Nico
When the security guard of Alaric’s penthouse saw arriving in a heavy, oversized black hoodie with the hood pulled low over my face, he didn’t need to look any further. He already knew exactly who I was.
"The young master is not in," the guard said, offering a polite but distant nod. "He left early for so appointnt."
For so appointnt? Hearing those words stirred a dark, volatile jealousy buried deep inside my chest. It flared up instantly.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, and honestly, I hated myself for it. I wasn’t even supposed to be jealous. I had co here for a release, nothing more, but I couldn’t help but wonder if he was out there right now, spending his evening on a date with another woman.
’You idiot, you just went on a date with Sophia yourself,’ my subconscious bit back, reminding of my own hypocrisy.
I sighed, a heavy, frustrated sound, and reached up to slide down my dark sunglasses just enough to et the security guard’s eyes. "He is expecting , but his phone is switched off. I will wait for him," I muttered.
Without waiting for his approval, I turned and headed toward the plush leather couch tucked into the corner of the grand lobby. I sank into the cushions, pulling out my phone and scrolling through it aimlessly, though my attention never truly left the main entrance.
I waited.
An hour dragged by, then another, the ticking of the lobby clock matching the restless beat of my heart.
And then, I saw him.
Alaric strolled through the glass doors, looking effortlessly breathtaking, a bright smile on his face as he laughed into the phone pressed close to his ear.
I stayed perfectly still, lting into the shadows of the corner so he wouldn’t discover I was there.
Thankfully, the guard who had cleared was no longer at his station, replaced by a fresh shift who paid no mind.
My hands curled into tight fists inside my pockets, my fingernails biting into my palms. The sheer anger of it hit like a physical blow. He hadn’t picked up my calls all night, had kept his phone completely switched off, only to turn it back on just to laugh with soone else.
The blatant disrespect annoyed the hell out of , making wonder what the fuck I was even doing here. I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t care.
Once he stepped into the elevator, I moved. I followed almost imdiately, crossing the lobby in swift, silent strides, and shot my leg in between the closing doors just before they could lock into place.
The sensors beeped, and the doors slid back open.
Alaric was the only one inside the elevator.
Great. Just what I needed.
I walked in, the doors sealing shut behind us, and stood directly beside him. Yet, he didn’t even notice . He was still entirely lost in his own world, hanging on every word of whoever was on the other end of the line, laughing as if I didn’t even exist.
The elevator doors slid shut with a soft, chanical hiss, sealing us inside the quiet, mirrored box. Alaric didn’t even look up. He was leaning against the handrail, entirely focused on his call, his eyes crinkled with a lazy, relaxed amusent that made my blood boil.
I stood right next to him, the tension radiating off in waves, but he was too absorbed in the voice on the other end to notice.
My eyes dropped to his trousers, the anger in my chest twisting into a sudden, reckless hunger. If he wanted to ignore , I’d make it physically impossible.
I purposely let my phone slip from my fingers. It hit the elevator floor with a sharp clatter right by his shoes.
Alaric glanced down absentmindedly at the noise, but he didn’t stop talking.
Taking a slow, deliberate breath, I dropped to one knee, acting as though I was simply reaching for the device. But the mont my fingers brushed the floor, I didn’t grab the phone. Instead, I let my hand slide flat against his ankle, trailing straight up the inside of his leg.
My palm mapped the hard line of his calf, slid past his knee, and moved aggressively up the heavy fabric of his trousers. Before he could even register the touch, my hand hooked firmly under his thigh, my fingers driving upward, pressing ruthlessly and directly against his cock. Alaric choked on his breath, his entire body going instantly rigid. The phone in his hand wobbled but didn’t drop.
Shock rippled through him as he looked down, expecting to see a stranger, a stalker, or a security threat cornering him in his own private elevator.
A deep, burning flush rushed up his neck, turning his face entirely red as the sheer audacity of the touch registered.
His chest heaved, followed by a ragged gasp that escaped his lips as his eyes locked onto the dark hoodie huddled at his waist.
Slowly, I tilted my head back, letting the hood slide just enough for him to see my eyes. I didn’t let go. If anything, my fingers pressed deeper into him, demanding his complete surrender.
"Well, well, well," I murmured, my voice sounding dark, like a dangerous purr vibrating against my chest. "Look at you. Refusing to pick up my calls all night, and here you are, laughing so sweet."
Alaric gasped again, his face burning imdiately as he realized who I was. "W-what..." he stamred, his voice trembling as he tried and failed to maintain his composure.
"What are you doing here, Nico?"
I ignored his stamred question completely, my blood running hot with jealousy and lust. Instead, I rose slowly from my knee, pressing my body flush against his in the tight, mirrored elevator, crowding him back against the handrail until he had nowhere to go.
My hand stayed between his legs, fingers rubbing firmly over the growing bulge in his trousers before sliding around to grab a full handful of his ass.
I squeezed hard, kneading the firm muscle through the fabric, then yanked his hips forward so his crotch ground against my thigh.
"Shut up and take it," I growled low against his ear.
I didn’t give him ti to respond as my fingers hooked into the waistband of his trousers and underwear, shoving them down just enough to free his ass.
The elevator humd softly as it climbed toward his penthouse, the numbers ticking higher on the display.
Alaric’s eyes widened in panic, his free hand shoving at my chest. "N-Nico—fuck, stop— I’m on the phone—" he hissed, his voice cracking, but I grabbed his wrist and pinned it against the mirrored wall above his head with one hand.
My other hand returned imdiately, spreading his cheeks roughly.
"Yeah... sorry," Alaric was trying so hard to talk into the phone, but his words were cut off into a choked gag as I pushed a thick finger straight into his tight hole without warning.
His body clenched hard around the intrusion and he let out a loud moan, the phone in his hand dropping to the ground.
Alaric’s knees buckled slightly, but I held him up, finger-fucking him deeper, twisting and curling until I found that spot that made his cock twitch against my leg. He was leaking already, wet spots forming on his shirt.
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