Black Lace
Chapter 3
WARNING: Highly graphic smut scene. Read at own risk. If you find sexual scenes offensive or are under the age of 18, then please back out now. I don't want any sort of hate coming my way because of the explicit content in the chapter. So, please do not read if you have nothing nice to say.
"What do you mean the bank is declining the loan? They had sanctioned one just last year for the shop! This is just for the spring festival!" Alana waited patiently for the teller on the other side of the phone to explain what was going on. "There is no record of a loan? I have the papers right in front of me!"
Alana pinched the bridge of her nose to stop a headache from forming. She was having the worst day ever. "Yes! It was taken under Evan Abbott."
Even saying his name made Alana want to throw up. She would have sought out another bank if she had not already asked for a loan from this one just two months ago. Now, it was too late to go elsewhere.
"What do you mean? Look, just put me through to his secretary and I'll talk to her. Why can't you? Look, I rea- Hello? Hello? Fuck!"
Alana got up from her chair, pulling her hair in frustration and pacing the floor of the small office as she tried to come up with a plan to save the shop from going bankrupt. She had no option but to talk to Evan face to face. This was exactly what the asshole had wanted the entire time and it looked like Alana had no option but to comply with his wishes.
Alana opened the door to walk out of the office, only to be met by a bucket of muddy water splashing on her clothes from the left. She stood there, stunned at how much fate hated her and could further ruin the day for her.
"Oh my God!" Zoey shrieked, making Alana's head hurt even more and rushed to her side. "Ally, I'm so sorry! I- I was j- just trying to ba- balance the two b- buckets an-"
"Zoey, sweetie! I understand that you were just trying to help out, but who in the world told you to balance two buckets of dirty water?" Alana asked the sensitive teenager as politely as she could without sounding mad.
Alana knew she had failed, however, when she heard the girl give a sniff. Before she could follow up the sniff with a few hiccups of sorrow and eventually the entire waterworks, Alana spoke up.
"Honey, just- just ask Leo to help you mop this up and send Miranda to my office, please."
Alana went back into her office and started shedding off her clothes. She was done peeling off her high neck shirt and was halfway into peeling off the jeans when she heard a knock on her door.
"Come in!" Alana shouted in response, without turning to look. She heard the door open, someone step in and then close. Assuming it was Miranda, Alana went on.
"Miranda, could you take out the spare clothes from the wardrobe? I have to go meet Evan. Can you believe it? The bastard is declining our loan!"
Alana was done peeling off the jeans, when she spun around to look at Miranda. However, she screamed her lungs out when she found a bearded old man with a long overcoat standing in the doorway instead of Miranda. Alana quickly covered her body up and ducked behind the huge table to hide her exposed body.
"Who the fuck are you? Get out of my office, you old creep!" Alana shouted, as panic took over her.
"Now, love, you nee-" The man tried to reason with the hysterical half naked girl but to no avail as she shrieked once more.
"Get out! Now! Or I- I'll-" Alana looked around for a weapon to protect herself with and grabbed the first thing in sight: A Vase. "I'll throw this at you!"
She held the vase over her head, ready to attack. Alana watched as the creepy old man held his hand up in surrender and opened his mouth to speak.
"Babe, why don't you put down the vase so that I can pass you your coat? To cover yourself! That way we can have a civil conversation."
The bearded man tried to reason and Alana felt as though she had heard his voice somewhere before. She nodded her head in agreement and slowly laid down the vase. She watched as the man grabbed her coat off the coat hanger and offered it to her.
Alana took it from him and quickly covered her exposed torso with it. She kept her eye on the stranger the entire time she dressed and was taken aback when a tall, bulky, well-built man ran into the room alongside Miranda.
"Sir, you can't do that! You ca-" Miranda was shouting at the man who had just rushed in. The man was now standing in front of the bearded old man like a shield.
"Stay away! Or I'll have to take you down!" The muscular man exclaimed, pointing at Alana and making her shrink back against the wall.
"Jesus!" The old man exclaimed, waving his hand in surrender. "Rupert, I'm fine! You can stop now!"
"But boss, I heard shrieks!" The tall man explained to his employer.
"If you knew me at all, Rupert, you'd know that I wasn't the one doing it! Besides you should have heard the shriek five minutes ago! What are you doing here now?" The old man snapped at his, now red-faced, bodyguard.
"I was held back." The body guard explained abashedly, giving Miranda a mean look. Miranda stirred in her position under the look before tilting her chin up to explain.
"I was stopping him from entering the room because he did not give me any identification."
"That would have to be my fault, love." The old man explained, as Alana stood stunned when he started peeling off his beard and side burns. The old man took off the hat that he was wearing, making Alana gasp in recognition.
