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A Tender Confession

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I apologize it took me so long to update. Things have been more hectic than usual lately and I barely found the time to sit and write. I hope you enjoy this update.

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Chapter 43:

Emma woke up to overwhelming regret over the way she carried herself the night before. It did not take her long to comprehend the serious repercussions of her talk with Lesly. She was mad at her brother, so mad in fact that she could not think straight. Her brother kept his identity hidden for a reason. She knew that and she knew perfectly well how important it was to keep it a secret because she had experienced firsthand what it meant to be the daughter of Victor Lang.

After Lesly left her room, her brother had an honest talk with her about everything that had been bothering her. His tone was softer than when she first showed up and his attitude was definitely laxer than she had anticipated. He explained everything to her, told her that he was doing everything within his power to fix the mess their father created. The only thing he needed her to do was to be a bit patient until he got the matter sorted.

He also spoke to her about Lesly. He told her who she actually was, but Emma had already figured it out the moment she heard him call her name. The way he had kept so much from the dark-haired woman was definitely not something she approved of, but Emma understood why it had to be done. He assured her that he would reveal everything when the time was right, but it was vital right now to not alert her to who he was because he could not predict how Lesly was going to respond.

It had been an hour since Emma woke up, but she could not bring herself to leave her bed. Alec had knocked on her door earlier, possibly to check on her, but she pretended to be asleep. She was hoping that he would leave the apartment and go somewhere, but seeing how it was the weekend, it was highly unlikely that he would, especially since he had her at home now. He was awfully protective, much more than her dad, in fact, yet for some reason, she found herself seeking him out whenever her clashes with her dad became unbearable.

Another knock was heard, followed by Alec’s commanding voice.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.”

Emma sat straight and contemplated responding. She eventually decided that it was inescapable and chose to answer him this time.

“I’m up.”

“Good. Don’t take too long to come out. The food will get cold.”

Emma said nothing. She stood up and shuffled towards the bathroom in order to wash her face and brush her teeth. Then she grabbed an old fuzzy robe that she had left in the closet ages ago and put it on before she made her way towards the door to her room. Her hand hovered over the knob before she gently got it open.

The sound of Lesly giggling was the first thing she heard. She was slicing some fruits on a ceramic plate and placing the pieces on a different plate. Her brother was standing behind her. He had his arm wrapped around the woman’s slender waist and was whispering something into her ear. Emma could see how flushed Lesly’s cheeks became as he continued speaking into her ear. Eventually, the dark-haired woman snatched a whole strawberry from the plate and shoved it into his mouth to shut him up. He apparently had more to say but was distracted when he finally noticed his younger sister walking out of her room hesitantly to join them.

“You’ve finally decided to leave your cave.”

“I didn’t have a choice thanks to your incessant knocking,” Emma answered as she took a seat at the counter.

“Glad to know it worked. I was close to giving up.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Emma said dismissively.

“Hungry?” Lesly asked as she poured a glass of orange juice for Emma.

“I don’t have much of an appetite.”

“Not even pancakes?” Lesly inquired as she pushed the glass of orange juice towards the young woman.

Emma shook her head.

Alec grabbed the plate of pancakes Lesly had fixed earlier and placed it in front of Emma. The young woman examined the plate in front of her before she gave her brother a quizzical look.

“You should try them,” Alec instructed. “Lesly is an amazing cook.”

Emma glanced at Lesly who was busy getting a coffee refill and decided to eat some so as not to be rude. She was about to dig into her pancakes when Alec’s phone began ringing. He grabbed his coffee mug and attempted to excuse himself.

“Ladies, duty calls,” he announced with a sigh.

He kissed the top of Lesly’s head. Then he ruffled Emma’s hair on his way to his bedroom. The two women were left alone in the kitchen. Lesly approached Emma and rested her elbows on the counter before she spoke to her.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, thank you for asking.”

“I take it your talk with your brother last night went well.”

“It did.”

“See? I told you he’d come around.”

Emma smiled and redirected her focus to her plate. It looked heavenly, especially with the sliced fruits on the side, but there was one thing missing. She looked at Lesly and wondered if she should ask her for the one thing that would make the dish perfect, but then she decided against it.

