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Chapter 73:

The feel of his fingertips caressing her spine was the first thing she sensed when she opened her eyes in the morning. She was laying on his bare chest with her hands pressed against his hard muscles. His touch was gentle, almost feathery, yet it caused her to moan groggily.

“Morning.”

“Morning,” his deep voice vibrated under her.

She lifted her head, clasped her hands over his chest, and rested her chin on them as she looked at him with a soft smile on her face. He pushed her hair away from her face and spoke fondly to her, “I didn’t think you’d stay asleep for this long.”

“You wore me out,” she giggled.

“That I did,” he smiled seductively as he pulled her over to him so he could kiss her. They made out for a few minutes before he pulled back and whispered against her lips, “What do you say we step into the shower and finish what we started?”

“It depends,” she whispered before she brushed her lips against his a couple of more times. “What time is it?”

“Almost eleven.”

She sat up instantly, “You’re kidding!”

“Is there a problem?” He asked, confused.

“Yes, I promised Stacey I’d go over certain forms before Monday,” she rushed to explain as she began scanning the floor for her clothes.

“How important are they?”

She marched towards the bathroom while shouting an answer, “Considering the fact that I’m coming late on Monday, very important.”

He sat up and waited for her to come back after she disappeared into the bathroom. When she finally showed up, he immediately asked, “What’s gonna keep you from getting to your office on time on Monday?”

She picked up her bra and glared at him, “Seriously, are we gonna go over this again?”

Alec rolled his eyes, “Right, the old man. You know, you could tell him you’re busy. He’ll understand.”

“What kind of an impression would I leave him with if I went back on my word?”

“Sweetheart, you’re the reason his son is alive,” he tried to explain. “I bet you could do no wrong in his eyes.”

“I’m nervous enough as it is. Don’t make it worse,” she replied as she struggled to put her bra on.

“You said you were not nervous about meeting him.”

“Not your kind of nervous, my kind of nervous,” she shot back.

“Fine, have something to eat at least.”

“No, I’ll call an uber and go back home.”

“I’ll drive you,” he offered.

“Then get dressed,” she demanded as she continued her failed attempt to get her undergarments on.

He sighed, walked over to where she was standing and turned her around. She was about to protest when she realized that he wanted to help her with the clasps, so she let him. The moment he snapped them in place, she tried to go fetch her dress from the living room, but he held her arm and pulled her back. She bumped against his chest and frowned at him.

“I need to find my underwear.”

“You have to eat something,” he simply stated.

“I’m not hungry.”

“I’m not sending you back home on an empty stomach. I know you. You’ll go work on the forms for God knows how long, and you’ll completely forget to eat.”

She knitted her brows at him, “You’re being unreasonable. How could someone forget to eat?!”

“I was hoping you could answer this question for me one day,” he muttered as he dragged her all the way to the bed and sat her down. She started protesting, but he grabbed his laptop, flipped it open, and scanned his fingerprint so he could log her in.

“She sent them to your email, didn’t she?” He asked while he waited for the device to log him in.

Lesly nodded hesitantly.

He handed her the laptop, “Then you can work on them until I make you something to eat.”

She was reluctant about accepting his solution, but then she looked at him and realized that she would be fighting a losing battle, so she placed the laptop on the nightstand and began her attempt to access her email. She was completely oblivious to what he was doing until she felt a soft t-shirt drop over her head. She picked it up and looked at him in confusion.

“Put it on,” he instructed simply, “Otherwise, I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.”

She looked him up and down slowly. He had already put a pair of shorts on when he went to fetch the t-shirt for her, but he was still shirtless. She redirected her gaze at the screen and muttered, “You should follow your own advice.”

He chuckled and picked one of the shirts that were draped over the chair to put it on. When he was done, he took one quick glance at her and found her struggling with pulling the t-shirt over her head with her eyes fixed on the screen and one hand hovering over the keyboard. He smiled at the scene, grabbed his phone and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. He began checking it for messages while pulling out different ingredients from the fridge. Aside from the usual work messages that he normally received, he found a couple from Emma and his friend Greg who notified him that he was coming over to dinner as well. It was not out of the ordinary for Greg to be invited. After all, he was the buffer needed in order for things to remain peaceful between him and the old man.

Alec decided to go for an omelet for breakfast. He wanted to go for something else, but seeing how Lesly was in a rush to leave, he thought it better to go for a simpler dish. As expected, it did not take him long to finish preparing the omelets. He plated them on a dish, toasted some bread and added some butter on the counter in case Lesly wanted any. Then he poured coffee into two mugs and called on Lesly to come.

