I utterly despise hangovers. They are an unnecessary inconvenience. I don’t have a massive one this time, thankfully.

But that does not mean that I am welcoming to the headache that is pounding my head right now. I almost hiss at the burn, my eyes suffer at the natural light coming into the room.

Why did he have to get such big windows?

More importantly, why aren’t the curtains shut?

With a heavy heart and a pounding head, I dizzily make my way to the bathroom.

More like wobbling my way to the bathroom.

I look like a baby calf, trying to take its first steps.

A shower will help me get out of this state. At least I hope it does.

Warm water sure does work wonders. I feel refreshed and my brain isn’t as foggy as it was before.

Wearing Alexander’s shirts is slowly becoming a normal thing. I grab a white tshirt and a pair of black Calvin Klein underwear.

These are very comfortable.

I understand why men like them and why Lex has a lot of them. You could literally get lost in the amount of underwear this man has.

After getting dressed I walk out of the closet and find him in bed with a tray of food. Miss June went a bit overboard with the breakfast, there is no way we are going to manage to finish all of this by ourselves.

Standing up from the bed he walks up to me, holding a glass of water and two pills that he hands over to me. I quickly swallow the pills and chase them down with the water.

The cooling, refreshing feeling it brings is like heaven to my dry throat.

“Thank you”, my voice sounds groggy from sleep.

He leans in for a kiss which I eagerly return. His lips are so soft, he tastes like cherries.

Once we pull away, we sit on the bed and eat.

My mind keeps going back to last night, it was so much fun. We should go out more often. All I need to do is get over my fear of being exposed to the public and getting over Belle’s threat.

Alexander notices my shifting mood.

“What’s wrong my love?”, he asks. His voice filled with concern.

“Belle”, that one word causes an uncomfortable shift in the air. He really does not like what she did.

He was very livid when I finally told him. Right now I can still see the lingering anger, as his grip on his coffee cup becomes harder.

My hand finds his free one. I give him a light squeeze to calm him down a little.

A smile comes on his face as he looks down at our hands.

His blue eyes meet mine. A sea of emotions twirls in them. Anger, concern, and one that I can’t quite place.

“Baby, I told you before. Nothing will happen to you.” his lips kiss the back of my hand.

“You’re safe with me. Don’t worry that pretty little head of yours. I will deal with Anabelle”, his sweet, loving tone turns into a serious one at the last part.

He sounds terrifying. I have never heard him say her full name before and the way that he says it now, sends an icy chill down my spine.

Remind me to never piss off this man.

The rest of the day is spent in bed. We just watched a few documentaries...more like had them playing in the background and only paid attention to each other.

Making out with him is one of my favourite things to do. He makes me feel so giddy, and gooey on the inside whenever he kisses me.

I lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as his hands wrap around me, caging me to him.

“Is this going to be a thing now?”, I ask. My eyes are currently glued to the episode of that’s playing on the HD plasma screen tv mounted on the wall.

Vibrations flow from his chest as he speaks, “What is going to be a thing?”.

I turn in his arms and look at him, his handsome face only a few inches from mine, “Me, spending the weekends here. With you”.

It’s been an unofficial arrangement.where I’ve been spending my weekends with him. We make sure that all the more important stuff like work and my academics are settled by Friday afternoons so that we can bask in each other for the rest of the weekends.

It’s easy for me to do because I don’t run an empire. For him it is entirely different because he is never off the clock, but I appreciate the time that he takes off for me.

“I would prefer it if we spent every day together, and not just weekends”. A mischievous grin makes its way onto his lips which are slightly plump from the kissing we’ve been doing.

“What?”, I ask.

His grin turns into a full on wide smile. “Move back in with me”.

My brows shoot up, I swear they almost reach my hairline, from the shock that captures my face.

“You can’t be serious”.

“Rosalie, I am not joking”. His hand cups my cheek as he leans in, his gaze focused on my lips.

My tongue darts out to moisten my bottom lip. The right corner of his lips curls into a sly grin at my action.

“Come on baby”, he murmurs closely to my lips. My eyes flutter closed at the anticipation.

His lips graze mine as he speaks, “Are you going to move back in?”, he asks.

A ghost of a kiss is placed on my lips. I groan at his unfairness. This is torture.

Just kiss me already!

“Not until you answer me”, he replies.

Great! Now I’m back to thinking out loud.

“Please”, I whimper out. I move my hands to pull him towards me but then I realise I can’t do that since he has them in one of his large ones.

Another small kiss. This time he lingers a little longer as he bites my lower lip and tugs at it.

My eyes roll back into my head. I’m melted butter at this point.

“Rosalie?”, his gruff voice asks again.

“Okay”. I breathe out.

It’s just kissing but it feels like so much more. I just need his lips on mine.

“Okay what?”, his warm breath fans on my lips as he peppers kisses down my jawline.

“I’ll move back in”, I say as a moan escapes my lips when he nips at a spot on my neck.

“Are you sticking by that answer?”, he asks.

I think he can tell that I might be just saying this so that he could kiss me and make the torture stop.

“Yes daddy”, I answer.

My hands are set free and I loop them around his neck. His stormy eyes find mine as a satisfied grin graces his face.

“Good girl”, he winks at me.

I blush, as he dips his head and finally gives me what I’ve been waiting for.

The kiss is deep and hard but at the same time slow and soft. I am a moaning, whimpering mess as he kisses my neck.

He nibbles on the sensitive spot and that makes a scream erupt from me.

“Lex!”, my nails run down his tshirt covered back.

This makes an animalistic growl come from him as his fingers find their way under the shirt I’m wearing.

I’m not wearing a bra. His fingers graze the undersides of my breasts as he softly touches me.

We’ve made out a lot but in all those times things have not gotten this steamy. My fingers pull the hair at the nape of his neck as he leans in to kiss my flabby muffin top.

My insecurities jump right out of the window. I don’t care about my body image, as long as this man keeps appreciating my chubby self like this then nothing in the world can keep me down.

With the way his hands roam and explore my body, I find myself unable to breathe. His hands leave trails of tingling sensation on my thighs as he pulls them apart to settle in between them.

He cups my breasts through the fabric of the tshirt and I almost combust right then. I feel his length poke my inner thigh through his sweatpants.

Whoa! The man feels huge.

My hands squeeze his butt as he rolls his hips onto me. I find my hips responding to his as I grind myself onto him.

“Ah!”, he gruffly voices his pleasure.

This prompts me to do that again. A shudder runs through him as I feel his back muscles ripple.

He kisses me again, biting at my bottom lip. “We need to stop” he says as he places kisses all over my face.

“Why?”, I don’t want this to end.

“Cause I’m too close to losing control”, he winks at me.

My fuzzy brain catches on to what he means. I nod and place a few kisses on his lips before unhooking my arms around his neck.

He shifts so that we’re spooning. My gaze lands on the sitcom that is still playing.

“You’re something else Rosalie Jones”, he says close to my ear before he places a kiss on my cheek.

I smile at his words, “Right back at you”.