Page 82 of Deeper

Because Zander acknowledged his wrong and took accountability Friday, I had no problem driving over to his house that evening.

Okay, staying strong and independent aside, I just missed him already and wanted nothing more than to be snuggled in his arms.

God, I’m falling again.

And it was okay.

I got out of the car and made my way to the front door, noting that Zander seemed to be alone because I didn’t spot any extra vehicles in the parking area. The thought of being semi alone—there was still Rajaa—made me feel good about having Zander to myself.

He was ready for me, coming and answering the door as soon as I rung the bell.

In a rush of his cologne and radiance, I was immediately immersed in Zander’s presence. His dark eyes were covered by a pair of glasses that again just worked for him. The sight of his red long-sleeved top made me want to go forth and hug him, and the added touch of the gold chain around his neck was a nice dash of style.

Without speaking, Zander let me into the house, allowing me to enter the foyer as he closed and shut the door behind me. I wondered what was up as I hung back, waiting for him to say something.

“Hey.” I smiled nervously. The house was quiet and sound. “What’s up?”

“Rajaa and Paul went out,” Zander informed me. “I stayed behind.”

“Okay, I see that.”

Zander almost seemed to be advancing closer to me in a stealthy way.

“You know, I’ve been up, thinkin’ about yesterday,” he said casually and calmly. “I’m aware that I shouldn’t have lost my temper, butyoushould’ve stayed and been supportive. It’s not about being a ‘therapist,’ but rather, being a supportive and caring partner. You should’ve had my back a little more than just running along.”

My hand pasted to my hip, noticing hewaswalking up on me. “Um, excuse—”

Zander shook his head, a hint of a smile on his face, breaking the surface of his impassive mask. “I’m talking.” Those two words and the short distance now between us had me going quiet as my back met the wall. “Like I was saying, you should’ve been supportive all day. You know I’ve got issues with Teddy, and you were sitting next to him. I didn’t like that. You should’ve gotten up and moved. To make matters more fucked up, you got his autograph.”

“For my friend—”

Zander’s finger brushed against my lips. My back was against the wall. His other hand shot out and planted itself beside my head as he leaned close, invading my space. “I’m talking, Bianka.” Again, I went quiet as he continued. “And let’s not forget all that shit you were talking about me being a ‘solid five at best’ when we were shopping. I’ve realized I’ve been lettin’ you slide for way too long.”

“Zander… Boy, bye—”

He bent down and grabbed me by my legs, picking me up with ease and tossing me on his shoulder. In seconds he was ascending up the stairs, carrying me as if I were as light as a feather. Speechless, I could only watch us climb higher and higher until we were on the second level and making our way towards his bedroom.

Zander set me down on my feet in front of his bed. He sized me up, taking his lip into his mouth in a way that let me know where his mind was. “I want you on all fours.”

I fingered along the collar of my shirt, playing coy. “What are you going to do to me?”

Zander came and gently pushed me to where I was sitting on the bed and he was hovering over me. He looked into my eyes and read me, gauging my reaction as he knelt down and pulled off my flip-flops, unbuttoned my shorts, and tugged my tee over my head. This process was slow, full of eye contact, leaving me speechless and wet.

I helped him out of his shirt and tan trousers and lay back on my arms as he stepped out of his boxer briefs.

He came and trailed his hands gently along my body before he flipped me over abruptly, making me assume the position. I had just enough time to process it all before he was inside of me.

“Shit!” I let out at the invasion.

“Not so big and bad now, are you?”

“Fuck you, Zander.” I said it to piss him off, and it worked as he slammed his hips into me once more.

Zander came close to my ear, moving my hair out of the way. “I am.”

He gripped my waist possessively as he began delivering fierce stroke after stroke.

A hard open-palm slap greeted my ass and I let out a loud whimper.

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