She emerged a minute later while she was trying to put her arms into the shirt he gave her. Appearently, she had worn it backwards and was trying to fix it. Alec could not help but notice the strange look on her face after she sat down and stared at the food. He chose not to say anything, but when he saw her reach for a toasted piece of bread and munch on it and nothing else, he became curious, “Something wrong?”

“No,” she answered in a low voice. “I told you I’m not hungry.”

“You sure? You look pale.”

“I’m a bit queasy and I have a nasty headache. It must be the alcohol,” she tried to explain.

“You were fine when you woke up. Besides, you didn’t drink much last night.”

“I have low tolerance to alcohol. What I drank last night was more than what I would usually go for.”

“So you’re gonna keep munching on a dry piece of toast?”

“I’m sorry,” she answered apologetically. “I know you went through the trouble of making breakfast, but I really can’t bring myself to eat anything else right now.”

He gave her another one of his unnerving looks, but eventually he gave in, “Fine, you have to promise you’ll eat something later, okay?”

“Alright.”

He knew she would forget all about it, which was why he made a mental note to call her later and reminder her to eat. As expected, she finished munching on her toast before he was done with his meal, grabbed her dress from the living room, and went into his bedroom. She came out dressed a minute later with his laptop in her hands and requested a fingerprint scan so she could go back to work while he finished eating. He complied and watched her as she blindly sat at the counter and continued working on the forms while she sipped on coffee. When he was done, he got dressed and notified her that they were ready to leave. She saved her work, flipped his laptop shut and grabbed her purse before she left the flat with him.

Traffic was not bad. He managed to get her there before twelve. She was about to leave the car when she suddenly remembered to ask him something, “What time are you gonna get to the lake house?”

“Well, I have to meet someone to discuss an urgent matter, so maybe seven or eight.”

He noticed an anxious look on her face and sought to reassure her, “I can call the old man and say that you’re coming with me. You don’t have to have his driver pick you up at five.”

“No, that’s fine. If he picks me up at five, it means I’ll get there at six forty-five or seven. He said Emma will help me settle into a room. It should take from about half an hour to an hour. You should be there by then, right?” She noticed the smile on his face and frowned at him, “What?”

“You really are nervous, aren’t you?”

“I wasn’t,” she emphasized, “until you made a big fuss about meeting him.”

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled. “You know there’s always the option to just come with me.”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I already told your dad that I’m okay with having his driver pick me up,” she explained.

“You are aware that you’ll show up either way,” he tried to point out.

“But a bit later than we agreed.”

“It’s no problem. You told him you’d come, and you will.”

“Again, no,” she declined while searching her purse for something.

“Now you’re just being stubborn.”

“I don’t have time to argue with you,” she responded before she fished her flat’s keys out of her purse.

“You don’t have to push yourself. I’ll handle the old man.”

“There’s no pushing, shoving or jostling involved. I told him I’d come early, and I intend to keep my word.”

“I wanna know what difference would it make to show up an hour or two later?”

She gave him a look of exasperation and realized that he was amused beyond words, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Enjoying what?” He asked innocently.

“Arguing…See this is proof that what I was saying last night is true. You do have a type.”

“I don’t.”

“You do, and before you say anything,” she raised her hand to keep him from dragging this argument for a bit longer, “I need to remind you that I’m in a hurry.”

“Is this how you plan to end this discussion?”

She was about to leave the car when he asked her this question, so she sighed and slammed the car door shut one more time before she looked at him. He still had a smug expression on his face that exasperated her to no end, so she grabbed his shirt, pulled him towards her and kissed him senseless. When she pulled back, she spoke to him in a low seductive voice, “Just so you know, this is how I plan to win every argument.”

He smiled at her, “That’s not fair.”

“Get used to it,” she whispered against his lips before she gave him a quick peck.

Her phone began ringing just then, causing her to direct her attention to her purse. She was planning on picking the call, leaving the car and resolving whatever matter she was being called about as she walked to her apartment, but Alec stopped her.

“Lesly.”

“Yes?” She responded. Her gaze was fixed on the ringing phone she just fished out of her purse.

“Did you forget something?”

She glanced at him in confusion and found him holding something in his hand with a devious grin on his face. It took her a few seconds to realize what he was showing her.

It was her panties!

She immediately snatched them from him before anyone saw them, causing him to laugh.

