Page 4 of The Alpha's Heir

I run from him, refusing to acknowledge his revelation. Would she have visited if she hadn’t been banished? Did she think of us? Did she ever write or reach out? Where is she?

~~~ End of Flashback ~~~

“Lieutenant Amber Goldrick, it's your turn to give evidence.” The court clerk announces.

My legs shake as I stand and I wish I had kept my mind clear while I was waiting. Now, I feel overwhelmed with hurt, longing and sadness when I need to concentrate on what I am about to say.

Chin up. We will get through this, Red. I love you. Preston is mindlinking me as I enter the Chambers, lending me his strength in my time of need, as he always has done. What would I ever do without him?

*** Salma ***

I throw the stupid pink-and-white testing wand across the bathroom; my period is late, and I hoped it was because I was pregnant, but after 4 negative pregnancy tests, I think I can rule that out.

“Chula, what’s up?” my husband Alejandro calls through the door and I groan in response. I hate letting him down. The overwhelming disappointment corrodes away not just at my hope but at my confidence too. What is wrong with me? Why am I not pregnant yet? “Salma? Please talk to me.”

I unlock the bathroom door, but I don’t open it. I go back to the other side of the bathroom to retrieve the offending testing wand and when I turn back around, my Ale is there with open arms. I just want to melt into his warm embrace, but I shake my head and show him the test so he knows why I am upset.

“Come here, it's okay, it’s going to be okay, bebe. We just get to have a lot more practice, which can’t be a bad thing.” He winks at me, but I know he is as disappointed as I am.

“I thought this was it, I thought I was.” I frown, deep in thought. My body is playing tricks on me, and I am unable to concentrate on anything else. All I want to think about is Ale and I being pregnant and having our own family.

My papa would have called it procrastination, but seeing as he is very much dead and still in my bad books, I don’t think that it matters what he would call it. Ale says I am being unreasonable. I shouldn't keep my father in my bad books because he isn’t here to defend himself. I therefore told him to shut up or he would get a place right next to my father.

We have moved permanently into Ale’s apartment. Traditionally, as head of our Mafia firm, we would take Mami’s house and she would stay with us or take a short holiday before moving to a smaller place. However, I am so angry with her and papa that I don’t want to be anywhere near their house. It just reminds me that all I thought I had was a lie: there was no adoring, idyllic family. Just lies.

“I have to get dressed. I am due at Paloma Azul in half an hour.” Paloma Azul is my nightclub, and the flagship club of our firm.

It is my pride and joy, and when papa started training Ale to take over instead of me, I threw myself into making it the best club around. My hard work paid off. Ale told me after my papa died that he was exceptionally proud of what I had achieved, but the rush of love I felt for my father now feels tainted by the secrets I have discovered since his death.

“I’ll come with you; I have a couple of hours before I have to meet with my father.”

I try to leave his embrace so I can get dressed, but he pulls me back to him.

“I thought you said we had half an hour?” he questions me as he kisses my neck, causing shivers of want and desire to stream throughout my body.

“Ale! No. I said I have to be there in half an hour!” I tell him in mock outrage, though I would always let him persuade me to be a little late. After all, what is the point of being the boss if you can’t be late from time to time?

“So that’s ten minutes to drive there, five minutes to get dressed and then fifteen minutes left to practise.” I laugh as he picks me up and carries me back to our bed.

“You really think you can last fifteen minutes?” I tease him as he discards my silk nightdress and panties.

“When my wife is as beautiful and talented as you, no!” He trails his hand down from my shoulder and across my left breast and erect nipple, continually moving further to my belly button. He lingers over my tummy before slipping his hand lower again until his fingertips connect with my wet slit, which is already warm and damp with longing.

“I love you, Sal. I will love you until the end of time.” He sinks two fingers into me, filling and stretching me, moving slowly and deliberately, touching places only he can reach. “You feel so good bebe, I bet you taste good too.”

We will never be out of here in fifteen minutes. And right now, with Ale at my command, at my service, I don’t really care what is going on outside of these four walls. All that matters is me, him and him fucking me with his fingers and his tongue.

Ale moves down my body and nestles between my open thighs, and in between fingering me, he darts his tongue over my folds and connects with my clit, extracting a sigh of contentment from me. When he adds his lips too, gently tugging and sucking on my most sensitive part, I moan in satisfaction. My Ale knows exactly what I want and what I like. He knows how to touch me to bring me to orgasm over and over and over again.

My body and mind edge closer to fulfilment, climbing higher and higher to oblivion. I crave the feeling of Ale inside me, his thick, hard cock splitting me wide open.

“I want you, Ale, I want you to screw me hard and slow. Please, Ale!” He shifts his weight and covers my body with his, and I can feel his hard cock pressed against my stomach, pinning me to the bed.

I wrap my legs around him, pulling him to me. “Now, I need you now, Ale! I just want you.” I come as he finally pushes into me roughly, giving me exactly what I crave.

The tears that fall afterwards take me by surprise. Once they start, I can’t seem to stop them. I am not pregnant, my papa was screwing around, he has a son who could challenge me for our firm, and he would have every right to. He had a secret mistress that my mother knew all about and I thought they had the perfect marriage. My life is a fucking mess.

Except for my marriage.

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