangle together.

  I knew she wanted this just as much as I do.

  Margo whimpers as my finger finds her swollen clit again for a moment before it glides inside her. “Mmm, you’re so turned on. Feeling just how ready you are makes me want to fuck you hard and fast.”

  She groans as I work my finger in and out of her. “Alexander . . .”

  I love hearing my name spill from her lips. It’s nearly enough to cause me to blow my load on the spot. I can’t believe how fucking turned on I am from just knowing that I’m making her body feel so good.