My heart pounds in my chest as I debate on whether or not to open the door. How did he find me? The contract Evelyn signed. Of course. But isn't it illegal for him to use that information to hunt me down?
The Billionaires Club called my phone a few times after I left. Then when I didn't answer, they called Evelyn, and she told them I had an emergency and had to cut my stay short. I figured that was the end of it. Apparently not. Why is he here though?
As my brain works on overload, my body rushes with a need that makes me absolutely furious with myself. He looks as gorgeous as ever. Perfectly styled short brown hair, serious pale blue eyes, sharp business suit concealing a ripped body beneath. If I don't answer the door, I'll likely never see him again, and though I tell myself that's what I truly want, my hand unbolts the lock anyway, announcing my presence.
“What do you want?” I practically spit at him the second I open the door.
“Tessa,” his voice is silky smooth, and the smile he gives me would melt the panties off of any women. I feel my own body awaken from it, and I hate myself for it.
“Go away.” I scowl at him, thinking about slamming the door in his face. That would be a bit dramatic though, and I doubt he'd put up with it. If I did that, he'd just leave. I'd never find out why he came in the first place.
“That's not a very pleasant way to greet me.” His lips sink into something between a pout and a frown. Damn he looks delicious. My eyes zero in on his mouth, thinking about how much I want to kiss it. Then I remember his wife, and all the desire fades away.
“What are you doing here?” I cross my arms over my chest defensively.
“I came here to see you. The resort told me you had an emergency and had to leave.”
“I did have an emergency.” I was fucking a married man, and I didn't even know it. That counts as an emotional emergency in my book.
“Is everything alright?” He glances past me into the apartment as if whatever caused me to leave is inside with me.
“Everything is fine now,” my voice is sharp and full of disdain.
“I've missed you so much,” he sighs in relief, taking a step forward, and I instinctively move back. It's natural for the prey to flee from the predator. And he's very much a predator to my body and heart.
“Save it.” I look away from him.
“I don't understand. I thought you wanted to see me outside of The Billionaires Club.”
“That was before I found out you were married, you lying piece of shit.” All of my anger boils to the surface, and I almost can't believe what I'm saying to him. You'd think we'd been dating for a long time, and I just found out he was cheating on me.
“What did I lie about?” Now he's the defensive one, furrowing his eyebrows at me.
“You have a fucking wife,” I say, feeling the surge of negative emotion overtaking me.
“Who told you that?” I can't tell if he's offended or angry that I found out.
“Does it matter?”
“To me, yes. I don't particularly like people spreading rumors about me.”
“I saw her. That day down in the lobby. She was waiting for you. I heard her say it,” I lie, trying to see if he'll break down and confess.
His jaw tightens. “She's my ex-wife. We're divorced.”
“I don't believe you.”
“Would you like for me to call her and confirm it for you?” He pulls out his phone, and my eyes widen in surprise. Would he really call her just to prove to me that he's not married? It seems so unreal.
Part of me wants to tell him yes, but that seems horribly childish. “No. Don't bother her. I'm sure it would make her day to know you're fucking other people.”
“She's my ex. I doubt she cares.” He shrugs and puts the phone back in his jacket pocket. “You know, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the last time I saw you. I was so worried about you, and you wouldn't answer your phone. That's why I decided to come here.” He peers inside the apartment again. “Moving?”
“Yeah.” I cast a glance back at the empty living room. “Looks like you showed up in the nick of time. In a few more days, I'll be out of here permanently.”
“I guess it was good timing then.”
When I turn my gaze back towards him, he's staring down at me with the same seductive intensity from The Billionaires Club. Suddenly, I feel small and weak and something else. My emotions are a blurry mess. I'm embarrassed and angry and . . . wanton. Oh so wanton.
“So, are you going to invite me in?” He nods toward the living room.
“I don't think that's such a good idea.” I know what he wants, and I want it too, but I'm conflicted. Even if that woman wasn't really his wife, I don't feel like I can trust him. Then again, he did come all this way just to see me.