"Louis?" Alana whispered, sure that her eyes were playing tricks on her. The face that had been haunting her for the past one and a half week, by popping up at every corner of London was right in front of her.
Louis turned to look at Alana, before giving her a sexy lopsided smile. "Yes, love. That would be me."
"A funeral wreath?" Alana gasped, covering her mouth with her palm. Louis nodded his head, annoyance clearly etched in his features.
"Louis, I'm so sorry. I don't know how that happened. When did you say your mother had ordered the bouquet?" Alana asked, looking through the file containing the order forms.
“Two weeks ago.” Louis replied, as the anger started building up once again. When Louis had entered the manager’s office at the flower shop, he wasn't expecting to find an incredibly hot girl undressing. He had been thrown off guard even more when he realized that it was the same girl he had slept with just a week ago. Now that she had herself all covered up with the coat that he had passed, Louis could think straight.
“Johanna Poulston?” Alana looked up in time to catch the scowl that was on Louis’ face. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” Louis asked, his patience finally wearing out. “This stupid excuse of a flower shop ruined my Gran’s 60th! That’s what’s wrong! What’s the point looking up when Mum ordered it anyway? Will you be able to fix Gran's birthday? No! So, can you cut all this bullshit and find me a way to contact the owner of this God forsaken shop?”
Alana went stiff at his harsh words and her chin tilted up in defense. He had some nerve coming into her shop and insulting it like it was some sort of filth! Maybe it wasn’t the sort of place his famous butt was used to, but Alana had dedicated two years of her life to bring it where it was now. Alana put on her most professional look, and raised an eyebrow before addressing Louis.
“You are actually talking to her, Mr. Tomlinson! This God forsaken shop happens to be mine!”
“You have to be kidding me!” Louis exclaimed, looking Alana up and down and making her squirm in her seat. “You own this stupid thing?”
Alana clenched her teeth together to stop herself from lashing out and took a few breaths to calm herself. It was, after all, her fault that her staff had delivered the wrong order to the customer. “Yes, sir! I do! I understand your reasons for hating on the shop but I assure you it won’t happen again. I was away two weeks ago due to an unavoidable circumstance and I think my employees may have made a slight error with the- “
“Slight error? You’re kidding. Right? You do realize that my Gran could’ve had a heart attack because of this ‘slight error’?”
“Sir, I think you’re slightly exaggerating the consequences of the-“
“Slightly exaggerating? I should sue this piece of trash that you call a flower shop!” Louis exclaimed angrily.
The last words were enough to tip Alana over the edge and she felt her patience wear out. She got out of her chair and walked towards Louis, poking a finger at his chest to make herself clear.
“Listen to me, you conceited dickhead! Just because you’re famous and have girls falling at your feet doesn’t mean you can go around saying whatever the fuck you want! I’m not one of your stupid fan girls and I will not tolerate you demeaning me or my shop! Yes, I am at fault! But that does not give you the right to make me feel like shit! I don’t know why I even slept with a jerk like you. The booze must’ve really gotten to my head!” Alana finished, turning pink once she realized that the last bit had come out without her intending to say it. She knew quite well that she had lied about regretting sleeping with him. He was the best partner she had had in bed. But Alana had just wanted to hurt his ego the same way he had hurt hers.
Alana gulped nervously when she saw the smirk on Louis’ face as he too got up from his chair. She took a couple of steps back to maintain a gap between the two of them. However, Louis closed the distance by taking a single step forward.
"Influenced by the booze? You didn't seem so drunk in the shower to me, love. You were positively writhing in my arms as I made you come." Louis placed two hands on either side of Alana's head, as her back met the wall; his smirk held in place.
Alana gulped once again and held her head high as she responded, "Oh please! You were in luck that day because I was in a good mood. I faked it just so that your massive ego didn't get scarred!"
Alana felt her entire face burn up as the childish lie left her lips. But as she watched Louis' smirk grow wider, Alana knew that she had been caught and was getting herself into further trouble.
"Faked it, did you?" Louis asked, pulling open the front of the coat to expose her half naked body. Alana gasped and quickly tried to tie the belt around it but Louis was quicker as he grabbed both of her wrists and held it above her head.
"Louis, let go of me!" Alana protested, as Louis inched his head closer to hers. Louis watched Alana's eyes turn a deeper shade of blue and her breath coming in short puffs as she tried to fight off the attraction between them."This isn't right!"
Louis held her two wrists with one of his hands and started tracing down her torso with the other. He trailed a finger down the curve of her breast as his lips gently brushed down her neck. His hot breath made all the tiny hairs in Alana's body stand up in attention.
