50. This part of her.

Deangelo.

It had been two days since Elena had gotten her consciousness back and the picnic we had was great, it made me.realize that qe needed to do more of that.

I was back after a midnight run and I walked into the house only to see a figure in the lounge, looking worn out and when I looked further it was confirmed to be Elena which was quite surprising seeing what the time was.

“Boo!” She suddenly jumped at me playfully when she sighted me and I stared at her in dismay wondering what was wrong with her. She literally never acted like this with me.

“What the hell?” I cried. Her hair was disheveled and she looked like she had been drinking, even though she did not risk of it but knowing how lightheaded she was. She could literally smell like roses and still be drunk because just one cup was all it takes for her.

She laughed out loud and pointed at me. “Ha-ha, got you.” She looked down at me and stumbled back as her pointer finger dropped to my stomach. “Ohhhh, your abs are out today again,” she slured. “This is an added bonus.”

I looked at her, deadpan. She pointed at my boxer shorts. “I didn’t know that you get into a cutie noodle pajamas before and after you shift for your runs?" She said.

“Oh my God,” I muttered under my breath. “Why on earth are you even drinking in the middle of the night, Elena?"

"I could not sleep and then I read online for the faatstes way to fall asleep asides sleeping pills and it said soemthinf about alcohol so I am just trying my best." She slurred and I sighed wondering why she was finding it hard to sleep.

And when I thought about it, I realized that she really did wakeup a lot in the middle of the night, I come in contact with her a lot, and that was not normal. Normal for me maybe but not for anyone else. I wondered why she could not sleep.

"Why can't you sleep? IInsomnia? I questioned, concerned.

"Bad dreams. They never stop and they get worser each time." She replied briefly. For some reason,, it made my heart tug because if what she had told me was true then she must have gone through so much evil n the hands of those kidnappers and traffickers. And to top it all off, the recent attack on her. All of these were definitely enough to give anyone bad dreams.

Not wanting to dig deep into it and open healing wounds, I decided not to push further, promising myself to check in on the issue on my own, "how much have you had to drink?” I asked.

“Way too much. I just nearly had a nap in the front garden.” She nodded and then did an over exaggerated hiccup. “True story.”

“Come into the house properly, Elena,” I sighed. She linked her arm through mine and tiptoed beside me. I smirked at her over familiarity.

“How was your dream?” I asked, surrendering to my concern and then facepalming myself.

“Oh God, my dream,” she whispered. “You wouldn’t believe what happened.”

“Try me,” I whispered as we walked through the kitchen.

"Oh." Her face suddenly got excited. "We need to drink more alcohol for this story, right?"

I raised my eyebrows. “Elena, I am not drinking tequila with you at 1:00 a.m.” My eyes dropped down her hot body. “Not with you in this state.”

“Okay, good. You watch me drink it then. I need a snack anyway.” She said as she pushed me down onto a stool at the counter. “Sit there and I’ll make us food.”

“I’m not hungry.”

She smiled sexily and leaned over the bench toward me. My eyes dropped to her awesome breasts that were ready to break free from her revealing pjs. “All men say they’re not hungry, but they always eat the house down when it’s offered.”

I don’t know if it’s the fact that she was wearing next to nothing, or the image I got of me eating every last drop of her, but I inhaled sharply as I felt my cock begin to swell.

Cut it out.

“Elena,” I reply.

“Yes, alpha.” Something about the way called me like that made me smile, I suppose it couldn’t hurt to stay with her while she eats something. “Make it quick.”

“What do you want to eat?” she asked innocently.

But I really enjoyed how outspoken she definitely gets when she has some alcohol in her system. It was as if she got into her confident phase because we all knew that on a normal day, the Elena that I know would never do any of these. At all!

I got an image of myself kissing her inner thigh as she laid back over the kitchen counter, but I snapped myself out of the daydream quickly. “I’m really not hungry.”

She began to open and close doors. “Where is the tequila?”

"Exactly where you left at the bar, Elena." I responded as I pointed to it, and she smiled and leaned over to get it. My eyes dropped to her behind. That gown left nothing to the imagination. Tanned petite thighs.

This was so not a good situation to be in… at all.

I should go to bed.

She grabbed two thick tumbler glasses, filled them with ice, and then placed them on the counter in front of us. She pours the scotch into the first and I put my hand over the top of the second glass. “Not for me,” I mutter. She lifted the glass and sipped it, licking her lips.

She repeated this and licked her lips again. I felt my cock contract.

Fuck.

I should go to bed.

She leaned forward, resting on her elbows on the other side of the counter, and my eyes dropped to her perfect tits again.

I got a vision of drinking scotch from her navel.

Cut it out.

“I’m going to bed, Elena.” I stood.

“No. No. No.” She shook her head and grabbed my shoulders, pushing me back onto my stool. “We just need some music. I’ll make us some toast and then I’ll go to bed, I promise.” She said as she looked through the cupboard. “Do you have any butter?”

“I don’t want butter on toast.”

“You’ll get what you’re given.” She smiled cheekily. Our eyes locked, and I felt electricity zap through the air between us.

Okay, what the fuck? Was she trying to turn me on right now?

Because it was working. She’ll get what she’s fucking given in a minute. She picked up her phone which she had gotten from me yesterday when I got to know that she had none and then she flicked through to Spotify. She hit play and a dance tune rang out, giving her an excuse to dance. “You like this song?” She asked as she started to dance freely, not trying to be cool at all, and her hips moved to the rhythm as she turned to look in the fridge.

With her back to me, my eyes stayed firmly on her ass as it swayed to the beat. The words rang out, "Oh, she’s so pretty. She is sexy."

I held my breath as I watched her. Fitting song. That should be her anthem. The song continued and she really got into it, picking up her glass and giggling as she danced. She spilled her drink down her forearm, and then she put her arm up and slowly licked it off.

I clenched as I feel it all the way to the tip of my cock.

Ugh, for fuck’s sakes!

I picked up the drink and pour myself a glass too quickly. It sloshed over the side.

How much seduction can a man take before he fucks his kids' nanny on his kitchen floor?

I sipped my drink as my eyes raked her in. She was laughing freely as she danced. The warmth of the liquor heated my throat, but it was nothing like the fire that was starting down below.

Stop dancing like that, baby, or you will wake Mr. Deangelo… and he doesn’t treat naughty girls like you so well.

She lookes down and noticed my drink. “Oh, you’re drinking now.” She smiled as she bounced to the beat. “Can we play truth or dare?”

I licked my bottom lip. “I don't know.” This was dangerous territory, but I could not make myself go to bed. At least… not alone.

She rested her hand under her chin and smiled up at me playfully. "Why don'tyou know, alpha" she breathed dreamily.

Our eyes lingered on each other's just a little too long. She was soft, beautiful and playful, a pattern of her that had never been shown to me before and I knew that if I stayed here, I was going to do something that I might regret later.

Something that entailed her being naked and bent over the kitchen counter, while I fuck her hard from behind. I would hitch her right leg up to rest on the counter to give me better access. I get a vision of her bent over, naked and wet. Open… wide open. Her beautiful tits would be free for me to look at.

She was just such a sexy beast.