Chapter 2 Alex's Sex Choice

Abby’s POV.

The sweet smell of the cinnamon tree near my window penetrated my nostrils, giving me more energy to get up from my bed and do what needed to be done.

The rays of the sun suddenly came toward me, beginning to give me a sunburn while I was asleep.

“Fuck! It’s another crazy Monday,” I muttered, turning to the other side of my bed, facing the door this time.

I hated Mondays so much. Actually, I disliked every day of the week because it had a link or a connection to my ex.

Yes, my ex. Sorry if I didn’t introduce myself earlier as expected. You all might be wondering who I am and why I kept talking about my ex.

Well, as you all know, I am Abby. Yes, Abby, the girl who is known as the scary witch.

Everyone laughs at me; they see me as a joke, but the funniest part of it all is that they don’t do it in my presence.

I am known as the girl who made her husband disappear without a trace or a message.

My husband-to-be was Alex, Alex Craig. He was actually the son of the billionaire in my hometown.

I lived in California in a small town called Perusia. I was actually residing there because of my job as a professor before I met this tall, fair, young, and cute guy called Alex.

At first, I never wished to give him a chance with my heart, but as time went by, I found myself falling in love with him.

Our first time making love in his little home was one experience I would never forget.

I was the calm kind of girl; I barely could raise a finger or my voice at someone.

I was trained to be calm at all times, but meeting and loving Alex changed my mindset.

It actually changed my entire life on Earth.

He did almost everything differently from what I knew. The way he reacted to discussions, the way he spoke to people without caring about who they were, and most importantly, the way he made me feel while making love to me.

He was the only different guy to me on Earth back then and probably still now.

He loved making love so much that I tagged him as a sex addict. His urge for sex was to another limit.

He loved masochistic sex. The kind of sex where he would make you feel pain, make you beg for sex, make you want him at all costs.

Alex had trained me with such a sex method, and I guess I was now used to it. I loved him for it, and nothing was going to change that.

The thoughts of how he made me feel suddenly flashed through my head. I could recall standing at a spot in his room, looking at him.

He was sitting on a chair calmly while he gazed at me standing in front of him with my blue jeans and my white T-shirt.

“Take it off, Abby,” he demanded, looking fierce but sexy.

“As you wish, master,” I returned. I placed my hand on my white shirt and pulled it off through my head slowly.

“Don’t rush things, Abby,” he would always warn.

I took my hands slowly to my back as I tried so hard to reach for my bra hook. I got it. I thought to myself.

I was about to unhook it, but then he interfered.

“Stop, Abby, don’t move, Abby,” he said to me while he sat down on his seat, gazing at me.

“Imagine me walking around where you are standing this minute. Imagine my hands on your body as you take off your bra hook,” he tried creating an invisible scene in my head.

My hands unhooked my bra unknowingly, and I felt the urge to grab him immediately, but no… that wasn’t how it was done with Alex.

“I dip my hand into your jeans slowly, allowing my head to relax on your shoulder and my breath making you want me more,” he kept on narrating.

As he said those sex-wanting comments, I did as he wished. I did as he pleased.

I unbuttoned my trousers and took them off slowly, leaving my white undies untouched. I wrapped my hand around my body, and damn! I really wished to have him.

“Feel me around you, Abby,” he hoarsely said, still sitting at the same spot.