Before I could respond, I heard Alex clear his throat behind us. I blushed knowing he had probably seen and heard all of that.
"I'm going to head in, finish some unpacking and then pass out." He looked over me as he spoke to William, ignoring my presence altogether.
"I'll see you when I get back then."
Alex nodded in response before turning to walk away.
"Alex, wait!" I heard myself say. He spun around and finally brought his eyes to mine. "Don't you want to finish your piece of cake?"
"No. You have it." He flashed a small smile before ducking his head and walking out of the kitchen. I watched him walk away and a rush of sadness overcame me. I wish I understood their relationship, but I also knew it was none of my business. Whatever happened was before I even came into the picture.
William suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled me with him as he speed-walked to our bedroom. He began tearing my clothes off before we even made it to the bed. His mouth was on my neck before I had a chance to realize what was happening.
"Let's skip the cake … dessert now."
I loved when William acted like this. Sometimes he'd get this whole macho vibe and just take control as if he couldn't stand to wait a second longer. Normally, I was all for it. I let him take control, rather I encouraged him to, but now-something felt off.
"William," I whispered as his mouth devoured my neck and shoulders, and his hands were fighting with the zipper of my pencil skirt.
"Soon, darling."
"William, wait-" I put my hands on his shoulders to push him away, but it hardly fazed him.
"I can't, sweetheart. I'll be gone all weekend. I need to have you now."
"But … he's in the house," I finally spat out. I couldn't believe this was happening. I was in love with my fiancé, who was nearly throwing himself at me, and all I could think about was Alex being able to overhear us.
"So? He's across the apartment. He won't hear a thing." And then added, "Unless you decide to scream louder than usual," he said with a hint of amusement.
Not likely.
"I know … but it feels weird. What if he's walking around and he-"
"Stop worrying about it, Mackenzie. He's going to be here a while. Guess he'll have to get used to it."
My eyes bulged out of my head as he pulled my skirt down to my ankles. "How long is that exactly?" I asked nervously. I thought this was just a temporary thing …
"Probably six months. Maybe a year."
"William!" I gasped, pushing away so he'd finally talk to me. "You never said he'd be staying that long. Isn't that a bit long?"
He shrugged, not bothered by it. "He needs to get a job, Mackenzie. He just returned from grad school and will need to save up some money."
"What about his … trust fund?" We didn't talk about money much, which seemed weird now that I was thinking about it, but he had just always handled everything. The small amount of money I made from my job went into my checking account, untouched, and accumulated interest. Since I moved in, he insisted on paying for everything. I had tried telling him I'd pay half and that it was only fair, but he said that'd be ‘silly' and he was going to be taking care of me. I couldn't deny the way that made me feel, especially growing up the way I did. Having someone take care of me for a change was something I had never even thought was possible.
"He has one … but he still needs to work if he wants to continue having money. The way kids spend money these days, trust funds don't last very long," he said as he pulled my shirt up and over my head. Kids? Alex and I were the same age … I tried to push any overanalyzing thoughts out of my mind since William was standing in front of me naked.
When did he get undressed?
"On the bed, darling."
He kissed me hard as he walked us backward. My knees buckled once they hit the edge of the mattress. He pulled me up, setting me in the middle of the bed before crawling over me.
I don't know what it was, perhaps the too-serious conversation we were just having, or the fact that I felt insanely awkward knowing Alex was in the apartment, but I couldn't concentrate as William feathered kisses up and down my body. His lips always captivated me, but right now, I was somewhere else.
I moaned as his mouth landed in between my legs, hoping I could get myself in the mood. I closed my eyes and raked my hands through his hair. He dug his fingers into my hips as he licked and sucked, doing everything I love.
I heard a loud slam and my eyes widened, worried someone had walked in on us-that Alex had walked in on us. My body jolted, but William's hand brought my chest back down.
"I heard a noise," I explained, feeling foolish that I was acting this uptight.
"It's just the front door, sweetheart. Alex probably had a date or something."
I swallowed, closing my eyes again as I tried to get the thoughts and distractions out of my head. That was what I wanted, Alex leaving, but now I couldn't feel more out of the mood if I tried.
William sank deep inside me, covering his mouth over mine. He was always so sweet, so caring. We made love, his body on top of mine as he kissed me lightly on my lips, jaw, and neck. He always made sure I came before he released, but no matter how hard I tried to get Alex out of my head, I couldn't and it was ticking me off.
"I'm so close, darling," William whispered, gripping the back of my neck. I felt him tighten up and I knew it was now or never.
I clenched my legs together and moaned, bringing my hips up to greet his thrusts as he released inside me.
It was the first time I had faked it with my fiancé.
I was officially pissed.
Chapter Nine
William fell asleep instantly, leaving me to drown in my own thoughts. I wondered why Alex had left, where he went, and if he had heard us. I found myself wondering if he was mad and then realized I shouldn't care about any of that.
Given the circumstances, I do feel bad. He woke up to a one-night stand to a girl who had no memory of him and then days later found out she's engaged to his father.
It was four a.m. and I had another hour before my alarm would go off. William woke me up to kiss me goodbye and now I lay here wide awake. I decided to get up and shower since it was Friday and it'd be a crazy, busy workday anyway.
Just as I was rinsing the shampoo out of my hair, I heard the bathroom door creak open. I spun around and made eye contact with Alex, who was standing in the doorway staring back at me. The shower door was completely see-thru, but his eyes were glued to mine.
"What are you doing?" I whispered although he couldn't hear me over the streaming of the water and the fan above me. I watched him intently, his face tense and his jaw tight. He looked ready for a fight.
I opened the door, concealing myself as much as I could, but it didn't matter. His eyes were burning into mine as he began walking toward me. I pulled in a sharp breath as soon as his hands gripped my hips, wet and bare.
"Mac … " His voice was strained, pained even, and it was when I noticed how vulnerable he looked. "I need to touch you."
He inched closer, bringing his mouth close to my face, centimeters from my jawline. I inhaled and smelled liquor on his hair and body.
"You're drunk," I said, swallowing hard around the lump in my throat.
"Not anymore." He nuzzled his nose deeper, pressing my wet body against him. The steam from the shower filled the room.
"Is your heart beating for me?" he asked. "Do you feel that?" He grabbed one of my hands and pulled it to his chest. "Feel what happens to me every time I'm around you?"
I hung onto every single word, my heart beating rapidly as his body stayed pressed against mine.
"You shouldn't be in here," I said barely above a whisper. I knew I needed to push him away, but I couldn't find the strength.
"Then tell me to go," he challenged, pressing his lips to my ear.
It was that easy. Just tell him to leave … but I couldn't.
I might not be able to remember the exact events of last weekend, but my body does. Those few flashes reminded me enough to know what we did had been mutual and wanted.
He brought his face up to mine, locking eyes with me once again. It was his way of asking for permission or waiting for me to deny him.
His eyes were hungry, desperate. I could see the desire in them and for a moment, I forgot everything. He gripped his hand on my neck and pulled me to him, letting our mouths collide and bodies mesh as one. He squeezed my hip with his other hand, pushing my body against his hard erection.
I moaned in his mouth, allowing myself to get lost in him, in us. My hands were against his chest, squeezing the fabric of his shirt in my fists, gripping him close to me. He pushed us back against the shower wall, not caring that he was getting drenched in his clothes. He kissed me with passion and heat, desperate and eager. The taste of him, a satisfying reminder of how he'd made me feel last weekend when I left his hotel room. I hadn't expected it, but I hadn't pushed him away either.