“I've never had a better idea.” He steps forward, placing one of his hands on my waist, and desire shoots straight through me as if his fingers are electric. I want him against me. Need him inside of me. Hunger to peel that suit from his body and feel him between my legs.
He knows he has me. I watch his tongue trace lightly over his lips, and my mouth parts in anticipation. He doesn't disappoint, leaning down to kiss me. When our lips touch, it's like I'm melting right into him. The softness of his mouth intoxicates me, the taste of him. Just being in his arms awakens something deep inside of me. Something better left asleep.
“You taste so sweet,” he whispers into my mouth as he backs me up into the apartment. I'm beyond the point of resisting him. He's in full control now, and he takes it, walking me just inside the door before he presses me against the wall and slides his hand up the front of my blouse.
I moan as he greedily shoves his hand under the cup of my bra and grasps my already hard nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingertips. My hips buck against him, and my body presses into his arousal. At the feel of it, he grips me tighter, deepening the kiss. We're claiming each other with such ferocity that there's barely enough time to breath. All of my fears and doubts melt away, and I give myself over to desire.
“I want to fuck you so badly,” he growls as he kisses his way to my ear to nibble on my earlobe. “My body can't handle being without you.”
His words are fuel to the fire burning inside of me. I fumble with the buttons on his suit jacket. The buttons on his dress shirt are a lot more resistant, and it takes everything in me not to rip it open. God how I've missed this. Far more than I realized.
“You want to fuck me, don't you?” he purrs as he slides his other hand up my shirt and pulls the cups of my bra down with both hands, causing my breasts to spill out. His fingers knead into my flesh, his thick manhood pressing between my legs. I curse myself for wearing jeans. If I was in a skirt, we could already be fucking.
“Yes,” I groan shamelessly as he brushes his lips across my jawline. I'm so wet for him that I can feel it seeping into my underwear. I'm going to be embarrassed when he actually pulls them off and sees what his presence has done to me.
“I'm going to fuck you right here so everyone can hear it.”
It's the first time I'm even remotely aware that the front door is still open. Mind you, we're hidden behind it, but the fact that we're so close to it, and it's open, sends a thrill racing through me. I honestly never expected Anders to be so kinky outside of The Billionaires Club. Being with him is intensely refreshing, and I'm loving every minute of it.
“Fuck me like you mean it,” I tell him as my hands claw into his shirt. I still haven't managed to get it all the way off of him, but it doesn't matter at this point. Half of his gorgeous muscled chest is exposed, and I'm not patient enough to unwrap the rest of him. The heat between my thighs is almost searing me. I need his cock to quell it.
“As you wish.” His hands slide out of my shirt to work on unbuttoning my jeans. I lean against the wall, watching him move, completely enamored. He's so breathtakingly handsome. And he came here for me. He came here for me and still wants me even though I spat venom and hatred at him. The thought makes me swoon.
“Mmm,” I moan as I lean forward and claim his mouth again. I need him inside of me, but more than that, I just need him. I want to feel him. To touch him and kiss him.
He continues to fumble with my pants, though he returns my heated kiss in time, hungrily touching tongues with mine before nibbling on my bottom lip. His passion knows no bounds.
When he finally shoves his hand into my panties, I groan as his finger slides between my folds and rubs over my sensitive core. He moans as well, pleasured by just touching me.
“Good God you're wet.”
“Mhm.” I blush shyly.
“Fuck. I can't wait anymore. I have to fuck you now.” He pulls his hand out of my pants and grips the waistband of them along with my underwear. Just when he's about to pull them both down, there's a loud knock at the door, followed by a voice.
“Tessa?” It's Evelyn.
My heart about bursts out of my chest as I realize we've been caught in the act.
“Who is that?” Anders whispers seriously, his eyes wide in panic.
I quickly push him away from me and move to button my pants and fix my bra. It's a bit too late for that though. Evelyn has already rounded the corner, and she looks every bit as startled as we do.
