Chapter 4 The Ball

Alezandra's P.O.V

The car came to a halt and the door of the limo opened, my chauffer outstretched his arm towards me and I gladly took it, as I step outside onto the pavement, camera lights glimmered lighting up the night.

Jaxon soon join my side with his hand resting on the small of my back. Our bodyguards were trying their utmost to keep the reporters at bay who were strung with cameras and microphones.

"Miss webster do you plan on getting married anytime soon?!" The first question was thrown from the crowd and they all stood eagerly awaiting with microphones pointing in my direction expecting me to reply.

I felt Jaxon stiffen a bit and I sucked in a breath bringing my gaze upon the huge castle-like building before us. Whenever I was being asked this question it would bring an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach and as much as I'd like to give them an update on my relationship with Jaxon I couldn't, for I too didn't know the answer to that specific question. Jaxon and I have been engaged since college and he had only upgraded the ring two years ago also making it public that we were planning on getting married. The last time we even spoke about it was a year ago when his parents brought it up over Thanksgiving dinner.

"Jaxon! We heard that you will be inheriting your Father's other company this year, are you?!" Another question and I could see the look of irritation across Jaxon's face as his grip around my waist tightened.

"Oh, great." Alexander climb out of the vehicle mumbling, slightly annoyed, nevertheless flashing them his million-dollar smile.

Such a poser.

"Alexander when did you return?-Alexander are you back for good?!"

"Well, only time will tell." he responded. The next flicker of a camera and my right eye twitched due to the brightness.

"Is your brother getting married why you've decided to come back to New York so suddenly?!"

What's up with them and this marriage topic??

"Alexander are the rumors true that you got your PI pregnant?!"

What!? Good lord.

Pfft then again it's Alex, I don't put anything pass him. He's like an immature teenage boy stuck in a grown man's body, and this is one of the many reasons why his brother can hardly tolerate his very existence.

Thankful that all their attention has shifted to Alex, I ascended the stairs hand in hand with Jaxon. I couldn't wait to see the inside of the building.

It was like the usual, A room filled with rich stuck up people in gowns and tux that probably cost thousands of dollars.

"I still can not bring myself to believe any of this nonsense." Jaxon shook his head taking two wine glasses from a tray that a waitress had walked by, handing one to me.

"It's your brother; Alex we're talking about." I scoff taking the glass and bringing it to my lips, I sip on the red content.

"You're right" he sighed "I wish he would be more focus-"

"I am brother, being focused doesn't mean I have to bury myself in work constantly."

"I have to go, there are a few investors I've been trying to avoid but now seems like the best time to go indulge in their boring conversations. Love, if you would excuse me." His lips came in contact with the skin of my neck, and in a blink of an eye he was lost in the crowd.

"And I need to find someone to take back to my hotel tonight-"

"Wait, why are you staying at a hotel and not at the house with us?"

"Because your fiancé hates me." I shake my head taking another sip of wine.

"Hate is a strong word, I'm sure your brother loves you. He just wants you to be more responsible when it comes to the company and your lifestyle."

"I can assure you that's not my brother, I lost My brother the day they sent him off to college."

"See you around, kitten." I watch as Alex strides his way over to the model-like goddess, leaving me all alone reminding me of the fact that I had no friends, sure I have a few people I've talked with but it has only ever been about business. I had friends but then again they weren't friends, they were using me to their advantage and I figured this out after realizing that I was always paying for everything whenever we would all go out.

Whatever Alex had seem to be telling the girl must be good, I could count the woman's teeth from where I'm standing.

"Alezandra, looking beautiful as always." A woman in her mid-thirties wearing a baige dress approached me.

"Mourine, hi." I flashed her the fakest smile I could muster as I leaned in to greet her with a side hug, my eyes drifted to her fake pearls around her neck then back up to her dolled-up face.

"You don't look too bad yourself." I lied, she looks terrible and I'm not surprised by the rumors of her husband spending all their savings on his gambling addictions because it was not the first time.

I could only imagine the hurt and built-up anger she must be feeling after so many years of building something so great and accomplishing so many things only to have it being dragged to the ground by the person you love.

"They want you to host for the first hour." I had a choice I could've chosen not to but I didn't want to give Mourine a hot topic to gossip about.