“Something wrong?” Lesly asked.

“No, it’s just that I had this crazy idea to have some chocolate and hazelnut spread with my pancakes. Knowing my brother, I think I might be asking for the impossible.”

Lesly had a glint in her eyes. She placed her mug on the counter and glanced in the direction of Alec’s room before she walked towards one of the bottom cabinets. She leaned down, opened it up and reached deep into the cabinet before she pulled a small jar out.

Emma was surprised. “No way!”

“He doesn’t know about my secret stash,” Lesly explained with a hint of amusement as she grabbed a spoon and handed both the jar and the spoon to Emma.

Emma was ecstatic. “I didn’t think he’d nag you too.”

“You have no idea. At first, I didn’t care, but when I noticed that the lectures got longer every time he saw me eat something that he didn’t believe any human should consume, I began to dread them.”

“I know how you feel,” Emma giggled as she scooped a spoonful of the spread onto her plate.

The young woman finished every bit of her pancakes as she continued to chat with Lesly. Her cheerful disposition gradually began to take over. It was something that Lesly never thought she would see this soon, especially after what happened the night before. She was a good kid. She was also quite intelligent and very mature for someone her age. The more Lesly spoke to her, the more it became obvious how similar she was to her brother.

“Thank you, Lesly. The pancakes were great.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Emma watched the dark-haired woman in silence as she took her plate and placed it with the other dirty dishes in the sink. Her mind was occupied with how she could fix the mistake she made the night before when she had that short talk with Lesly. She wanted Lesly to know that she said what she said because she was mad and that she never meant to disparage her brother like that.

“Lesly.”

“Yes?”

“About our talk last night…,” she began hesitantly, “I didn’t mean what I said.”

“I know.”

Emma continued to watch Lesly as she washed one dish after another. Her mind wandered to the way her brother was smiling earlier as he wrapped an arm around her. She had never seen him this happy before. He did smile quite often, but it was never this genuine and warm. Emma knew how troubled he had become ever since the incident and Francis’ death. She knew he blamed himself and knew that everything about the experience was hellish in every sense of the word. She knew about his past addiction to painkillers and his reoccurring ‘episodes’ which would normally be triggered whenever something randomly reminded him of what happened. For the first time in years, he seemed at peace.

Before she realized it, Emma voiced her thought. “He seems happy…”

Lesly was drying her hands with a towel. She paused and looked at Emma questioningly, “Your brother?”

“Yes.”

“He wasn’t happy before?”

“Not this happy.” Emma shook her head. “Trust me, I’ve seen the other women he’s been with before.”

Lesly’s curiosity was piqued. She had a mischievous grin as she asked, “What sort of women did he date?”

“I don’t like to judge, but dad calls them vain, dull air-heads.”

Lesly barely managed to suppress a laugh. “Your dad seems like quite a character.”

“Oh he is. I’m sure my brother told you how my dad and I don’t get along, but you should see how the two of them interact. Pure comedy. It could get frustrating at times, but laughter is guaranteed.”

Lesly could not help but laugh at the remark. “Thank you for telling me, Emma.” Her expression softened as she continued. “If you must know, I’m happy too.”

“You are?”

“He’s the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Emma smiled warmly at Lesly, “I’m sure he feels the same way.”

Lesly smiled back and continued chatting with the young woman as the two of them waited for Alec to join them again. When it did not seem likely that he would leave his bedroom any time soon, Lesly peered into its direction and wondered out loud. “What’s taking him so long?”

“Probably a call from our old man. It’s highly likely that the two of them are trying to figure out what to do with me next,” Emma commented unenthusiastically as she fished her phone from the pocket of her robe.

“I’m sure it’s not that bad,” Lesly responded sympathetically.

“Well, whatever it is, I’m not ready to deal with it yet.”

“Emma…”

“Please tell him I’ve gone back to bed. I’m exhausted, and I really can’t tolerate dad’s shenanigans right now.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll go talk to him.”

Lesly left Emma with her smart device and walked towards Alec’s room. She found him scrolling through something on his phone with a frown on his face. Thinking that he needed some privacy for some work-related issue, she gently shut the door behind her and asked him if everything is okay.

