Winning My Ex-Crush

Alan’s POV

My steps paced back and forth in the hotel room. I couldn’t concentrate at all, and I hated this situation. Ah, damn it! My well-thought-out plan had completely failed. I never expected Laird to come here too.

How could this happen? Fenella must have invited him. Ah! I should have set an unwritten rule against bringing partners or additional rooms to maintain professionalism at work.

I sat on the leather sofa in the hotel. My hands naturally rose, and I impatiently bit my nails. My feet fidgeted restlessly.

Fenella was right across the hall from my hotel room! I heard the sound of her entering, but when I peeked through the peephole, Laird was there. They had returned, and my mind could only think of one thing to answer my curiosity about what they were doing inside the room.

Sex. Yes, they must be having sex. Would Fenella moan loudly like other women? Could Laird give her an orgasmic peak?

No! I had to stop thinking about them. I couldn’t linger alone in the room, tormented and directionless.

To ward off the restlessness I felt, I finally decided to go to the gym. In front of Fenella’s door, I stood motionless, observing the unopened brown door that never invited me in. I crept up and pressed my ear to the door, but I didn’t hear any sounds of pleasurable moans.

Suddenly, the elevator dinged, and someone exited into the hallway. Not wanting to get caught, I quickly walked towards the elevator and headed to the hotel gym area.

Some time passed as I used various available workout equipment. They were quite complete and, at least, could distract me from Fenella and Laird. Sweat poured down my body, and my clothes were wet in an instant. I couldn’t differentiate between the sweat from physical exercise and the sweat from anxiety.

“Hey,” a woman greeted me. “I saw you were good at using this equipment earlier. Can you teach me how to use it?”

I observed the woman who wore a tight and sexy fitness shirt from the Fit U sportswear brand. My brand.

It was clear from her muscle tone that she was a professional who trained regularly. In an instant, I could sniff out a lie from her. Maybe she thought she could deceive me and get some attention from me, but I wouldn’t be fooled.

“No, thank you,” I refused with a frustrated grunt.

I hated these women. They were all hypocrites, liars, and bullies. Men were the same-selfish, cruel, and bullies.

In this whole world, I only needed Fenella Baxter. Only she would never lie. She was the only living creature that could still be considered human.

My angel, Fenella.

I walked into the bathroom. In there, I was alone, busy showering in the shower room on this late evening. Perfect.

I chose the bathroom in the farthest corner of the room. In an instant, I took off my clothes and hung them on the door. My hand turned the water knob, and the warm water immediately flowed over my entire body.

My hands began to rub my body slowly. My thoughts wandered back to my initial anxiety about how Fenella and Laird might still be having sex now. It had been over thirty minutes; they might have finished foreplay and been ready to complete the game.

I exhaled deeply, then turned off the water tap and poured soap into my hands. Slowly, I rubbed my body, and the slippery lather began to wrap my entire body. My restlessness guided my hands to rub and play with my hardening shaft.Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

Fenella, my dear. I want to touch you more than Laird touches you. I can make you feel more loved than Laird. I can do anything better than him.

“Please,” I whispered as my hands became more aggressive in rubbing my cock and balls.

My breath grew heavier, and I closed my eyes. I imagined how Fenella would moan as I drove her crazy with each thrust of my cock.

“Yes,” I hissed while biting my lip.

I couldn’t resist it. I needed Fenella so much, and only her. As my heart pounded faster and my breath grew shallower, I began to reach the pleasure of my imagination as the most beautiful angelic girl in the world.

“Yes, gorgeous, do you like that?”

I asked about the image of Fenella in my mind. She spread her legs on the bed, breathing heavily, her eyes closed, her blonde hair disheveled, and moaning repeatedly with her mouth open.

“Yes, you like that! Yes!” I exclaimed loudly as I reached the peak of pleasure.

My body trembled as the thick, white cum splattered on the walls and floor of the bathroom. I gasped for breath and immediately turned on the shower to wash away all my sins.

After showering, I wrapped myself in the available white bathrobe and walked to the locker. Hastily, I took my phone from the bag and called Mike.

“Mike, have you left the hotel?”

“Not yet. Do I need to hurry?” Mike’s foolish question made me angry instantly.

“Of course! Don’t waste time! Leave the hotel immediately and take Jessy out,” I roared.

“But he wants to go to Jemima’s afterparty,” the man argued.

“No! Listen, I gave you an unlimited credit card, so you have to put it to good use. Take Jessy around the city, to restaurants, or even to the mountains; I don’t care. Don’t let him go to the after party,” I hissed in anger.

“Ok, ok, boss.”

The call ended abruptly. I growled irritably and pounded the locker door loudly. Sometimes he couldn’t be relied on at all! Next, I dialed the secret number of an international pop singer.

“Hey, Mallory, how are you?” I asked cheerfully and enthusiastically.

“Hey, Alan. I’m fantastic!” The voice on the other end of the phone sounded excited as well.

“I’m glad to hear that. You must be continuing this fun night at Jemima’s after party, right?”

“Yes, of course! I can’t wait.” Mallory’s distinctive voice on the phone made me smile broadly.

“Perfect! Are you going to bring Roger along?” I asked playfully, teasing her. The woman laughed, and her laughter sounded exactly like one of her popular songs.

“Of course. I guess I will win again this time, right?” she asked with a chuckle.

“Oh, no, sweetheart. This time I will bring my partner,” I said with a teasing laugh.

“Really? That’s great news to celebrate!” She sounded enthusiastic about the news I shared.

“Of course! Shall we celebrate with the usual golden champagne?” I asked with a playful murmur.

“Yes, if you really bring your date to the afterparty. I’ll treat you,” Mallory promised.

“Agreed. See you at the party,” I said with the same level of enthusiasm.

The call ended immediately after Mallory bid farewell with the same cheerful tone to me. I tapped my phone in my hand and grinned happily.

“This time it has to work,” I muttered softly.