Page 5 of Forever After All

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Page 5 of Forever After All

"Well, that's very dramatic Alice. But I'll definitely try to help."

I—way more sober—can undo the knots with ease. I will never understand women putting themselves in contraptions like these. Now I understand why she said torture device—it is indeed pure torture. All in the name of looking good. But let me tell you, this woman standing in front of me now would look good in a garbage bag. The strings have marked the skin on her back, leaving little red indentations in their place.

I look away as the dress drops to her feet, because as much as I want to see her naked, I know that if she wasn't drunk then she would be going to her own bed and not mine.

I'm also not a fucking asshole. Unlike Matt, I know how to be a gentleman.

She trusts me enough to be here, and I'll to prove to her exactly why she can.

"Let me know when it's safe to look," I say in the direction of the bed.

I’m met with silence.

"Alice?"

Nothing. There is no reply. That is, until I hear snoring. I shake my head, chuckle to myself, and pick up her belongings from the floor. Carefully folding the dress, I place it on the chair just inside the hotel room door. I head for the mini bar and pull out a bottle of water to set down next to her for the morning. I am quite confident she'll need it.

Looking over at the bed, Alice is sprawled right in the middle of it, sheet draped over her, waves of hair cascading over the pillows. Even louder snores start escaping her mouth.

I make a note to tease her for this in the future. But for now, I walk over to one side of the bed, because she definitely isn't fucking staying in the middle, because I am not sleeping on the floor. My knees won’t take it.

I slide one arm underneath her knees and the other arm under her shoulders and pull her towards me, so I have enough room to get in on the other side, making sure that the sheet stays inplace.

Walking around the bed, I stub my fucking toe right on the end, and bite my knuckle so I don't audibly shout and wake her up. Hopping around for a few seconds before making my way to the other side. Crawling into bed, I pull up a blanket, and glance across the bed to Alice.

I can't believe Alice is in my bed.

Before I know it, I drift off into sleep again.

I jolt awake because my cock is in someone's hand—and it isn’t mine.

I hear groaning and a shocked gasp from the other side of the bed before the hasty withdrawal of the hand. The warmth of Alice’s touch makes me want to come in my boxers, but I try to see the humorous side of it.

"Good morning, Alice. Are you always so forward? At least buy me a drink first." I chuckle remembering Alice saying a variation of the same thing only a few hours ago.

"Carter?" I hear a little squeak from the other side of the bed. I force my eyes open and see her facing me. Eyes wide with terror. Alice clasps her hand around her mouth, and I can see the dread on her face.

If it is even possible, she looks more beautiful this morning.

"Were you expecting someone else?" I feel irrationally annoyed by thinking about her in bed with someone else, even though I have no right to be.

"Oh my god! Did I? Did we? Shit." I hear a small panic in her usually calm tone.

"Shit, shit, shit," she says over and over again. Alice starts trying to move from the bed and before I can even think about the consequences, I jut my arm out across her stomach, pinning her to the mattress. The softness of her brushing against my forearm.

"Shh. Go back to sleep, Alice. It's early." I instinctively pull her towards me and regret it immediately.

"No, no, I have to go." She shrugs me off and jumps out of bed, gathering her stuff as she does.

"Alice, wait," I call out, and prop myself up in bed just in time to see her shuffling out of the door, holding her dress up around herself, that gapes at the back.

Wow.

She was in that much of a rush to leave after thinking we slept together that she didn't even do up her dress. She couldn't get away from me fast enough.

I must have completely misread the chemistry between us.

I sigh, slightly defeated and roll over to chase sleep again.


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