“Everything is fine,” he said with the same frown plastered to his face.

“What’s with the frown then?”

“This is the face I have whenever I talk to the old man.”

“Your dad called?”

“Yes, he’s sending someone to pick Emma up.”

“This soon?”

“I talked to her about it yesterday. He agreed to relax some of his rules and extend her curfew against my advice.”

“You’re against it. Why am I not surprised?” Lesly muttered sarcastically.

“Don’t tell her that. I can’t handle her nagging this early in the morning. I’d rather focus my energy on something else right now,” he said to her as he kept his eyes glued to his phone.

“Like what?” Lesly asked with curiosity.

Alec was about to answer her, but when he lifted his head and saw her, he changed his mind. The tie around her robe was getting loose, revealing the low neckline of her silk nightgown. He threw his phone on the bed and took a couple of steps towards her. His hand immediately began working on the loose knot as he spoke in a deep low voice.

“Have you had time to consider what I suggested earlier?” He asked as he slid the robe down her arms and allowed it to drop to the floor.

Lesly got flustered instantly when she recalled the words he whispered into her ear and all the dark ungodly things he promised he would do to her. She tried to pull away, but he lifted her up and pinned her against the wall for support before he began kissing her neck.

“Alec, you had me this morning,” her voice came out breathless at the feel of his lips on her neck and the memory of the wild sex they had in the shower earlier.

“So?”

“It was only an hour ago.” She inhaled sharply when he pulled one strap of her nightgown down and began rubbing a nipple.

“That wasn’t enough.”

“Your sister is outside.”

“She’s probably too distracted with her phone to notice anything.”

“You can’t be serious,” she tried to reason as she wiggled out of his hold.

Alec was amused. He kept his arms braced on the wall behind her as he watched her pull the strap of her thin silk gown back up again. “Sweetheart, these walls are thick.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive. The neighbors would have complained if they weren’t,” he calmly explained with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

He smiled seductively at her and leaned down to whisper against her ear, “You can be quite expressive.”

He couldn’t see her face because he was nibbling on her earlobe now, but he could tell that she was mortified. It was confirmed when she pushed him away so they could focus on the discussion they were having.

“Is it really that…noticeable?”

“Very much so, especially that one time in the living room when things got so heated up that we had sex on the floor.” He leaned down further until his lips were an inch away from hers and continued with the same seductive smile. “I still remember every little detail about that night, Lesly…your taste, your scent, that sweet voice of yours as you told me how you wanted me to touch you, kiss you, caress you…Remember when you told me you wanted me to…”

She covered his mouth with her hand before he got to continue, causing him to chuckle. She knew which episode he was talking about. It was the one and only time he took things so slow that he made her writhe beneath him. Unable to put up with the sweet torture anymore, she begged him to do things that she never knew she wanted to have done to her.

Alec was still smiling deviously as he watched her search her mind for something to say. The bastard was having fun at her expense. Eventually she threw her hands out in exasperation. Her voice came out low in mortification.

“I swear it’s like you’re intentionally trying to force it out of me.”

“I can’t help it,” he whispered against her lips. “I love that about you. It’s a major turn-on.”

He crushed his lips against hers and kissed her long and hard until the two of them were out of breath. His hands forced her nightgown down her arms and over her hips until it slipped to the floor. Then he took a step back in order to admire the sight of her. Lesly was talking to him, but he had no idea what she was saying as he remained mesmerized by her nude form.

“Alec!” Lesly demanded his attention when she noticed that he was not paying attention.

Having finally registered what she had just told him, he walked to the door, opened it and noticed that his sister was no longer in the kitchen. Alec shut the door again, locked it with the key and directed his attention to Lesly again.

“See? I told you her phone would keep her distracted. She went back to her room.”

“But…”

His mouth covered hers before he picked her up and took her to his bed. Lesly bit her lip to keep from moaning so loudly, but the things he was doing to her made it insanely difficult for her to follow that thought. Alec realized what was happening and tried to reassure her.

“Let it out, baby. I need to hear it.”