"Louis!" Alana moaned as he kissed her sweet spot and sucked on it. She felt him lower down her straps and scoop out one of her ripe breast in his hand from the cups of the bra. Alana pulled her hands free from his grasp and wrapped them around his neck as he left wet kisses down her exposed breast.
Louis found her nipple with his mouth, suckling on the hardened tip and nibbling it roughly as his stubble brushed against the rest of Alana's breast. Alana gasped in pleasure, grabbing onto Louis' hair and pulling him closer to her.
He pressed close, curved one hand around her waist and slid the other into her panties. His fingers curved past her mound and pressed into the throbbing bulb just below.
Alana gasped as his fingertips vibrated over her clitoris. She fought the urge to surrender for a brief moment, but buckled at the knees as Louis increased his pace and pressed harder at the swollen flesh. Louis tightened his other arm around her waist to keep her from falling.
He continued to pleasure her with his thumb and used his other finger to probe lower into her opening. Louis plunged his finger inside her and was met by her warm, slippery fluid.
"Oh my god," Alana whispered as he plunged his fingers back and forth in a fast pace. Alana's whole body began to shake and she knew she was going to climax any minute.
However, she was shocked when Louis inched near her ear and whispered, "Still faking it, babe?"
Alana slowly opened her eyes as she felt Louis withdraw his hand. He was looking directly into her eyes as he spoke, "You'll be hearing from my lawyer by the end of the week."
"What?" Alana asked, as the fog started clearing slowly from her head. Lawyer? Why in the world would she hear from his lawyer? Was he actually considering suing her?
"Louis, you can't be serious!" Alana whispered, fear clearly filled in her eyes as she tried to reason with the boy who had just fingered her like there was no tomorrow.
"I actually am, babe!" Louis whispered against her lips, making Alana gulp. "You owe me a million in compensation for almost trying to kill my Gran with the wreath!"
Louis backed away, leaving an open mouthed Alana standing against the wall in her wanton state. As he walked towards the door of the office, he spun to address her one last time.
"Unless, of course, you have other ways to compensate for the money." Louis looked up and down Alana's body with lust, and licked her juices of his finger. He went on, "In that case, you can contact me here."
Louis pulled out a business card from his back pocket and laid it down on the table, before walking out of the office.
"What do you mean the bank is declining the loan? They had sanctioned one just last year for the shop! This is just for the spring festival!" Alana waited patiently for the teller on the other side of the phone to explain what was going on. "There is no record of a loan? I have the papers right in front of me!"
Alana pinched the bridge of her nose to stop a headache from forming. She was having the worst day ever. "Yes! It was taken under Evan Abbott."
Even saying his name made Alana want to throw up. She would have sought out another bank if she had not already asked for a loan from this one just two months ago. Now, it was too late to go elsewhere.
"What do you mean? Look, just put me through to his secretary and I'll talk to her. Why can't you? Look, I rea- Hello? Hello? Fuck!"
Alana got up from her chair, pulling her hair in frustration and pacing the floor of the small office as she tried to come up with a plan to save the shop from going bankrupt. She had no option but to talk to Evan face to face. This was exactly what the asshole had wanted the entire time and it looked like Alana had no option but to comply with his wishes.
Alana opened the door to walk out of the office, only to be met by a bucket of muddy water splashing on her clothes from the left. She stood there, stunned at how much fate hated her and could further ruin the day for her.
"Oh my God!" Zoey shrieked, making Alana's head hurt even more and rushed to her side. "Ally, I'm so sorry! I- I was j- just trying to ba- balance the two b- buckets an-"
"Zoey, sweetie! I understand that you were just trying to help out, but who in the world told you to balance two buckets of dirty water?" Alana asked the sensitive teenager as politely as she could without sounding mad.
Alana knew she had failed, however, when she heard the girl give a sniff. Before she could follow up the sniff with a few hiccups of sorrow and eventually the entire waterworks, Alana spoke up.
"Honey, just- just ask Leo to help you mop this up and send Miranda to my office, please."
Alana went back into her office and started shedding off her clothes. She was done peeling off her high neck shirt and was halfway into peeling off the jeans when she heard a knock on her door.
"Come in!" Alana shouted in response, without turning to look. She heard the door open, someone step in and then close. Assuming it was Miranda, Alana went on.
"Miranda, could you take out the spare clothes from the wardrobe? I have to go meet Evan. Can you believe it? The bastard is declining our loan!"
Alana was done peeling off the jeans, when she spun around to look at Miranda. However, she screamed her lungs out when she found a bearded old man with a long overcoat standing in the doorway instead of Miranda. Alana quickly covered her body up and ducked behind the huge table to hide her exposed body.
