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It is 10:35pm on a lonely Friday night at The Fold when he spots her. She is a vision of glittering sun beams against the grey layered canvas of his life. His approach is cool, even if his left hand has a slight tremble he can’t account for.
She was standin' by the bar,
She was lookin' alright, yeah
He greets her as he would any other woman, showering her with complements and fake interest, like a flower unfolding under the moon she opens to him. Her countenance warms, smiles flow easily from her petal soft lips he is almost desperate to taste after only minutes in her sphere of attention.
Alina is her name, it means light, bright and full of sweetness. He finds his interest isn’t fake anymore.
He decides he likes the lyrical quality his name takes rolling off her lovely pink tongue. Aleks thinks he would like it even more if she were moaning it in his bed while he worked her over like the fine instrument she is.
Warning bells sound distantly in his mind. She’s affecting him, pulling him in like no other before her. Danger signs go unheeded, he is blind and deaf to anything but the nymph in front of him.
He offers to buy her a drink when her smiles falters. Almond eyes skitter away leaving him feeling bereft of their warmth. She declines with what he thinks are tears glint at the corners of her perfect eyes.
Desperation, like a living thing crawls up his throat almost choking him with the need to see this delicate beauty smile again. He orders her a water with lime, offering her his own smile. Not the flirtatious smirk he would normally employ, but an honest upturn of lips too long cast in a frown to remember if he is doing it correctly.
He gets her talking again but she is distracted, a dark shadow, similar to his own stormy companion has settled over her shoulders like a cloak. Feelings like need and want push to the surface demanding he lighten her melancholy expression.
“Would you like to dance, Alina?”
She ignores his request, almond eyes regard him, searching almost hopefully. “All I’m looking for is a good man. Do you think you're qualified Aleksander?”
Ash settles on his silver tongue rendering him speechless. Aleks has never been accused of being a good man. He is a rake at best and a scoundrel at worst. For her he almost wishes he could be more.
He opens his mouth to say as much when diamond tears flow in earnest down her golden cheeks. The story overflows, trembling waves flowing between them. Her lover had left her with a baby on the way. It killed him as she told him the retch of a man was all she’d ever had and now she wanted to die. Despite his attempts to comfort her she couldn’t stop crying because she knew he, Maleyn is the bastards name, was gone to stay.
And I said, baby don't waste your time
I know what's on your mind, yeah
I may be qualified for a one-night stand
But I could never take the place of your man
Her precious face crumbles even as she nodes her understanding at his confession. He could give her little more than a single night of pleasure when she deserves so much more.
Aleks finds himself holding her close, sheltering her from those that would use her pain for amusement.
This isn’t his place. Aleks doesn’t comfort distraught woman, expecting another man’s child. He deals in pleasure, not matters of the heart and certainly not broken hearts. What is it about this slip of a girl, hardly taking up any room against his chest that makes him want to drop to his knees? To swear his devotion and fidelity like a knight of old.
She asked me if we could be friends
And I said, oh, honey baby that's a dead end
You know and I know
That we wouldn't be satisfied, yeah
Looking at her now, once would never be enough. Greed is in his blood, thick like poison tainting everything he touches. Alina, sweet little Alina is pure, made more so by the child cocooned in her still flat stomach. Like the Madonna, he could only corrupt her with his sins.
Fine boned hands reach up, blunt unpainted nails scratching lightly at the bristle of his beard, traveling up to trace the angels of his face. Skimming his lips that part under her touch, then moving to ghost over surprisingly moist lids. His heart battles in his chest, frantic to be released from its prison, wanting to take up residence in its new home, right beside her own golden heart.
“You don’t have to take his place,” She whispers in the shell of his ear, her voice siren soft and every bit as alluring. “I just want to forget for a night. Please Aleks…”
Every ounce of sense dictated he push her away, pry her hands from his burning skin and walk away for both their sake. Sense has never been one of his stronger qualities.
His last thought before drinker her down is that this little girl would be his final decent into ruination.
Her taste is like ambrosia to a dying man, sweeter than honey and twice as addictive as heroin pulling him under. He would never know how he got her back to his penthouse, only remembering the sight of her luminous perfection draped across his sheets. Hours are spent in pursuit of her pleasure, only stopping when she begs for him to fill her until neither could tell where one began and the other ends.
Waking to the radiant sun streaming through the floor to ceiling windows normally obscured by black out curtains, Aleksander beholds an angel silhouetted in the glare. Smoke grey sheets tangle around her ethereal form like living shadows.
Perhaps he is mistaken, Alina might be a drop of heaven sent to save him. He would never take the place of her former man, but he vowed right then he would spend the rest of his life proving he could be the only man she needed.
The End