Chapter 6 Strange happenings

Alexa's POV

I reached for the vibrator…it looked so huge. The spasm of pleasure still danced in my body.

I closed my eyes, biting on my lips as i let out a grunt.

“Ohh…oh please…ahh,” “ Ahh…” i let out a sigh, rubbing the cap of the vibrator on my headquarters, rocking it in between my lips and teasing it.

I took in a deep breath as i thrust the vibrator into my pussy. I held my breath, my eyes filled with tears as i turned it on, with its other shorter end tending to my clit.

I started with the lowest speed and then gradually work my way up. At this moment,my moans could definitely be heard from the gates of this mansion. Thankfully, everyone was asleep unless if they're also busy like me.

I keep on going as my body adjusted to the intensity. Enjoying the tantalizing sensation it offers.

I was lost in the moment, when i heard a clicking sound, which made me froze.

That was the sound of the door to my room. I turned and saw it closed, but i was so sure i heard that right. Does that means some one was there?

The maids quaters was outside the mansion, and even if it was here, none of them will come up the stairs like this in the middle of the night.

And it was definitely not a thief. No body can broke into this highly secured mansion. The only person that could possibly be there was Leon.

“What the hell could bring him here…” I thought, because he has no reason to be at my door. Since when did he started this? Since when did he started to care about what i do that he will open my door without knocking? Has he seen me?

The questions kept on bombarding my brain, with no one to answer them. Maybe he heard my moans.

“Yeah…it has to be it,” i mummbled. I should have been more quiet, or even use something to cover my mouth, to block the sound. Maybe i woke him up and he came to check what was making me moan like that.

The heat in me suddenly disappeared. In as much as i don’t have a problem with him seeing me like that, i still couldn’t believe he has seen me this vulnerable. Now he will be seeing me as a horny slut. I couldn't help but feel embarrassed.

“Whatever…” i said rolling my eyes, as if he was there. That was an attempt to mask my embarrassment which failed miserably. I locked the door with the key and went back into the room, all interest lost. My eyes landed at my phone that laid on the floor where it fell, i picked it up and checked the time and it was an hour after midnight. I kept the phone back on the mirror stand, mentally noting to always lock my door every night.

The bed was still messy. The sheets were twisted, half of the pillows on the floor, including the one i hugged earlier. I suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment, so i turned my face away and just fell onto the bed without fixing anything.

I pulled the duvet over me like a shield. My mind wouldn’t stop bringing up the possible Leon’s view of me now.

I stared at the ceiling, my eyes wide open,not showing any sign of sleep. I replayed the sound over and over again in my head. That small, stupid click that ruined my wonderful night.

“Damn it..” i muttered. My body was tired now and heavy. The tension that had been there earlier had drained the hell out of me, have spoilt my mood, leaving only embarrassment behind, crawling embarrassment.

I turned to my side and hugged a pillow to my chest. Maybe it could make me forget and fall asleep faster.

Leon didn’t care about me. He never had. He barely looked at me most days. He didn’t come near my room. That was how our marriage was. So why would he suddenly care tonight? And why should i feel embarrassed like this?

The thoughts made me uncomfortable.

Eventually, exhaustion won. My eyes burned, and sleep dragged me under before i could argue with it, not that i would.

Morning came brightly the way it always did in the house. Sunlight pushed through the curtains like it owned the place, landing right on my face. I groaned and rolled over, burying my head in the pillow. For a second, i forgot everything that happened last night before it all came rushing back.

I sat up slowly, scanning the room like i expected to see someone standing there. Not that anyone has ever been there waiting for me to wake up, but just to see whether something may be different today.

I exhaled and rubbed my face with both hands. I just woke up but my mind had already started running wild because i was always on edge.

I stood up and went straight to the bathroom, i had to prepare early for my meeting with my dearest Nora. I had a long hot shower before stepping out, wrapping a towel around me.

My shoulders felt lighter, my little embarrassment long forgotten. Today was Nora's day. That thought alone lifted my mood.

I did my makeup carefully, not heavy though, just enough to look good for my love. I picked a simple dress, nothing that screamed “ married or luxury”. Just Alexa, or a beautiful woman, or whatever.

I checked my phone and there was no message from anyone, not that I was expecting any but atleast maybe from Nora.

I discarded the thought and grabbed my bag, heading downstairs.

The house was already awake. The maids greeted me politely as i descended down the stairs. I smiled back automatically at them, although they never smile back at me. This house ran on routines and manners, so i never took that to heart. Feelings didn’t really have space here.

The butler cleared his throat when he saw her.

“Madam.”

“Yes?” I replied, pausing.

“The boss asked me to inform you that you’ll be attending an event with him tonight. He said he’ll come pick you up later. You should be informed.”

I blinked.

“Tonight?” I asked to confirm what i just heard.

“Yes, madam.”

I nodded slowly. “Okay.”

I walked past him, but my mind was already spiraling.

Since when?

Leon has never taken me anywhere. Not even the events that we were supposed to go together. So what changed? Or was it about what happened last night? Well…I would find out.

I stepped outside, the sunlight warm on my skin. I dialed Nora’s number but it stopped ringing after some time. No answer.

A frowned settled on my face.“Nora, pick up,” I muttered, trying again but it went straight to voicemail this time.

That was strange.

Nora always picked. Even if she was busy, she’d at least text back something silly.

I stopped walking and looked at the screen for a long second before slipping the phone back into my bag.

I’ll just go there.