Chapter 210: Chapter 210: Back to Reality
Alexander ignored the plea, pinning her hips down and attacking the spot with precision. The fluid friction was overwhelming. Twenty-five seconds later, Elena screamed as a third orgasm tore through her body, leaving her breathless.
"Twenty-five seconds! Hey, you’re getting closer!" said Alexander, laughing at her dazed expression. "But close only counts in hand grenades, sweetie. Still no bonus for you."
Determined to finish the punishment, he immediately started the final assault. He used his fingers to spread her wide while his tongue executed a ruthless, rapid-fire sequence. Elena’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as her body locked up, unleashing a massive fourth orgasm in a row.
Alexander sat back on his heels, watching her limp, sweating body sink into the mattress. He patted her trembling cheek with a highly amused grin. "Twenty-eight seconds on the final round. Tragic. You were so close to that bonus, Elena. Better luck next time."
Alexander stepped into the steaming bathroom, thoroughly washing away the dried blood, sweat, and tension of the past few days. When he walked back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, Elena was still passed out, sprawled across the messy sheets like a broken doll.
Amused, Alexander walked over to his heavy duffel bag, zipped it open, and pulled out a stack of one hundred-dollar bills totaling ten thousand dollars. He tossed the bundle onto the mattress right next to her hand, dropping a small handwritten sticky note on top of the cash.
Another round? the note read.
Alexander quickly dressed in fresh clothes, grabbed the duffel bag and the heavy metallic briefcase containing the rest of his millions, and left the room. The TMC hotel was undoubtedly one of the safest strongholds in the entire city, but he detested the idea of leaving his hard-earned fortunes lying around at the mercy of hotel staff and foreign security protocols.
He walked out through the fortified lobby into the blinding afternoon sun. His Shelby was totaled and locked away in a salvage yard, so he pulled out his phone, opened a ride-hailing app, and ordered a premium taxi.
The car navigated through the city traffic pulling up to the curb outside Jessica’s house. Alexander paid the driver, stepped out onto the sidewalk, and slung the heavy duffel bag over his shoulder while tightly gripping the metallic handle of the briefcase. He walked up the porch and knocked on the front door, but the house remained entirely silent.
Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his personal key, turned the lock, and stepped inside. The entire interior was spotlessly clean and perfectly organized. Even the chaos of the heavy green military crates where he stored his weaponry had been arranged, looking as if the intense arms-prep from days prior had never even happened.
Knowing how dependable she was, Alexander carried his millions straight to his room. Jessica was someone he trusted implicitly with his life, so there was no reason to waste time hiding the money under the floorboards; he simply slid the bag and the briefcase into the back of his closet.
As he walked through the kitchen, his eyes caught several empty takeout boxes and trash wrappers piled up near the bin.
"Damn it..." Alexander muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "I forgot I was supposed to take her grocery shopping. Oh well, I’ll ask her if she wants to go later tonight. Right now, I need to hurry up and get to campus... though who the hell knows if the administration even noticed I’ve been missing for two straight days."
He stepped back out, hailed another app taxi, and settled into the back seat as the car sped toward the academy grounds.
The taxi pulled up to the main campus gates a short while later. Alexander stepped out into the bustling courtyard, looking around at the sea of students. "What a goddamn hassle..." he sighed.
He pulled out his phone as he began walking across the quad, opening up a TMC vehicle-trading platform. He started scrolling through the premium auto listings; he was done with the inconvenience of relying on taxis and needed to buy a replacement for his Shelby immediately.
As he walked down the corridors, however, a strange tension filled the air. Groups of students were whispering pointing at him and nudging each other as he passed. Alexander frowned, utterly confused by the sudden attention, but he chose to ignore the stares and kept his eyes glued to his phone as he made his way toward his lecture hall.
He pushed the heavy wooden door open and walked into the classroom. The room was mostly quiet, and he smoothly slid into an empty seat near the back. Up at the front, Sophie was leaning over the teacher’s desk, meticulously organizing a thick stack of printed papers. Seeing the layout, Alexander’s eyes widened slightly.
Shit, I forgot midterms were scheduled for this week, he thought, leaning back into his chair. Whatever. Nothing I can do about it now.
He relaxed his posture, his hand sliding into his pocket to pull his phone back out, when the loud, arrogant whispers from the row directly in front of him cut through the classroom silence.
"Yeah, yeah, I’m telling you I saw it with my own eyes," a male student whispered loudly to his friend, casting a mocking glance back toward Alexander. "The King of the school put him in his place. Look at him crawling back here like nothing even happened. I bet the King gave this arrogant, conceited prick a special kind of beating to teach him a lesson."
Without a word, he stood up, his jaw clenched as a dark, predatory calm washed over him. Before the student could even turn around, Alexander launched a brutal, front kick directly into the backrest of the guy’s plastic chair.
BANG!
The sheer force of the impact shattered the plastic frame, sending the student flying forward and crashing face-first against his own desk before tumbling hard onto the floor.
"What the fuck did you just say?" Alexander growled, his voice deathly low.
