The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 321

Chapter 233 he’s on my mind, Part 2

Chapter 233: She’s on my mind, Part 2.

Alexander

A little while before… a few seconds, perhaps. The door was still closed when I understood something uncomfortable about myself: I had gone there out of hunger, simple, primal, selfish hunger. And I’m not proud to say it, but I’m not lying to myself either.

My mouth sought her neck as I led her to the edge between the hallway and the living room. She reacted to every touch, every silent command, and I just moved forward.

I wasn’t thinking about her; I was thinking about silencing the noise, releasing the tension. About feeling something simple amidst so many complex thoughts.

I spoke close to her ear, with low, raw words, the kind that are born in the moment and not from tenderness. Things I would never say to a woman I intended to honor.

And I knew it as I did it… With a woman like Clara… No. With Clara, there would be a different rhythm, a different way, a dinner beforehand, flowers, wine, time. Attention to detail. Looking at her was like the rest of the world was suspended, and with Vanessa, on the other hand, I wasn’t building anything, just using a permitted space. And she was using me too.

When I felt her underwear, I didn’t hesitate to pull it down, while continuing to kiss her neck I unbuttoned my pants, took out my p***s, which was erect, full of desire to satisfy a need as a man, as a human… a simple need. She doesn’t say anything, she just enjoys the sensations.

I opened her legs, took my member to guide it where it should go, I felt her wetness, it was instantaneous I guided it and let it slide in through her wetness, into her center. When I felt my entire p***s inside her, then… I leaned on her shoulders, I held her tightly, making her lean forward until her face was pressed against a wall.

I bit my lip and started to move, quickly, forcefully… I know what I came for, so there was no beating around the bush.

The sound of our bodies colliding roughly echoed through her apartment, my breath ragged, my heart racing.

I brought my hands to her hair and gathered it up, clumsily, without any gentleness. All I wanted was support so I could regain my rhythm and finish.

I felt the urge, the desire, but in my selfishness, I only thought about satisfying myself; let her worry about her feelings. Just as I was about to finish, I roughly turned her so she knelt before me.

She opened her mouth and let me release everything inside her. I breathed heavily, Swallowed loudly couldn’t take any more, until it was simply enough, and I pulled away

“God. I’ve been thinking about this all day I sighed.

She said nothing, there wasn’t much to say. What needed to be said had been cleared up before we crossed that line. That’s why neither of us pretended otherwise, it all ended as quickly as it began.

<Chapter 233-he’s on my mind, Part 2

The ensuing silence settled heavy and warm. I straightened my shirt, fastened a couple of buttons that had come undone, adjusted my tie knot in front of the dark reflection of a painting, and ran a hand over my throat.

I took a deep breath… Then I went to one of the living roorn armchairs and slumped back, my head tilted back. Tiredness, that was real

Vanessa appeared minutes later. Already composed, with her robe buttoned up again, her hair barely tousled, and a glass in her hand.

“Would you like some wine?” she asked.

I looked at her for a second.

“Yes”

She handed it to me and sat down opposite me.

I took a long sip; the wine was good. Dry… Just right. Like almost everything around her.

“I had a rough day,” I finally said.

I don’t know why I said it, maybe to fill the silence. Maybe because after desire, one remains strangely human.

She let out a short, bitter laugh.

“My day was shit.”

I watched her over the rim of my glass; I believed that much.

Vanessa leaned forward.

“Tell me what we’re going to do.”

I frowned slightly.

“About what?”

Her expression changed immediately. Confusion first, then annoyance….. Then disbelief

“What do you mean, ‘about what, Alexander?”

She slammed her glass down on the table.

“What have we talked about these past few days? What have we talked about?”

I let her continue.

“What do we want to work on? What do we want to do together? What’s our plan? Where are we at?”

I looked at her silently for a few seconds. And then I understood that we had reached the inevitable point. She thought that sharing enmity was sharing an alliance. That sleeping together was sealing a partnership, that desiring the same thing was walking toward the same end

< Chapter 233 She’s on my mind, Part 2

I barely shook my head.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Her mouth remained slightly open. As if my answer didn’t fit with anything she expected.

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am completely serious.”

I sat up in the armchair.

“Vanessa, we’ve talked about frustrations. About them… About mistakes. About how each of us feels about a certain situation.” I paused. “But a joint plan… no.”

Her eyes burned.

“You brought me here. You listened to me… You told me you wouldn’t step aside.”

“And I haven’t stepped aside.”

“So!”

Her voice echoed off the walls, I remained calm.

“That means I’ll act when I deem it necessary. Not that I owe you a shared roadmap.”

She stood up, took two steps, and turned back to me.

“I feel like you used me.”

I gave a brief, weary smile.

“We used each other.”

“It’s not the same thing.”

“It’s exactly the same thing.”

She placed a hand on her chest, indignant.

“I thought…”

“That was the mistake.”

My voice came out colder than even I expected.

“Overthinking, and you shouldn’t overthink something we discussed.”

Vanessa held my gaze, her anger barely contained. And as I watched her, I confirmed something I already knew.

She confused intensity with depth, chaos with destiny, desire with connection. That’s why she’d been trapped behind Ethan for years. That’s why she was now standing before me, expecting a romantic conspiracy where there was only convenience.

<Chapter 233 he’s on my mind, Part 2

I took another sip of wine…

“Sit down,” I said calmly. “And take a breath before you keep making up things I never promised.”

