Chapter 3 Episode 2

• Unknown Point Of View
• I could hear her heart thumping wildly, I knew she was awake. So I waited for her to fall into her deep sleep. She is a deep sleeper, you can shout all you want in her ear and she won't wake up. I chuckled at that.
• I heard her heartbeat going even, it told me that she was falling asleep. When I was certain she was at the edge of her sleep, I entered her room through the window to let her know, I was coming in.
• Now, I am seated on a chair at her study table which she has in the corner of her room. Light blue walls with the design of snowflakes on them, she had always liked winter. Wooden cabinets, a dressing table with her set of perfumes and makeup on it, and a medium size bed where my Queen is laying.
• I took in her sleeping form.
• Shoulder-length black hair with red stripes is splayed over the pillow and her beautiful body. Slim waist but some meat on her thighs, her face is hidden on the pillow.
• I frowned at that, I want to see her face. I stood up and moved toward her bed stopping beside it. I crawled on the bed above her but supported my weight with my knees and forearms, not touching her. I lifted one hand and moved her hair from her face.
• There she was...
• I inched my face closer to her face sniffing her sweet intoxicating smell.
• I wondered what her blood tastes like in person. She is like a drug that I can't have enough of. I kissed her neck open-mouthed, my tongue dancing on her skin.
• I heard a moan, I freeze.. looking at her face, she is still asleep but her body is aware of me. I smiled.
• I continued my torture, kissing her neck open-mouthed with my tongue leaving a cold trail on her skin. I enjoy her moans. My member twitches in anticipation. I pressed it against her backside and slowly rub myself up and down against her, my fists are clenched from the pleasure of rubbing against her. I like this position. I think of taking her like this.
• My mind is so twisted. But that's who I am.
• I saw her clutching the pillow with her hands but her heartbeat is starting to get uneven. I smirked, she's in there again. With me. I wonder what I'm doing to her in her dream.
• I growl and for the last time, I suck on the side of her neck, hungrily then dash out of the window, leaving as if I was not even there.
• Alexandra's Point Of View
• I woke up, startled. Sweats are formed on my forehead, my hands are clutching the pillow tightly. I can feel my neck, wet.
• I sat up straight on the bed and looked around in panic but found the room empty except for me.
• What is happening? Is this some kind of joke? Is someone playing with me? my heart starts thudding inside my chest.
• Tears formed in my eyes, flowing down my cheeks and as time passes, the tears formed into sobs. I started to move out of the bed but stop in my action. I felt something wet between my legs.
• Am I...wet? I thought, horrified clearly written on my face.
• Why would I be wet? That dream! I had it again! I can't believe I got wet from having a wet dream with a person I don't even know. My face heats up.
• I stared at the window, it is still night and the window is closed. It could be the possibility that I am dreaming all this stuff because I have been living alone for years, without any physical interaction with any male.
• Yes, this can be it. Who knows if I have been the one doing this myself? Like putting some water on my neck right? And about the hickeys?
• Maybe, just maybe I did it with something, right? I'm in a full denial mood and I am not going to accept it that someone is coming here at night and taking pleasure with my body. I feel disgusted at that thought. There is no reason for me to think that way.
• I laid on my bed, this time facing the ceiling. Maybe, I need some physical attention. Just something temporary, I can try something.
• Not permanent, definitely not.
• But I am scared, how am I going to do it? I closed my eyes thinking.. it is Saturday, today. Maybe I could go to some club.
• Is it even a good idea?
• I don't think so.
• But there is no harm in trying. Besides, I am a strong, independent woman I can handle anything if it goes out of hand. With determination I stood up from my bed, I need to look for what to wear. I may change my mind if I keep on thinking about.
• ***
• This is not a good idea.
• I knew it would not be a good idea but still, I did it. I hate myself.... I thought as I stood in front of the mirror, staring at myself.
• The short sleeveless black dress which reaches just mid-thigh with a sweetheart neckline along with black high heels boots. I am not afraid of high heels, I could carry myself in anything.
• I straightened my hair, put a ton of makeup on my face which consists of smokey black eyes and blood red lipstick.
• Wow
• I laughed dryly. I look like a slut but that's the point, I want everybody to think I am not a permanent type.
• Should I stay or should I go? I sigh.
• I am not going to change now.
• I lift my chin with fake confidence, take my clutch and walled out of my apartment, got in my car, and drove towards the club.
• I stared at the neon sign flashing over the club door. I am a nervous wreck. My hands are all sweaty and I think, I might end up passing out.
• What to do? What to do?
• "Hey! Move aside." I heard a girl shriek and not even a second later someone bumps into me.
• I catch myself before I could fall. I see the same girl, giggling who is half leaning on the guy beside her. I looked at the guy who is looking at me with lustful eyes. I scrunch up my nose in disgust.
• I turned around and took a deep breath to calm down my breathing and without thinking, I walked into the club.
• Justin's Point Of View
• I looked around the sweaty and horny bodies, here and there.
• Nobody is my type.
• Well nobody has been my type since she came into my life.
• I stared at the girls who were giving me suggestive looks. I guess I will just have to take someone that looks like her. I just want her.
• Suddenly, my head snaps towards the club door as my favorite scent hits my nose. She is here. She is fucking here.
• She, Alexandra aka Alex is here. She likes to be called Alex rather than Alexandra. I like Alex, also.
• My eyes scan her body. Short black dress and look at those curvy legs with 'fuck me' heels. I groan, this girl will be the death of me.
• She looks nervous, I noticed.
• I never thought she is the club type because I had never seen her in clubs or either hanging around. What is she doing here?
• I looked at the guys, looking at her with lust in their eyes and I growl.
• No one can look at her.
• I make my way towards her, angrily.
• "What are you doing here?" I snapped at her. She jumps a little and looks over but when she sees it was me, her visibly tensed form relaxes, and just by looking at her, my heart becomes soft.
• I sigh.
• "Hey, Justin. Thank God. You are here, I was just going to pass out here." She says in her melodic voice.
• "What are you doing here, Alex?" I asked again in a no-nonsense tone. She doesn't belong here. She tenses again before replying.
• "For the same reason, you are here for?" She asks uncertainly. I smirked at her.
• "You mean to get laid?" I whispered in her ear, and she blushes. Damn, I love her blush.
• "No no no. I am here to just chill. No laid plan..No." She says frantically but I know she was lying cause it is written all over her face, she is not here to just chill. But I did not say anything instead, I laughed raising my hands up in a surrender motion.
• "Relax .. Relax, I was just joking." I said laughing. She relaxes a bit. Okay... if she is here for some pleasure. I have to make sure, I will be the only one to give her that pleasure. The sweet pleasure...
• "Come on, let's have a drink" I nudged her shoulder with mine. She looks up at me with those beautiful eyes and I could see her eyes taking me in. I smirk.
• "Quite an art, aren't I?" I joked.
• She looks embarrassed of getting caught. "Fuck off" she replied. Typical, I rolled my eyes at her.
• Not fuck off. Fuck you. If not today then in the future. I thought and drag her towards the bar.
• "One whiskey" I order my drink and stared at Alex, waiting...
• "Umm...a glass of lemonade please.." She said nervously. I smile at her choice of drink.
• "Loosen up, there is no boss here. Just have some fun." I say loudly because of the loud volume of the music.
• Her head snaps toward the source of music. Her eyes shone, her feet tapping on the beat of the music.
• So she likes this song.
• "Wanna dance?" I asked her and hold my breath.
• Please say yes...Please.