***Thank you all for the ratings and wonderful comments. I'm delighted that you enjoy the story. I apologize for any errors within these chapters, I started this story when sick at home with the flu. This chapter is a bit longer as opposed to the other two, as per request. I'm sure many of you will question when the reunion will take place between Lexi and Nathaniel. It'll be soon, I'm just trying to create a foundation first! I hope you all enjoy. Again, thank you for reading. ***
After a week of continuous labor and decorating, the new loft began to feel like a home should. Lexi had quite literally spent every day and night decorating every square inch to her taste. Primarily because keeping herself busy kept away all of the unwanted thoughts that continuously seemed to crash through her mind.
The white walls of the loft were painted in soft, soothing colors and then decorated with beautiful pieces of artwork and carefully crafted metal details. The living area was decorated in pops of color that brought out a modern, airy and comfortable atmosphere.
On the accented brink wall- Lexi's favorite picture of her and Owen hung in a white wooden frame. In the photo, Owen was sitting on top of a picnic table with his arms around Lexi's waist looking at her with that beautiful dimple popping smile and loving eyes. Lexi was standing in between his legs wearing a beautiful white summer dress that clung to her body in all the right places. Her head was tilted up towards the sun and she was laughing- the sun radiating behind her making her look like a Grecian goddess. They were both so happy and caught up in each other that they didn't even notice the picture being taken.
Although the apartment was quite beautiful when she first saw it, there was a familiarity to it that made Lexi feel sickly reminiscent. It was incredibly striking and polished. Each detail was smoothed over, perfected. It was the dream loft that she would have described when she was young, carefree and eighteen. Unsettlingly similar to the loft that Nathaniel Stone would claim her in day after day when the office use wasn't enough for him. Reminding her to whom she belonged. A balance of an old dream and an old nightmare.
Exhausted, Lexi's settled herself onto the couch, taking in all of her hard work. Slowly her eyes focused on the mirror that hung on the wall near the couch.
"Look at yourself," familiar words broke the silence that clung to the air.
She nearly fell off the couch as she spun to locate the source of the voice with a wildly beating heart.
"Whoa!! Calm down, babe," It was Owen who sauntered over to her side with a look of concern on his face, "Look at you! You've got bags under your eyes and look like hell."
"You're too charming," Lexi snorted, rolling her eyes and taking a better look of herself through the mirror.
He was right, of course. She looked awful. Her eyes were red and decorated in deep purple bags. Her hair was thrown into a disheveled pony tail and looked as if she had been rolling around on a static carpet for the past hour.
She couldn't help but laugh at her own reflection before turning back to Owen, "Well, I guess looking like hell has its upsides. I've finally finished decorating the place."
Owen broke eye contact with her and scanned the apartment, a low whistle indicating that he was thoroughly impressed with the outcome.
He finally smiled at her and settled onto the couch, wrapping a muscular arm around her frame and pulling her in close, "Hell, if teaching fails then you've got a damn good shot at being an interior designer. But you should probably get some sleep before you're parent's come here tomorrow."
Lexi smiled and closed her exhausted eyes, placing her head onto his muscular chest. She hadn't a good night's rest in over a week. She publically blamed most of it on all of the things that needed to be done around the loft. Realistically, it was because her mind continuously found itself drifting back to memories with Nathaniel Stone. Being in Oak Brooks was hard as it was, but having an apartment that reminded her of his existence definitely didn't help.
The bones of the loft remained the same; however the rest of it was altered Lexi's preference. The apartment looked like it belonged to her now. It was truly her home.
"Alright, let's get you to bed," Owen said before effortlessly lifting Lexi up into his arms, "You're not going to fall asleep on this couch again."
Lexi wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up at him as he walked them into the master bedroom, "I'm definitely feeling tired."
"Hmm, not good enough, babe," He replied, throwing her onto the bed.
"What are you talking about?" She asked, confused.
Owen lunged himself on top of her, pinning her down with his weight. "Tired isn't good enough," he repeated softly, bringing his lips to the nape of her neck and sucking until she couldn't help but moan, "I want you exhausted."
Letting out a soft laugh, Lexi ran her hand through his hair as he continued to tenderly kiss her neck, "Exhaust me, Owen. Exhaust me good."
Owen pulled away from her, watching her with lust hungry eyes and a playful smile, "You look so sexy, even with bags under your eyes."
"Stop talking and just fuck me already."
He left out a heartwarming laugh before dipping his head back down and pressing his hot lips against hers. Lexi deepened the kiss and pushed her hips upwards, rotating them in soft circles against his groin region.
This time, Owen moaned into her mouth and yanked her jeans down her legs in one powerful pull. Under him, she used one foot to guide the rest of the pant leg off and used the other to fling the jeans off of the bed.
Owen began to run his fingers up and down her lady parts over a pair of thin underwear. His fingers were soft and teasing and Lexi's body responded immediately. Her juices began to soak through the panties. She could feel Owen smiling through the kiss.
She pulled his shirt off of him and threw it across the room before running her hands over his muscular back.
Reaching down, he removed his own pants and continued to play with Lexi's soaking pussy through her underwear.
"Fuck me," She gasped, digging her fingernails into his back and running them downwards to his ass. She grabbed a firm grip on him and pushed her hips against his.
Through their underwear, she could feel him. Rock hard and ready. She began to grind her hips against his.
"Fuck," he gasped before ripping her panties off her in one quick movement, pressing two fingers into her soaking pussy. He fucked her with his fingers, slow but powerful while his thumb rubbed firmly against her clit.
Alexia groaned softly and began running her fingers across the waste-band of his boxer briefs, teasing him.
His fingers began moving faster, fucking her as she dipped her hand into his briefs and stroked his thick cock slowly.
Her body was shaking and she could feel the heat and pleasure radiating from every part of her body. Lexia then gently traced her fingers over his balls and grabbed onto them before pulling away.
