Alexa Loved (Alexa Series Book 2)
by: TR Cupak
In her heart, Alexa knows she loves Devin, but her attraction to Ethan is so strong she can’t help but be drawn in by their shared chemistry. Meanwhile, the threat of Olivia lurks around the edges, casting a menacing shadow over everything and everyone Alexa loves.
I’ve only seen where Ethan’s room is from the outside so I have to guess which door is actually to his room. There are three to choose from along the hallway. By process of elimination I go for the last door since his room appeared to be at the end of the house. I knock softly just in case I’m wrong. If I don’t hear an answer to my knock then I’m pretty confident I chose correctly since Sebastian said Ethan had enough drugs injected into him that it could have put an elephant to sleep. I knock once more before turning the knob and opening the door.
His room, like my room, is only lit by the moonlight. His slider is closed but the curtains are drawn, allowing the little bit of light to outline the silhouette of his body that is partially sprawled out, face down on the bed. It’s as if they just dumped him there and didn’t care if he was comfortable.
“Jerks,” I whisper, making my way over to Ethan’s bed. I’m sure he tried their patience and fought like hell until the medication kicked in but they didn’t have to leave him like this.
I remove his flip-flops that are haphazardly hanging off his feet from being dragged in here. I then grab his feet at the ankles and rotate him just enough so that his entire body is all the way onto the bed. Damn, he’s heavy. It took a little more effort than I thought it would and the comforter twisted with the rotating motion. There’s nothing I can do about that so it will just have to stay crumpled under him.
Since Ethan hasn’t even stirred I take a chance and roll him onto his back so he’s further onto the bed and I won’t have to worry about him falling out of the bed if he rolls to his left; although something tells me he won’t be moving any time soon. I glance down at his feet; I don’t have a foot fetish by any means but he has pretty feet for a man. I wonder if he gets pedicures. What the hell am I thinking? He’s fine, he’s sleeping peacefully and I just need to get out of here.
Just as I turn towards the door Ethan makes a god-awful sound, as if he’s being tortured. I freeze right where I stand and don’t move a muscle.
“Please don’t. Please don’t touch me there. No, stop,” he whimpers in his sleep.
twenties. Her passion for reading was rekindled six years ago, however, and in 2013 she
started journaling. This practice helped Cupak hone her creative aspirations, and soon she saw her characters come to life. She has rediscovered her passion for storytelling and wants to share her words with everyone who wants to read them.