"Welcome home, honey." Isabella said as Alex entered their room.
She was lying on the bed, absorbed in her phone, but he ignored her.He did not want to have issues with her.She asked him if he had had dinner while he was putting off his watch in the drawer."I have already." He bluntly replied."And I wanted us to have dinner.""Well, I have. I want to sleep in the other room, and I'll appreciate no disturbance." He replied to her, taking off his clothes."Don't you know you're not meant to be eating out since you will be getting married soon?"He knew she was in for trouble, which he was not ready to deal with at the moment."Don't tell me because we will be getting married soon, I should not be eating out." He scoffed."A meal that you don't even prepare.""But that doesn't matter. Eating together strengthens the bond and love between husbands and wives, so do you and I. That's the esseAs Alex's hand gripped the doorknob, anticipation tingled through his veins. With a slow twist, the door yielded to his touch, revealing a scene that made his jaw drop.There, in the room, Derek straddled Isabella, his hands moving deftly over her skin, glistening with oil. She was clad only in a bumpshot and bra, her buttcheeks exposed.But what struck him even more than the compromising position was the lack of reaction from either of them as the door swung open. They both turned casually, meeting his gaze with surprising calmness."What the fuck are you two doing?" Alex's voice cracked with disbelief and annoyance, his eyes flicking between them.His irritation simmered beneath the surface as he addressed Derek directly. "How dare you remain in that position in my presence?"His words dripped with disdain as he struggled to comprehend the audacity of the situation.I'm sorry, sir," he said, his tone respectful but unapologetic as he finally stood up, lowering his head slightly in
Although Alex had wanted to sleep in the other room, he later ended up sleeping with Isabella over the night because it seemed his little threat had an effect on her."Good morning, sir." Derek greeted him as he walked down the stairs.He ignored his greeting.He then approached him, seemingly offering to help him with his briefcase. "What would you like for breakfast, sir?"He chuckled, arching his brows as he stiffened his grip to let him know that he did not need his assistance."Okay. Let me get your breakfast then, sir.""Are you that dumb?! If I wanted to eat breakfast, wouldn't I be heading to the dining area instead of outside? Can't your instincts tell you that?!" He spat out."I'm sorry, sir." Derek apologised."This should be the last time you'll be offering me any of your meals. You're not my maid, but hers. She employed you, not me. Isn't that right?"Alex had no issues with him, but what irritated him was what happened the previous night, even though he knew that there w
Alex fumed all through the day, passing the aggression on to his employees.He was not only furious because he lost the contract, but also because Santiago cunningly hijacked it from him.He was still stuck in his seat, thinking about how to deal with him, when he received a call from Emily."What's up?" He asked, his tone still laced with fury."What's up? You sound pissed." She understood something was wrong with him from his response."Nothing. Something is just bothering me."She wanted to ask him what it was, but she resisted.She didn't see the need to because of the way he was acting."Okay, whatever. I only wanted to thank you for yesterday and ask if we'd be seeing—you know what? Forget about it. Thank you."She hung up before he could say anything.He sighed. "I've messed up again."He realised that his dark side had gotten the best of him again.At that moment, he reflected on the moments the two of them had shared together."Why am I even concerned about her opinion or rea
Alex was about to head home when he remembered what Henry said.Although he still could not admit to himself that he was in love with Emily, he decided to see her."It is because of our time together that is making me think I am." He concluded as he dialled her number."Yeah?" It was obvious that she was disinterested and annoyed with him."Will you be at the bar tonight?" He asked her."Yes, what happened?" "I'll be there soon." He hung up immediately.He knew that speaking with her on the phone would be a big waste of time, but he needed to make things up with her again.He scoffed at the thought because they are always having issues, but still, he was drawn to her like a magnet."Why am I drawn to her exactly?" He questioned himself.As a voice in his head told him that it was because he had fallen in love with her, he shunned it."It's because I find peace in her company; being with her erases Isabella's troubles from my mind.""But why do you enjoy and find her company peaceful
"Alex?" Emily called for Alex's attention as they walked to his car.Alex turned. "Yes?"They stood facing each other, their expressions tense and their body language guarded. Her eyes were fixed on him, her gaze unwavering, and her brow furrowed with determination. He met her stare, his jaw set, his posture rigid as if bracing himself for the conversation ahead."We really need to talk." She said, her voice steady but with a hint of strain, emphasising each word as if willing Alex to understand the gravity of the situation. Alex nodded, acknowledging her statement with a solemn "I know.""I know. It is why I am here...why I had to wait for you for over three hours." He replied."It's late already. Let's talk about it here.""I don't think you'll take it seriously if we discuss it in the car." Her words carry a sense of urgency, as if she has been harbouring the thoughts for far too long and can no longer contain them."Look at the time. It's late already, Emily." He tried to convi
The awkward tension persisted as they drove, each passing minute seeming to stretch out interminably. Emily's mind raced, trying to make sense of Alex's guilty expression that had flashed across his face when their eyes had met.Finally, they pulled into the parking lot of a luxurious hotel, and he brought the car to a halt in an empty spot as the engine's rumble faded into silence.He reached into the backseat and retrieved a black leather weekender bag before locking the car behind them.As they made their way inside the hotel, he could not help but be baffled by the shift in her demeanour. The lighthearted, playful woman he had been joking with earlier at the bar that laughed at them had vanished, replaced by a tense, closed-off version of herself that seemed almost irritated by his very presence.He could not help but wonder what had changed and what had caused the sudden shift in her attitude. Was it something he had done or said?Did what he did earlier, before they met, warra
Frustration knitted Emily's brows into a tight furrow as she walked out of the opulent hotel.She had never let her guard down for a man to treat her ridiculously like Alex did. The night air carried a chill, biting at her exposed skin as she stood outside, her mind racing. The argument with Alex had left her shaken, her emotions raw and frayed at the edges. A sense of unease crept over her as she realised the exorbitant cost of a cab fare home in the upscale area—it was far beyond her means.As she contemplated her next move, the first drops of rain began to fall, a light drizzle that hinted at the downpour to come, adding a touch of melancholy to the situation.With each droplet that fell, she felt a growing sense of urgency to find a solution to her transportation dilemma."Fuck, ordering for a ride is not an option either." She muttered under her breath, frustration mounting as she realised the stark reality of her situation. "If not for that jerk, I would be on the bed sleep
The rain continued to pour down in sheets, drenching everything in its path, while Alex sat in his car, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as he watched the relentless downpour. He concluded that Emily would not allow him to give her a lift back to the hotel unless he forced her in, which was only possible if he left the car. But how could he, without an umbrella? He could not risk leaving the safety of the car; he had never been caught in the rain without cover before. As he pondered his next move, his eyes caught sight of her stumbling against a stray stone as she tumbled to the ground. Without a moment's hesitation, he reached for his jacket hanging on the passenger's seat, where she had been just minutes ago, and flung open the door, dashing out into the storm. His mind raced with conflicting emotions. Was it guilt that propelled him into the rain, knowing he had indirectly caused her fall? Or was it a feeling he ha