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As I was standing in the center of the ballroom with a mic clutched in my hands. I felt confident as if I could walk through a lion's den without being looked at, harmed, or even touched. I smiled glancing at the crowd. People were walking around, some were just standing to the side or at the back while a majority of them were seated at their assigned tables.

I cleared my throat bringing the mic to my lips-i took one more glance over but something in the mids of the crowd caught my undivided attention*-someone* rather. Our eyes locked and all the memories that I had shoved so deep down came floating to the surface once more-i felt my smile slowly faltering and my panties becoming moist as I stared back at him.

I shivered as his dark eyes traveled down my body lingering on my exposed cleavage, his jet black hair, chiseled chin, and jawline sharp enough to cut paper-those strikingly handsome features, I would recognize them anywhere. My hands went numb and the feeling of bile started rising in my throat. Am I imagining things? I blink twice and his head tilt confirming he was indeed sitting there and that my mind wasn't playing tricks. Bringing the mic to my lips, I open my mouth but no words were being formed. The air around me fell cold and still as i tried to block the ache increasing between my thighs. Feeling sweat in all the places I shouldn't-once again I tried speaking but only choked on air violently coughing up a storm.

After catching my breath, I couldn't bring myself to look away and neither could he, clearly enjoying the state I was in. What was more sickening was the smug look-the devilish grin he was wearing that I wanted so badly to wipe from his face-God I needed his face between my thighs.

He knew what he was doing. He knows how badly his presence affected me, so he had to come to New York, just to break me again-bending me to his will to have me surrender my body to him. It was preposterous how much amusement he found in this game of cat and mouse. I could say i'm tired of playing a role in these diversions of secrets, deceit and dirty lies- but i would only be lying.

It all boils down to the number one question, why me? why him? I'd prayed, wished and hoped to never see him again, having travel across the globe twice-just to stay clear of the possibility of even glimpsing a piece of his shadow and yet there he was..

The mic fell from my hands followed by a loud thud-echoing throughout the ballroom, the sound pulling me back to my frantic reality. I could hear the whispers erupting from the crowd and as they grew louder and louder I got more nervous having everyone's judging eyes scanning my appearance.

Looking around the large room, I found Jaxon's face-contorted with rage while his jaws were clenching and unclenching, his narrowed eyes stared daggers into the back of Treyvon's head.

Ofcourse he'd somehow found me, I was stupid to believe he would stay away after what we did in sicily. It's like my pussy had a fucking tracker and he controlled the remote.

Finally able to collect myself, bundling up my dress I quickly descended the stage going around the corner down a long, dark corridor. I didn't know where I was headed but I couldn't stay here, not with him, not while he's here. It didn't feel right for us to be under the same roof.

I soon found double doors and I push with all my might, the doors swung open revealing a garden, a strong wind swept my hair in my face blowing it around in all directions. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding, combing back my thick brown wavy locs that were blocking my vision. I pressed my palms against my cold wet cheeks and this was when I realized that I was crying. Lifting my gaze to the dark stary skies. I grab a hold of my stomach falling to the grass letting myself be engulfed by my dress as my sobs became audible.

"Oh God-i-oh my g-gosh..." Seeing him only reminded me of the things he did-we did, it's like his hands were still wrapped around my neck choking me, I can still feel the ropes he used to tie me to his bed railing as if I was some dog-some personal toy he kept for his pleasure-I could remember the sensation of him sliding between my slick walls, i could still hear my voice screaming his name as he drove me over the edge taking my body to its limit as if it was just yesterday-

"Alex!" A voice lacing with concern called out pulling me from my train of nightmare-pleasures. I covered my eyes, my entire body was shaking, my body shivered as I felt warm fingertips grazing my forearm, I sense the figure sitting next to me, and by the misty smell of the expensive cologne I knew exactly who it was, wasting no time I helplessly throw myself into his arms with my eyes still clenched shut, crying into his shoulder now staining his suit with salty tears and snot bubbles.