It was pure ecstasy. She did not think that he would follow through with all the erotic things he promised, but he took his time and drove her insane. It was never her intention to allow herself to scream or moan so loudly, but she could not keep it in when he was stroking the fire inside of her like that. She could tell that she had the same effect on him because by the time he was inside her, he could barely take it slow or keep it gentle.

“Am I hurting you?” He asked. His voice was gruff with need.

“No,” she barely managed to say.

“I’ll stop if I’m hurting you.”

“Don’t you dare stop!” She moaned loudly as her legs wrapped tightly around him.

“God you feel so good,” he groaned before he claimed her lips for one carnal kiss that drove the two of them mad with lust.

Lesly felt herself close to becoming undone. She wrapped her arms around him and found herself screaming his name. “Alec…oh God, Alec…”

Her cry of release triggered his climax and he found himself severely overwhelmed by it. He never experienced anything similar to that before, not with anyone. Sex with Lesly was different. It robbed him of his sense of restraint and left him completely at her mercy. Alec lifted himself up and stared down at her. He smiled when he noticed how content she was. She placed a palm on the side of his face and stared deep into his eyes. He did not realize how flushed he was until he felt her somewhat cool hand against his face.

“I’m sorry. I lost control for a moment. Did I hurt you?” He asked tenderly.

“No,” she said softly with a smile. “You’d never hurt me.”

Alec leaned down and kissed her gently. Her hands cradled his face as his tongue lightly caressed hers. He noticed her sigh of content and kept on kissing her for a couple of more minutes before he got up and went to the bathroom.

Lesly sat straight and hugged the duvet to her chest as she watched him disappear into the bathroom. She began recalling everything Emma told her about him and how he seemed happier with her. Hearing his sister say that to her made her feel glad that she was able to help him deal with his demons just as much as he had helped her deal with hers. At that moment, it felt like he was the one person she was meant to spend the rest of her life with. It scared her to even consider the thought before, but now she felt more assured than ever.

Alec emerged minutes later with a pair of sweatpants on. She smiled instantly when she saw him. He walked towards her, sat on her side of the bed, and braced an arm on the headboard as he leaned towards her.

“What are you thinking?” He asked as he tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Nothing.”

“I know that look. Something is brewing in there,” he said jokingly as he tapped a finger on the side of her head.

“If you must know…”

“Uh-huh” He arched an eyebrow in suspicion.

“There’s something I want to say to you,” she explained hesitantly.

“What is it?”

Lesly did not know how to speak the words she had been wanting to say for so long. She wrapped her arms around his neck. Then she took them away before she linked them behind his neck again. She tried to keep her eyes focused on his next, but this made the task of telling him what she wanted to say a bit difficult. His piercing blue eyes always made her lose her train of thoughts whenever they were focused undividedly on her like that.

Alec watched what she was doing with interest. It was amusing beyond words which was why he did not rush her or encourage her to talk to him in any way. He wanted to see how long it would take her before she finally summoned the nerve to talk. He figured that she wanted to ask him a question or suggest something that she knew he would argue with her about. He began looking forward to those outrageous requests of hers because lately every time they argued, their argument would always end up in hot wild sex.

Alec began stroking her bare arm. His smile deepened when he noticed the goosebumps his touch was eliciting. “Sweetheart, what do you want to say?”

“I need a minute.” Lesly frowned.

“Take all the time you need.”

He resumed the task of stroking her arm. His mind wandered to all the possible things she might want to ask him or suggest to him. That was why it totally took him by surprise when she finally spoke.

“I love you.”

Alec froze. He was not sure whether he heard her right or not. Her voice was low, but it was not so low that he would mishear the words. He looked at her questioningly and hoped that she would say it again.

“I love you,” she repeated. This time her voice was louder than before.

“Say that again,” he commanded in a gruff voice.

“I love you,” she said shyly.

He was frowning now. It totally infuriated her. She wanted to reprimand him for putting her on the spot like that, but before she got to the task, he grabbed her chin and covered her mouth with his. There was so much passion and desire in that kiss that she barely kept up with him. She thought they were done with the physical intimacy for the day, but her speaking those words to him made him want to show her exactly what that moment meant to him.

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