Alaric returned home with the taste of Ivanka on his lips. From time to time, as he rode home, his finger trailed on his lips, recalling how amazing she tasted. He wished he could have her forever. He wanted her forever.
Pulling to a stop in his apartment, he squinted his eyes when he found someone in front of his door. He almost narrowed his eyes when he discovered it was Vanessa. Not another lady.
He left the car and walked towards his front door. Unfortunately, she was in his way, looking worried.
"Alaric! What on earth happened to you? Do you have any idea how many times I called? First, you weren't recheable, then you weren't taking my calls," she ranted.
Alaric wasn't ready for it. He was genuinely tired and just wanted to lay his head.
"I just needed to be alone. I'm fine,