"Who the fuck are you? Get out of my office, you old creep!" Alana shouted, as panic took over her.
"Now, love, you nee-" The man tried to reason with the hysterical half naked girl but to no avail as she shrieked once more.
"Get out! Now! Or I- I'll-" Alana looked around for a weapon to protect herself with and grabbed the first thing in sight: A Vase. "I'll throw this at you!"
She held the vase over her head, ready to attack. Alana watched as the creepy old man held his hand up in surrender and opened his mouth to speak.
"Babe, why don't you put down the vase so that I can pass you your coat? To cover yourself! That way we can have a civil conversation."
The bearded man tried to reason and Alana felt as though she had heard his voice somewhere before. She nodded her head in agreement and slowly laid down the vase. She watched as the man grabbed her coat off the coat hanger and offered it to her.
Alana took it from him and quickly covered her exposed torso with it. She kept her eye on the stranger the entire time she dressed and was taken aback when a tall, bulky, well-built man ran into the room alongside Miranda.
"Sir, you can't do that! You ca-" Miranda was shouting at the man who had just rushed in. The man was now standing in front of the bearded old man like a shield.
"Stay away! Or I'll have to take you down!" The muscular man exclaimed, pointing at Alana and making her shrink back against the wall.
"Jesus!" The old man exclaimed, waving his hand in surrender. "Rupert, I'm fine! You can stop now!"
"But boss, I heard shrieks!" The tall man explained to his employer.
"If you knew me at all, Rupert, you'd know that I wasn't the one doing it! Besides you should have heard the shriek five minutes ago! What are you doing here now?" The old man snapped at his, now red-faced, bodyguard.
"I was held back." The body guard explained abashedly, giving Miranda a mean look. Miranda stirred in her position under the look before tilting her chin up to explain.
"I was stopping him from entering the room because he did not give me any identification."
"That would have to be my fault, love." The old man explained, as Alana stood stunned when he started peeling off his beard and side burns. The old man took off the hat that he was wearing, making Alana gasp in recognition.
"Louis?" Alana whispered, sure that her eyes were playing tricks on her. The face that had been haunting her for the past one and a half week, by popping up at every corner of London was right in front of her.
Louis turned to look at Alana, before giving her a sexy lopsided smile. "Yes, love. That would be me."
"A funeral wreath?" Alana gasped, covering her mouth with her palm. Louis nodded his head, annoyance clearly etched in his features.
"Louis, I'm so sorry. I don't know how that happened. When did you say your mother had ordered the bouquet?" Alana asked, looking through the file containing the order forms.
“Two weeks ago.” Louis replied, as the anger started building up once again. When Louis had entered the manager’s office at the flower shop, he wasn't expecting to find an incredibly hot girl undressing. He had been thrown off guard even more when he realized that it was the same girl he had slept with just a week ago. Now that she had herself all covered up with the coat that he had passed, Louis could think straight.
“Johanna Poulston?” Alana looked up in time to catch the scowl that was on Louis’ face. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” Louis asked, his patience finally wearing out. “This stupid excuse of a flower shop ruined my Gran’s 60th! That’s what’s wrong! What’s the point looking up when Mum ordered it anyway? Will you be able to fix Gran's birthday? No! So, can you cut all this bullshit and find me a way to contact the owner of this God forsaken shop?”
Alana went stiff at his harsh words and her chin tilted up in defense. He had some nerve coming into her shop and insulting it like it was some sort of filth! Maybe it wasn’t the sort of place his famous butt was used to, but Alana had dedicated two years of her life to bring it where it was now. Alana put on her most professional look, and raised an eyebrow before addressing Louis.
“You are actually talking to her, Mr. Tomlinson! This God forsaken shop happens to be mine!”
“You have to be kidding me!” Louis exclaimed, looking Alana up and down and making her squirm in her seat. “You own this stupid thing?”
Alana clenched her teeth together to stop herself from lashing out and took a few breaths to calm herself. It was, after all, her fault that her staff had delivered the wrong order to the customer. “Yes, sir! I do! I understand your reasons for hating on the shop but I assure you it won’t happen again. I was away two weeks ago due to an unavoidable circumstance and I think my employees may have made a slight error with the- “
“Slight error? You’re kidding. Right? You do realize that my Gran could’ve had a heart attack because of this ‘slight error’?”
“Sir, I think you’re slightly exaggerating the consequences of the-“
“Slightly exaggerating? I should sue this piece of trash that you call a flower shop!” Louis exclaimed angrily.