“Oh. I'm sorry. Do you want me to come back?” She brings her hands up to her face to shield her eyes, though I can see her peeking through her fingers at Anders.
“No. It's fine. He was just leaving,” I say, taking a few steps away from Anders. His shirt is still half-unbuttoned, and he doesn't move to fix it. He simply turns to Evelyn and gives her his signature smile.
“Hello. You must be Evelyn,” he introduces himself.
“I am,” she sounds utterly confused.
“I'm a friend of Tessa's.”
“I can see that.”
“And he was just leaving,” I say again, more sternly this time as I usher him past Evelyn. Thankfully, he gives little resistance, understanding the awkwardness of the situation.
“When I call you next, you'll answer your phone,” he tells me. It's not a request, but a demand.
“Yes. Yes, I'll answer it.”
“Good.” And with that he's gone.
I sigh as I watch him walk towards some fancy yellow sports car, the model of which I could never even begin to guess. Cars have never been my thing. It looks sleek and expensive though. Evelyn is gawking as well, though a little less enthusiastically. Possibly to save me from looking like a lovesick creeper, she gently tugs on my arm to follow her inside.
“So, are you going to tell me who that was?” she asks once we're in the apartment.
“Anders.” I almost can't believe I'm saying his name again when I had sworn I'd forget about him, when I was so sure that everything between us was over. More than that, I can't believe he was in my apartment, that he actually took the time to track me down because he wanted to see me again.
“Anders,” she repeats the name as if she doesn't recognize it at first. “You mean the guy from The Billionaires Club?”
“Yes.”
We walk back into my bedroom, since it's the only room left with any furniture in it, and sit down on the bed.
“I want to ask what he was doing here, but I think the answer is quite obvious. I thought you were done with him?” she sounds somewhat disappointed in me.
“I thought so too.” I stare forward blankly, not wanting to face her. It's best I get to explaining before she thinks any less of me. “He said that woman at The Billionaires Club was his ex-wife.”
“Do you believe him?”
“I don't know,” I reply honestly, casting my gaze down to my fidgeting fingers. “He offered to call her so that she could confirm it.”
She shifts on the bed beside me, and I can tell she's thinking. “You were right. He's ridiculously hot.”
“He is.” My lips quirk into a grin.
“Why haven't you told me you're still seeing him?”
“Because I wasn't. This is the first time I've seen him since The Billionaires Club. He came over to check on me since I left without saying good-bye, and I wasn't answering any of his phone calls.”
“It looks like he was doing more than just checking on you.” She nudges my shoulder with a small smile. “You guys were about to do the nasty, weren't you?”
“Evelyn!” My face turns bright red at her bold words . . . and the truth behind them.
“I didn't think his shirt was half-unbuttoned to make a fashion statement.”
I'm completely speechless, my mind shooting back to that moment in the doorway when our bodies were pressed so close together. I would have let him take me there. I wanted him to take me there. Just thinking about it makes me a bit disappointed that Evelyn showed up and ruined our fun.
“I know you like him,” she says, drawing me away from my perverted thoughts. “But you have to remember what happened at The Billionaires Club. You have to remember that he's still a part of The Billionaires Club.”
She emphasizes the last sentence, and it really hits home what she's trying to tell me, what Stephanie tried to tell me when I was still at The Billionaires Club. Guys like him are designed to destroy girls like me. He may look like the Prince Charming I've always dreamed of, but his actions behind the scenes are villainous. He's fucking other women. He may even be fucking someone else tonight. That's his job as a host of The Billionaires Club.
“You're no fun.” I pout, feeling my good mood evaporate.
“I love you like a sister, Tessa. I just want to protect you.”
“I know, and you're right. He's wrong for me. As ridiculously handsome and as good in bed as he is, I can't keep doing this. If I start seeing him, it will just drive me insane all over again, and I don't ever want to feel the way I did back then.”