"I swear I didn't know he was going to be here, no one did. It was so unexpected and his arrival was unannounced." I heard him speak softly, I pulled away from him leaning my back against the concrete bench. We sat there letting the silence take over, cumulus clouds have now occupied the previously clear sky. The loud crashing of thunder erupted from above slicing through the quiet atmosphere and it wasn't long after a small drop of rain dripped beneath my eye slowly flowing down the left side of my face like a single tear.

"If you don't go inside your going to get wet and the suit will be ruined-"

"Fuck the suit." I giggled and another round of thunder clapped this time with lightning and a sudden heavy downpour of rain, soaking us both.

"You should probably go inside, I'm going to sit here for a while-" shaking his head 'no' Alex got up stretching his hand out to me.

"Let's go home sis." with a large smile plastered across my face, I took a hold of his hand and he helped me to my feet.

"Oh my God, I ruined my dress." Sighing I picked a partially dried leave trying to remove the clumps of mud and grass from my dress.

"So? it's fine, I'll buy you plenty of new ones, now c'mon." he wrapped his hand around my shoulder leading me around the building through the garden.

Upon approaching the limo, I turned to Alex

"How's Jaxon going to get home-"

"You know he should've been the one doing this. Nice to know he hasn't changed one bit."

"It's fine, this is important to him, I would probably do the same." I whispered the last part looking out the window as the vehicle pulled off.

The ringing of a phone could be heard along with some profanities, My eyes fluttered open to see Alex, we were still in the car and were just pulling into the mansion's driveway.

"Kitten, I'm going to head back to the Ball." I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes.

"Let me guess, the girl you were supposed to be taking back to your hotel."

"Actually, no. It's your fiancé wanting to go to jail."

"Oh. That's not good. I should go back with you then." what was I even thinking? leaving him and Treyvon in the same building...

"No no no, you're going inside to remove yourself from that suffocating corset-yes I know it's tight, I can hear you breathing short from over here. Go, and get some rest. I'll go rescue my brother. That's so odd to say, it's always the other way around."

He laughs and I shake my head agreeing with him. Alex was right, it was mostly him who needed help out of some of the most bizarre situations.

"Fine. But don't wait for something bad to happen before calling." I warned him whilst climbing out of the limo.

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow." Alex close the door and I stood in the rain watching until the only thing I could make out was the tail lights. God knows I don't want to be here alone, sure there are three bodyguards outside but that still isn't enough. I need Jaxon...

I open the door leading to the cold, dark, empty house and immediately went to turn the heaters on.

Struggling to get out of my dress the doorknob clicked and I jumped, startled facing the door. Petrified as a shadow-like figure protrudes from the dark hallway. Jaxon wouldn't be back so fast the Journey from the ball to here was an hour drive.

I sighed seeing the prim pressed tail of Debra's dress, one of my maids.

"My goodness, Debra you scared me, what are you still doing here?" Her shift had ended hours ago and I was curious as to why she was still in my house.

"Sir suggest that I stay with you until he gets back." Of course he did...

"You didn't have to-"

"No. It's fine really, I was just on the way out when he called."

"Alright, thank you." She had the most heartwarming smile. It kinda ached my heart having her here at this time of the night knowing she has her husband and children to get home to.

"No problem, now let me help you get out of this hideous dress." we both laughed at how I was wearing the dress, my head was probably through the arm part and I hadn't managed to loosen the corset on the dress so you could say I was choking, the sad part is, I'm wearing another beneath the dress. So you can only imagine my discomfort.

"Have you caught a hold of the strings?" I asked Debra, eager to free myself from this choke-hold position the dress had me in.

"Yes, and I'm pulling but it's not undoing-"

"Okay try again but harder this time." my body jerked backward as she vigorously tugged on the strings.

"Ma'am, it's not budging-" Oh for fucks sake...

"Pull harder."

"Ma'am, still nothing-"

"Stop calling me that it's making my chest tighten, Jesus christ I cannot breath." My vision had gotten blurry as my knees started to buckle.

"I'm trying to-"

"Goddamit Debra break the strings!" I desperately cried.

"What-?"

"Rip the damn strings-"I cursed growing impatient by the passing seconds,

"I...it's not working."

"Get scissors, run!" I ushered while trying to catch my breath.

She dashes out of the room and I stood looking in the glass at my pale reflection.