“I looked everywhere for them earlier,” she whispered in mortification as if people could hear her. “You told me you didn’t see them either!”

“Well, they weren’t anywhere in the apartment,” he responded, amused.

“Where were they then?”

“In the car,” he pointed out. “You forgot that you took them off here last night.”

“You forgot, too.”

“I was focused on something else,” he smiled seductively. “Besides, you can’t blame me for losing my mind. I like it when you’re in control.”

“Is that so?” she arched an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but I like it more when you’re writhing beneath me,” he whispered before he leaned down to kiss her.

“I gathered as much,” she kissed him back.

They exchanged a few kisses before she pulled back. “Well, I have to go now.”

He smiled affectionately, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” She brushed her lips against his one last time before she stepped out of the car, waved goodbye and went into the building.

Lesly thought she would finally have the peace and quiet she needed to finish her task on time once she got to her apartment. However, the moment she got in, she almost had a heart attack when she heard Michaela greet her.

She clasped her hand over her chest and leaned against the door in shock, “The hell are you doing here?!”

The redhead blinked in confusion a couple of times. “Did I scare you?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I ran out of flour, so I came to borrow some,” Michaela explained innocently. “I knocked and knocked. When I heard no answer, I used the spare key you gave me to get in.”

“Well, don’t scare me like that again!” Lesly said as she straightened up and walked towards her room. The wry look on Michaela’s face was not missed. Lesly wanted to pretend to have not noticed it, but the redhead followed her into the bedroom immediately.

“You know, I never thought I’d live to see the day you do the walk of shame,” Michaela joked mischievously. “I take it your date went well?”

“It did,” Lesly answered casually, fully intending on ignoring what her friend said before she asked her question.

“Care to share the details?”

“No,” Lesly responded simply before she took her coat and heels off.

“How about some pancakes in return?”

Lesly crossed her arms over her chest and gave her friend an exasperated look. The redhead took the hint, rolled her eyes and muttered, “Fine, we won’t talk about it.”

“Thank you,” Lesly smiled victoriously.

“You will drop by though?” Michaela asked with an expectant look.

“I’m sorry, hon. I’m not hungry. Plus, I have a lot of forms to go through.”

“You already had breakfast?”

“Technically,” Lesly answered almost absent mindedly as she took some clean clothes out of the dresser in preparation for a quick shower.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

The dark-haired woman paused and looked at her friend in confusion, “Nothing. Forget I said anything.”

“Come on, you love my pancakes. What did Alec feed you that’s better than my pancakes?”

“Hon, I really can’t,” Lesly apologized again. “I was so queasy this morning that the only thing I managed to eat was a dry piece of toast.”

The moment Lesly said that, she regretted it. Michaela had a look of concern on her face. Lesly immediately rushed to rectify the situation, “It’s the alcohol. Don’t make a big deal out of it. I drank more than usual last night.”

It was too late. The redhead would not let go. She crossed her arms over her chest and asked with a serious expression on her face, “How long have you been feeling this way?”

“Not too long ago,” Lesly replied dismissively.

“I don’t think alcohol is the problem.”

“And you’re so sure of this because…?”

“Because you had the same problem a couple of days ago when I suggested we have lunch together. You were so queasy you didn’t eat anything.”

“It’s nothing, believe me,” Lesly tried to reason.

“Something is clearly wrong. You’re pale…”

“That’s because I haven’t been able to eat anything,” the dark-haired woman quickly interrupted. “It’s nothing new. You know me. There are days when I don’t crave food at all. Please don’t make a big deal out of it.”

Michaela stared at Lesly stubbornly for a few seconds. Then she asked, “How’s your sleep?”

“Better than ever.”

“So you have been getting more sleep than usual?”

“Yes.”

“But you still feel like you haven’t gotten enough?”

Lesly sighed, “I usually feel this way when my digestive system shuts down. You know that.”

The redhead took a couple of steps towards her friend and examined her closely. “When was the last time you got your period?”

Lesly shrugged, “It should be any day now, but you know that my period has always been irregular.”

Michaela arched an eyebrow suspiciously, “Even with birth control pills?”

Lesly did not like where the discussion was going, “Your point?”

“You missed a couple of those when you and Alec were separated, haven’t you? Or maybe you did not start a new pack right away?”

Lesly shook her head slowly as the anxious feeling began creeping back in. “Michaela, please don’t say it. This is the last thing I want on my mind today.”

“I’m sorry, hon, but you need to consider the possibility.”

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