The last words were enough to tip Alana over the edge and she felt her patience wear out. She got out of her chair and walked towards Louis, poking a finger at his chest to make herself clear.
“Listen to me, you conceited dickhead! Just because you’re famous and have girls falling at your feet doesn’t mean you can go around saying whatever the fuck you want! I’m not one of your stupid fan girls and I will not tolerate you demeaning me or my shop! Yes, I am at fault! But that does not give you the right to make me feel like shit! I don’t know why I even slept with a jerk like you. The booze must’ve really gotten to my head!” Alana finished, turning pink once she realized that the last bit had come out without her intending to say it. She knew quite well that she had lied about regretting sleeping with him. He was the best partner she had had in bed. But Alana had just wanted to hurt his ego the same way he had hurt hers.
Alana gulped nervously when she saw the smirk on Louis’ face as he too got up from his chair. She took a couple of steps back to maintain a gap between the two of them. However, Louis closed the distance by taking a single step forward.
"Influenced by the booze? You didn't seem so drunk in the shower to me, love. You were positively writhing in my arms as I made you come." Louis placed two hands on either side of Alana's head, as her back met the wall; his smirk held in place.
Alana gulped once again and held her head high as she responded, "Oh please! You were in luck that day because I was in a good mood. I faked it just so that your massive ego didn't get scarred!"
Alana felt her entire face burn up as the childish lie left her lips. But as she watched Louis' smirk grow wider, Alana knew that she had been caught and was getting herself into further trouble.
"Faked it, did you?" Louis asked, pulling open the front of the coat to expose her half naked body. Alana gasped and quickly tried to tie the belt around it but Louis was quicker as he grabbed both of her wrists and held it above her head.
"Louis, let go of me!" Alana protested, as Louis inched his head closer to hers. Louis watched Alana's eyes turn a deeper shade of blue and her breath coming in short puffs as she tried to fight off the attraction between them."This isn't right!"
Louis held her two wrists with one of his hands and started tracing down her torso with the other. He trailed a finger down the curve of her breast as his lips gently brushed down her neck. His hot breath made all the tiny hairs in Alana's body stand up in attention.
"Louis!" Alana moaned as he kissed her sweet spot and sucked on it. She felt him lower down her straps and scoop out one of her ripe breast in his hand from the cups of the bra. Alana pulled her hands free from his grasp and wrapped them around his neck as he left wet kisses down her exposed breast.
Louis found her nipple with his mouth, suckling on the hardened tip and nibbling it roughly as his stubble brushed against the rest of Alana's breast. Alana gasped in pleasure, grabbing onto Louis' hair and pulling him closer to her.
He pressed close, curved one hand around her waist and slid the other into her panties. His fingers curved past her mound and pressed into the throbbing bulb just below.
Alana gasped as his fingertips vibrated over her clitoris. She fought the urge to surrender for a brief moment, but buckled at the knees as Louis increased his pace and pressed harder at the swollen flesh. Louis tightened his other arm around her waist to keep her from falling.
He continued to pleasure her with his thumb and used his other finger to probe lower into her opening. Louis plunged his finger inside her and was met by her warm, slippery fluid.
"Oh my god," Alana whispered as he plunged his fingers back and forth in a fast pace. Alana's whole body began to shake and she knew she was going to climax any minute.
However, she was shocked when Louis inched near her ear and whispered, "Still faking it, babe?"
Alana slowly opened her eyes as she felt Louis withdraw his hand. He was looking directly into her eyes as he spoke, "You'll be hearing from my lawyer by the end of the week."
"What?" Alana asked, as the fog started clearing slowly from her head. Lawyer? Why in the world would she hear from his lawyer? Was he actually considering suing her?
"Louis, you can't be serious!" Alana whispered, fear clearly filled in her eyes as she tried to reason with the boy who had just fingered her like there was no tomorrow.
"I actually am, babe!" Louis whispered against her lips, making Alana gulp. "You owe me a million in compensation for almost trying to kill my Gran with the wreath!"
Louis backed away, leaving an open mouthed Alana standing against the wall in her wanton state. As he walked towards the door of the office, he spun to address her one last time.
"Unless, of course, you have other ways to compensate for the money." Louis looked up and down Alana's body with lust, and licked her juices of his finger. He went on, "In that case, you can contact me here."
Louis pulled out a business card from his back pocket and laid it down on the table, before walking out of the office.
Notes
Alana in Lingerie
A/N: I apologize for the crappy chapter, my lovelies! I really wanted to make this one interesting but I am suffering from fever and can't seem to think straight. That is also why I couldn't find a song for this chapter. Any suggestions? Please forgive me for such a bad update. I'll try to make up for it in the next few chapters.
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9/25/16