A Study Of Love: A Billionaire Love Romance Page 5

  “Please, don't leave,” I begged. He stood there, torn between leaving me and wishing he could stay. He wanted to be with me, I could see it in his soul. His eyes told a story that he could not bear to speak out loud.

  “I wish I could stay...” He thought back and forth between the pros and cons of his upcoming decision. Finally, he decided to sit down next to me. He calmly took a seat, although his leg would not stop shaking. I placed my hand on him as he began his drawn out explanation of the events that were to follow.

  “Our family is, well, different I guess,” He started. I was curious to see where this was going. Then it hit me. My mind was cast back to the conversation I had earlier with my kooky neighbor in the front yard. Alex had not even finished his story yet, but I knew deep down that this was the conclusion.

  “...Werewolves,” I mumbled. He stopped dead in his tracks. His mouth clamped shut before he spoke again in a quiet tone.

  “How did you know?” He asked me. It all made sense, every last clue that had been staring me in the face all this time. The disappearing at the sight of the full moon, our sudden and abrupt meeting in the forest, the rumors running rampant around town, the mysterious creatures that no one could explain. It was all him. Right there and then I was hit with the startling reality. Yet somehow, for some unknown reason, I thought I could make it work.

  “I just know,” I said directly. The moon had almost reached the middle of the sky as our conversation neared a sudden end. His pupils dilated, fur began to pierce through his skin from the inside. There was no stopping this transformation.

  “Please, run!” He told me. I had no choice. With the creature who was once Alex running behind me, I made my way quickly back home. I darted in and out of the trees and shrubbery as I convinced myself not to look back. He was not the same man he had been all that night. It was not Alex who stalked me so instinctively.

  I got to the back garden and leaped through the back door. I locked it from the inside and collapsed against the wooden frame. As I slid down toward the floor I could hear him sniffing around outside. Quietly, I made my way up the stairs and to my bed. I lay under the covers and wondered what I could possibly do for him. Was there any way to stop this madness? My mind raced until eventually I finally found sleep. My eyes drifted closed as my exhausted body relaxed and each tense muscle found some relief.

  I had not been asleep for very long, an hour or two at the most when I was awoken again by someone opening the door. My thoughts sped to the conclusion that Alex had gotten inside, and not the Alex I had been kissing so passionately that evening, before his inevitable transformation. I flicked on the lamp by my bed and looked up only to find I was wrong. In tattered and torn clothing, Alex stood in the doorway, panting and tired from his strange and paranormal night.

  “Are you OK?” Despite my fear of what he had become, I cared for him deeply. He nodded at me and asked if he could sit. I patted the place on the covers beside me and he took it. I placed an arm around his shoulder, trying my best to comfort him.

  “I'm sorry if I scared you,” He said. I laughed and looked him dead in the eye,

  “You couldn't get rid of me that easily!” I joked. He smiled at me, leaning forward and kissing me, picking up exactly where we left off. I kissed him back. No matter what he was, or what his family was, I could never let him go, not without a fight. He laid me back on the bed and slid under the covers beside me. I welcomed him in and we cuddled for a while with our mouths pressed firmly together.

  He lifted the hem of my panties and moved them down my thighs, removing them completely from my body. I allowed him to take my underwear away until we were both left naked in my bed. He rubbed my clitoris slowly back and forth as I moaned my pleasure. His hands worked effortlessly to caress my most tender spot, inserting one and then two fingers inside. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second as he played with my pussy gently. It had been so long and with him especially, it felt so good.

  “I don't usually, you know, do this on the first date,” I confessed. He kissed down my neck, speaking between subtle nibbles toward my bare chest,

  “Neither do I, but there is something about you, Emily,” He assured me. I knew exactly how he felt because I felt it too. There was no other way to describe it, but love. I leaned back and moaned as he pulled his fingers out from within me. He climbed on top and rubbed the head of his throbbing member against my soaking hole. He held one cheek in his masculine hand as he purposefully inserted himself all the way in. I let out a short squeal as he moved in and out, over and over again. It was heavenly. I let myself be swept away by the feeling he was evoking inside of me. No man had ever made me feel this good, and he was doing so with the greatest of ease.