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Chapter 233 he’s on my mind, Part 2

Chapter 233: She’s on my mind, Part 2.

Alexander

A little while before… a few seconds, perhaps. The door was still closed when I understood something uncomfortable about myself: I had gone there out of hunger, simple, primal, selfish hunger. And I’m not proud to say it, but I’m not lying to myself either.

My mouth sought her neck as I led her to the edge between the hallway and the living room. She reacted to every touch, every silent command, and I just moved forward.

I wasn’t thinking about her; I was thinking about silencing the noise, releasing the tension. About feeling something simple amidst so many complex thoughts.

I spoke close to her ear, with low, raw words, the kind that are born in the moment and not from tenderness. Things I would never say to a woman I intended to honor.

And I knew it as I did it… With a woman like Clara… No. With Clara, there would be a different rhythm, a different way, a dinner beforehand, flowers, wine, time. Attention to detail. Looking at her was like the rest of the world was suspended, and with Vanessa, on the other hand, I wasn’t building anything, just using a permitted space. And she was using me too.

When I felt her underwear, I didn’t hesitate to pull it down, while continuing to kiss her neck I unbuttoned my pants, took out my p***s, which was erect, full of desire to satisfy a need as a man, as a human… a simple need. She doesn’t say anything, she just enjoys the sensations.

I opened her legs, took my member to guide it where it should go, I felt her wetness, it was instantaneous I guided it and let it slide in through her wetness, into her center. When I felt my entire p***s inside her, then… I leaned on her shoulders, I held her tightly, making her lean forward until her face was pressed against a wall.

I bit my lip and started to move, quickly, forcefully… I know what I came for, so there was no beating around the bush.

The sound of our bodies colliding roughly echoed through her apartment, my breath ragged, my heart racing.

I brought my hands to her hair and gathered it up, clumsily, without any gentleness. All I wanted was support so I could regain my rhythm and finish.

I felt the urge, the desire, but in my selfishness, I only thought about satisfying myself; let her worry about her feelings. Just as I was about to finish, I roughly turned her so she knelt before me.

She opened her mouth and let me release everything inside her. I breathed heavily, Swallowed loudly couldn’t take any more, until it was simply enough, and I pulled away

“God. I’ve been thinking about this all day I sighed.

She said nothing, there wasn’t much to say. What needed to be said had been cleared up before we crossed that line. That’s why neither of us pretended otherwise, it all ended as quickly as it began.

<Chapter 233-he’s on my mind, Part 2

The ensuing silence settled heavy and warm. I straightened my shirt, fastened a couple of buttons that had come undone, adjusted my tie knot in front of the dark reflection of a painting, and ran a hand over my throat.

I took a deep breath… Then I went to one of the living roorn armchairs and slumped back, my head tilted back. Tiredness, that was real

Vanessa appeared minutes later. Already composed, with her robe buttoned up again, her hair barely tousled, and a glass in her hand.

“Would you like some wine?” she asked.

I looked at her for a second.

“Yes”

She handed it to me and sat down opposite me.

I took a long sip; the wine was good. Dry… Just right. Like almost everything around her.

“I had a rough day,” I finally said.

I don’t know why I said it, maybe to fill the silence. Maybe because after desire, one remains strangely human.

She let out a short, bitter laugh.

“My day was shit.”

I watched her over the rim of my glass; I believed that much.

Vanessa leaned forward.

“Tell me what we’re going to do.”

I frowned slightly.

“About what?”

Her expression changed immediately. Confusion first, then annoyance….. Then disbelief

“What do you mean, ‘about what, Alexander?”

She slammed her glass down on the table.

“What have we talked about these past few days? What have we talked about?”

I let her continue.

“What do we want to work on? What do we want to do together? What’s our plan? Where are we at?”

I looked at her silently for a few seconds. And then I understood that we had reached the inevitable point. She thought that sharing enmity was sharing an alliance. That sleeping together was sealing a partnership, that desiring the same thing was walking toward the same end

< Chapter 233 She’s on my mind, Part 2

I barely shook my head.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Her mouth remained slightly open. As if my answer didn’t fit with anything she expected.

“You can’t be serious.”

“I am completely serious.”

I sat up in the armchair.

“Vanessa, we’ve talked about frustrations. About them… About mistakes. About how each of us feels about a certain situation.” I paused. “But a joint plan… no.”

Her eyes burned.

“You brought me here. You listened to me… You told me you wouldn’t step aside.”

“And I haven’t stepped aside.”

“So!”

Her voice echoed off the walls, I remained calm.

“That means I’ll act when I deem it necessary. Not that I owe you a shared roadmap.”

She stood up, took two steps, and turned back to me.

“I feel like you used me.”

I gave a brief, weary smile.

“We used each other.”

“It’s not the same thing.”

“It’s exactly the same thing.”

She placed a hand on her chest, indignant.

“I thought…”

“That was the mistake.”

My voice came out colder than even I expected.

“Overthinking, and you shouldn’t overthink something we discussed.”

Vanessa held my gaze, her anger barely contained. And as I watched her, I confirmed something I already knew.

She confused intensity with depth, chaos with destiny, desire with connection. That’s why she’d been trapped behind Ethan for years. That’s why she was now standing before me, expecting a romantic conspiracy where there was only convenience.

<Chapter 233 he’s on my mind, Part 2

I took another sip of wine…

“Sit down,” I said calmly. “And take a breath before you keep making up things I never promised.”

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