Our bedsheets were fresh, tucked and waiting. I had changed into the lace set I bought days ago just for this moment. A deep wine red, delicate and risky. It hugged my hips and clung to my breasts like it knew what was coming. Or what I thought was coming.

I had been playing this scene in my head for days. The way Alex would close the door behind him, his eyes darkening when he saw me lying in wait. The heat in his voice as he told me how much he wanted me. The way he would passionately make love to me like I was his world because I WAS HIS WORLD.

And tonight felt like the night. We were finally alone. No interruptions. No shadows or threats breathing down our necks. Just us.

Alex stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at me like I was the only thing he wanted to touch. My body responded before his hands even did. I arched into the moment, heart thudding loud in my chest and desperate need coiling between my thighs.

He leaned down and kissed me. The kiss was slow but also intense and purposeful. His hands brushed down my sides, over my hips. I gasped when his lips moved to my neck and then my breasts. My legs opened slightly, begging him in silence.

He took off my bra and sucked my breasts, licking my nipples gently as he did. He also got busy with rubbing my pussy slowly in circular motion. I was at the verge of having an orgasm and was likely to cum before we even started making love properly.

“Alex,” I whispered. “Please.”

He groaned softly, like the sound of my voice already unraveled him. I was already getting wet and was so close to dripping all over our sheets.

Then his phone buzzed.

A sharp vibration. Just once. But it was enough.

Alex pulled back with a tight breath. “Shit.”

I blinked, trying to keep the haze from clouding my thoughts. “What?”

He grabbed the phone off the nightstand and read a message. The warmth in his eyes vanished.

“I have to go,” he said.

I sat up fast. “What do you mean you have to go? Now?”

He was already standing, already reaching for his shirt.

“It is urgent business Millie,” he said, avoiding my eyes.

My chest sank. I was still hot. Still wet. Still open. And he was walking out?

“Seriously? You were just about to—”

“I know,” he cut in. He came over and kissed my forehead. “I swear I will make it up to you.”

Then he was gone. Just like that.

No explanation. No satisfaction. Nothing.

The bedroom door clicked closed. I stared at it, stunned.

Anger bubbled in my chest. I had waited for this. I had let my body ache for it. And he just left me hanging?

I threw the covers off and paced the room. My skin still tingled from his touch. My lips were swollen from his kiss. My pussy was still wet and my thighs pressed tight, like my body was demanding an answer.

Fine. If he was going to leave me like this, I could handle it myself.

I lay back on the bed and let my hand drift. My eyes fluttered closed as I imagined him still here. His mouth on my breast. His hand between my legs. The way he would whisper my name when I moaned for him.

My fingers moved slowly, circling where I needed him most. A soft gasp escaped me. I could still feel the weight of his body. Still smell him on my skin.

The pressure built. Hot. Sharp.

Then the alarm bell rang.

A loud chime from the front door.

My hand froze then I sat up.

Someone was here.

What was it with this evening and rude interruptions?

Still breathless, I grabbed Alex’s robe and pulled it around me. I crept down the hallway barefoot, every nerve on fire.

The security monitor lit up as I approached.

There was one person.

Standing at the gate.

But the camera was fuzzy.

I squinted at the screen, trying to make out their face.

Then the doorbell rang again.

Whoever it was…they were not going away.

I swallowed hard and reached for the intercom button.

“Who is it?”

Silence.

Then there was the baritone voice of a man.

“Is this Millie Rivers?”

My heartbeat increased slowly.

No one was supposed to called me by Dan’s surname.