alexander

The sounds of the city streets below faded into the background, leaving the luxurious apartment silent, save for labored breaths and the soft hum of the air conditioner. Papers and two glasses of wine sat still on the coffee table, a meeting long forgotten in favor of something much more delectable. Then, the vibration of your phone cut through the thick tension, it's screen lighting up to make way for a call, snapping both men out of their hazy desires. It was dimitri,[name] ex. Alexander picked up the phone, pressing it close to his ear. before that, alexander its your co worker in a mafia mission.he knew your phone number because of work reason.he and you are sex partner in other side. ""[name], his voice its smooth and familiar through the speaker. "you are not at your home." he say low and steady. Alexander simply hummed, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.(he knew its your ex..by miracle). "I know." He muttered, those deep brown eyes of his glancing up at cryus, taking in the marks of red and purple left on his neck. "We're just finishing up a few things here at the office,can you wait?" He spoke so casually, as if he wasn't lying through his teeth, as if he didn't have his hand on your waist, as if [name] wasn't straddling his lap—half naked flushed and breathless, trying to hold a fucking moan.