The good girl

I found myself questioning the nature of our relationship. Initially, he had made it clear that he didn't want any strings attached, but his behavior lately suggested otherwise. He was acting like a jealous boyfriend, and I didn't like it. The way he glared at me when I was near other guys was unsettling. He didn't want me to be close to anyone else, which was unrealistic and suffocating.

When I tried to reason with him, he became defensive. "You didn't see us do anything out of the ordinary, I don't see why you're upset," I said, trying to calm him down. But he was beyond consolation. His eyes narrowed, and his voice took on a menacing tone. "You did nothing out of the ordinary, damn it! Alicia, that bastard held your hand."

I felt a surge of frustration. Why was he being so possessive? Didn't he trust me? I decided to confront him about his behavior. "You're getting quite possessive," I said, my voice firm but calm. He stared at me, his eyes flashing with anger. For a moment, I thought he would explode, but then he seemed to regain control of himself.

"And what if I am?" he said, his voice low and husky. A sly smile spread across his lips, and he asked, "Do you really want to find out?" I felt a shiver run down my spine as he looked at me with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.

I tried to play it cool, but I couldn't deny the spark of attraction between us. "Are you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He licked his lips, and I felt myself getting wet. This man had definitely done something to me.

"If I don't like seeing you with another guy, then yes, I am possessive of you," he said, his voice low and menacing. I felt a thrill of excitement mixed with fear. What did it mean to be possessed by this man? And why did the thought of it excite me so much?

I smiled at him, surprised by how much I liked his possessive behavior. "What did he say in the text?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly. I hesitated before responding, "That we should talk." He raised an eyebrow. "About what?" I shrugged, feeling a bit uneasy. "I don't know."

He furrowed his brow, his expression intense. "Has he ever told you he likes you?" I didn't respond, not wanting to jeopardize Silas's job. He seemed to take my silence as an answer. "What did you tell him?" he pressed on. I sighed inwardly. "That I was seeing someone. He assumed it was you."

He fell silent, his eyes never leaving mine. After a moment, he spoke up again. "Since it's clear we're together, tell him I said he should back off. I'm asking nicely, but he wouldn't like it if I got angry." I nodded, feeling a shiver run down my spine.

He gazed at me for a long moment before saying, "Sit on my lap." I didn't hesitate, my body craving his touch even in the midst of our argument. As I settled onto his lap, he took my hand – the same hand Silas had held earlier – and brought it to his lips. His tender kiss sent a jolt of desire through me.

I bit my bottom lip, watching as he grazed my hand with his tongue. I felt myself getting wetter, my body aching for more. When would we get to his penthouse? I couldn't take this anticipation much longer. He noticed my gaze and smiled. "Raymond, speed up," he instructed, his eyes never leaving mine.

Bang! That was my back colliding with the wall, our breaths echoing in the room. "Uh, ah," his lips grazed my neck while my hand tangled in his hair. He kissed and gently nibbled at my neck before returning to my mouth for a fervent kiss. But then he abruptly pulled back, and I felt a surge of anger as he commanded, "Get on your knees, Alicia." My eyes lit up as I obeyed, dropping to my knees. He unbuckled his belt and undid his pants, my gaze locked on him with anticipation. "Take out my cock," he ordered, and I complied. He looked stunning, just as always. "Suck it," he said, and I took him into my mouth, beginning to pleasure him.

He thrust his hips, guiding my head with his hand, his face awash with desire. "That's it, don't stop, just like that, baby!" I took him deeper, and he threw his head back in bliss. I could taste his precum in my mouth. He pulled out and picked me up, bringing me to the bed as he stripped me down. He laid me on my stomach at the edge of the bed, his hand roaming over my backside before smacking it softly. "Ah!" I cried out. He slid his fingers into me, and I moaned; I was so aroused that he slipped in easily. I muffled my cries into the bed as he worked three fingers inside me, starting slowly before picking up the pace. Leaning closer to my ear, he bit down while continuing to finger me, and I reached my orgasm, screaming his name. "Yes, it's me, no one else, just me. Am I clear?" I nodded eagerly, craving his penis inside me. "Respond, Alicia. Say yes, or I won't fuck you," he insisted. I nearly cried out, desperate, "Yes, only you!" Before I knew it, he penetrated me, taking me with fast and powerful thrusts.

"Call my name, I want to hear it" as he pushed deeper, enjoying the moment, I shouted, "Lyon!" and exclaimed, "that's it!" With each time I uttered his name, he increased his pace, making it the only word escaping my lips, as he connected with my g-spot.

I relished the sensation, aware that I was nearing my limit. Just as I felt the tremors of pleasure, he too lost himself, gasping, "Damn, Alicia," as he breathed heavily in my ear.

Raymond dropped me off at my apartment. I hadn't been home yet since I had gone straight to Lyon's place. After our intense encounter, we had taken a shower and eaten before he instructed Raymond to take me back. Exhausted, I collapsed onto my bed and decided to message Silas.

Me: I couldn't respond earlier, but now I can. There's really nothing to discuss between us. I believe you might have realized who I'm seeing, so let's keep things professional and respect our boundaries.

I think this is for the best, and then I got a reply from him.

Silas: He's not good for you; that guy is damaged. I think everyone can see it. I truly like you, Alicia.

Me: I don't share the same feelings; I appreciate you as a friend. Yes, I know he has issues, but that's not your concern. Thanks for your worries.

He didn't reply, and I fell asleep.

The week went by uneventfully with Silas avoiding me, which I suppose is for the best. The weekend arrived, and tomorrow marks Lyon's Enterprise's 12th anniversary. Lyon has already gifted me a stunning grey gown adorned with diamonds. When I put it on, I felt like a princess in a fairytale; he truly knows how to make me feel special.

On Saturday, the designer prepped me, taking care of my hair and makeup—all expenses covered by Lyon. Once they finished, I could hardly recognize my reflection; I truly looked divine.

A limousine awaited me outside, and I stepped in. Upon arriving at the venue, I spotted some of my colleagues. As I emerged from the limo, all eyes turned to me, as if I were a celebrity. It was a grand event with reporters and journalists present, and I was escorted through the hall by one of Lyon's bodyguards. So many gazes were fixed on me; I definitely looked extravagant. The one individual who had kept his distance all week approached me.

"I'm curious why you weren't with your boyfriend," he remarked. Honestly, is he the type who becomes rude if a woman is not interested?

"Sir, I'd advise you to back off," Jack, my assigned bodyguard, interjected. I smiled at him and reassured, "Don't worry; I'll handle this." He nodded in agreement. "Seriously, what's your issue?" I asked Silas. He chuckled half-heartedly. "I see you've sold yourself for some jewelry," I was about to respond when I heard, "What did you just say to her?"