"A KNIFE! ANYTHING!" I shouted out the door.

What's taking her so long? Debra appeared in the doorway with a nail clipper-A fucking nail clipper for crying out loud.

"Please just get over here and cut these strings already." she came over to where I was and in less than ten seconds she announced that she was clipping the last string.

"Done!" She exhaled.

"Thank the heavens, now pull me out." Slightly bending over, I angled my body at a ninety-degree angle for her to pull the dress over my head.

"Oh.." I heard her say sounding a bit confused, and after a short while of standing still, I straightened up.

"What's 'Oh' and why have you stopped helping me out the dress?-C'mon you pull from the top so I can easily slip out from the bottom."

"There are buttons" uhh...

"What- how many?" I tried to remember but couldn't recall the dress having any buttons at all.

"Too many to count." You have got to be kidding me...

"Oh fuck it, just cut the goddamn dress already." I felt her gather some of the material in her hands followed by the audible clipping noises of a nail clipper. Seriously?...

"Not with the nail clipper Debra, get real scissors." She sprinted out of the room again.

"You found any?!"

"Yes!" This woman comes into the room holding a pair of garden scissors in her hands.

"Shit.." I muttered, looking at the dress once more before turning my back to her.

"Okay, let's get this over with. Start from the top."

she wasted no time in cutting the dress starting at the top as I instructed.

"Debra, you might want to hurry please, I'm a bit light-headed here." Sweat dripped from my nose, I was tired and frustrated with my damn self.

"Oh my gosh, you're changing colors." Debra exclaimed speeding up her pace.

"Debra-"

"Hold on-i'm almost there." the dress fell to my waist and I quickly undid the corset around my abdomen letting Debra cut the remaining dress from my body. I came to understand how absent-minded I must have been to have put myself in such a....situation, how can I not have noticed earlier these many buttons and fittings.

After precisely 12 minutes the dress was successfully off and Debra and I were just sitting on the sofa in my closet staring at the muddy dress sprawled across the floor.

"So....so we only had needed to pull that one string for it to-" I spoke out.

"Yes..." She answers with a tight-lip smile,

"And those buttons could've easily been open if we'd just-" She cut me off once more answering before I had the chance to finish voicing my sentence.

"Mhm" Debra hummed brushing the wrinkles from her blouse.

"Um, so cutting the dress was unnecessary..." scratching my temple, I leaned back on the sofa remembering how much I had paid for the dress.

It was a design I sketched myself and had made specifically by a friend for me. There was only one design and it was a shame it had to go to waste.

"Yep-" she answered. "It's a pretty darn dress."

"Twelve thousand dollars." I sighed looking away, I know what she was probably thinking, that I had enough money to spend Twelve grand on a piece of clothing to only wear it once before tossing it.

Though, despite the fact being a multi-billionaire, I wasn't the type to spend unnecessary cash on material things.

"Damn, that's more than my yearly pay." I turn to Debra wide-eyed seeing her mirroring my reaction after realizing what she had just now said.

"Sorry I didn't mean-" She started but I cut her off

"No don't be, I'm glad you brought it up, I had told my PI-It's fine I'll sort it out in the morning when I go to work." she nodded and I smile.

"Thank you." she stood from the sofa and headed in the direction of the door.

"No problem I'll leave you to get changed. Should I get you anything before I go?" It was now that I realize I was still in my matching lace underwear.

"No, thanks. I'll be heading to bed." she nodded and I heard her leave the room.

After getting changed into something more comfortable, I went downstairs as I was thirsty. Standing by the counter sipping the water I heard a vehicle pull into the driveway, lighting up the house through the glass windows. I discarded the bottle and raced up the stairs to our bedroom and into the bed burying my face into the pillow pretending as if I was asleep. I was avoiding the Andrea Treyvon Russo is back in New York topic. A couple of seconds later the door opened and the room was filled with the intoxicating smell of Jaxon's cologne.

"Baby, are you sleeping?" when I didn't reply I heard him sigh leaving a kiss on the exposed skin of my shoulder. I eventually fell asleep reliving my worst and best erotic fantasies and was disappointed when I woke up at 3am with an unwavering sensation of sexual needs.

((((((((End of chapter 4))))))))

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