  “That is amazing,” I whispered into his ear. He nodded his agreement. There was no better feeling in the world than the one he was giving me at this very second. All worries just melted away as he pounded me harder and harder. I grasped the sheets in my outstretched hands as I felt myself getting closer to orgasm at the moment. I was about to cum and it had never happened so quickly. I was understandably astounded.

  “I'm almost there,” I moaned, head tilted back toward the top of the bed frame. He held me close to his warm body as he pushed himself deeper, rubbing his hips against my aching clitoris. I screamed loudly, bunching my fists as the juices poured down my thighs and onto the sheets below. Evidently, it was too much for him too. Before I had completely finished, his cock exploded inside of me, mixing with my own fluids and pooling together on the bed beneath us both.

  With that, he collapsed beside me in a heap and beacon me to come closer. With that, we were cuddling together once more on my ruined sheets. He hugged me so tightly I thought he would never let go.

  “That was incredible,” He sighed, obviously reminiscing already about the night we had just shared. I agreed.

  “I have never felt anything like it,” He knew that I was not just referring to our intimate lovemaking session. There was much more to this than just sex. There was an unexplainable connection we both felt. That night, I fell asleep calmly and satisfied with my day and all of the events that had transpired, even if some were a little strange and ultimately abnormal, to say the least.

  When I awoke in the morning, Alex was already gone. I was saddened until I saw that he had left a note on the pillow beside me. Hesitantly, I read it and my heart skipped a beat.

  'Emily,

  Last night was so incredible and it just goes to show that I was right about you and I chose the right person to reveal my secrets too. Since you were so understanding and possibly the best lover I have ever had, I got up early to make you breakfast. Come downstairs and there will be blueberry pancakes waiting. I hope you like them, you just seem like a blueberry pancakes kind of girl.

  Love Alex'

  It was not what I had expected at all, but when did Alex ever conform to what I had expected. I should know this by now! I slipped on the slippers that waited for me by the bed and made my way quietly downstairs, hoping to surprise him. Of course, that was not a possibility. With his enhanced hearing, Alex heard me as soon as I set foot on the floor in my bedroom.

  “Good morning!” He said cheerfully as I made my way through the doorway. He turned to me and smiled walking over to give me a passionate kiss, hands still covered in flour from his pancake making. I wrapped my arms around him and returned the favor. There was nowhere I would rather be than right here, in the kitchen with him. I sat down across the table and we chatted about irrelevant aspects of our day-to-day life, not acknowledging the secrets I had come to know the previous day. The pancake was delicious and he had lived up to his word. They were waiting for me in a tack before I even made it into the kitchen. He had also assessed me accurately, blueberry pancakes were my favorite since I was a little girl.

  I took one bite after another and we sat in silence. Nothing needed to be said, not anymore. With him, I felt complete and this was all I needed. I could tell, even from afar,
that he felt exactly the same way as I did. There was nothing in this world that could tear s apart, at least for the moment. If I ever found myself wondering, praying that we would stay as we were now, I would just think back to this moment, happily eating a homemade breakfast at the kitchen table, with not a worry in the world.

  Our lives progressed without a hitch from there. We spent our time just as any other couple would and the rumors of werewolves died down soon after. For each full moon, Alex and his small family would disappear for a time and return days later as if nothing had happened at all. I did not know the extent of their family bonding time away, nor did I wish to ask. I was happy living in ignorance if that was what it took to be together.

  Each moment with him made me realize that he was perfect for me, and I only hoped that I was just as perfect for him. We spent the rest of the day and the start of the following week close by, in each others company as we got to know each other intimately and on a more personal level. Regardless of what he was, there was no doubt in my mind for even a second that this was the man for me. Despite his obvious flaws, I had the power to overlook any obstacle that came between us. He was the one for me and I was the one for him.

  THE END