Alex’s secretary interrupted him the moment he arrived at the office.“Sir, there’s a man waiting for you in the conference room.”Alex’s eyes narrowed.“Oh? What man?”“A private investigator. He says he was sent by a Tariq Shamir. He’s been waiting for the past five minutes.”Tariq already sent the private investigator? Alex mused. That was quick. He handed his briefcase to Peter and said over his shoulder as he walked away in the opposite direction;“Peter, take that to the office for me, will you? I’ll be there soon. Reina, I need the auditor general and accountant in my office by the time I return. Please be snappy about it.”“Yes, sir.” They both chorused.Alex straightened his already pristine suit as he made his way to the conference room. He could not deny the tension and anxiety that ate away at his guts. This was it. Employing the investigator will confirm that he didn’t trust Blakely.But was it worth the risk? What if she was innocent and found out that he’d placed some
“Mrs Andrews. What are you doing here?”She ignored him and turned to Tony.“Hello, detective. We meet again.”Alex was shocked. He stared at Tony, expecting him to deny ever knowing her. That did not happen. Instead, Tony smiled tightly and gave her a slight nod.“Mrs. Andrews. It’s not a pleasure, as always.”She scoffed. “Oh, please. Let bygones be bygones. Surely you’ve forgotten about our little altercation, right?”Alex watched in amazement as she bat her long, false lashes at Tony.“Wait. Hold up. What the hell is going on here? Am I missing something?” Alex asked, totally confused. Mrs. Andrews opened her mouth to speak but Alex put up a hand, effectively shushing her.“I wasn’t referring to you, Mrs. Andrews. Let Tony speak.” He turned to Tony who looked slightly uncomfortable. “Well? Are you gonna tell me what’s going on?”“I’d rather not.” Tony deadpanned.Alex let out a short, incredulous laugh.“Well, if you want to work for me, you’ll have to tell me the relationship y
Alex was stunned. His mind was reeling. His fingers were trembling. No matter how hard he told himself to think twice before believing Mrs. Andrews’ wild tales, his intuition told him that the woman was not lying. And his intuition was hardly ever wrong.“There’s more?”She smiled, a mixture of sadness and resignation. “Yes, sadly.” Alex scooted to the edge of his seat.“Really? Tell me?”“Turns out, that was not the first time Blakely and my husband were hooking up.”Alex’s eyes widened in shock.“Wait. So you’re saying…”“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m saying.” Mrs. Andrews cut in. “That’s the reason I called her his sugar baby. Those two idiots started their little illicit affair the day after my son brought that crazy bitch to our house. And guess what? She approached him first… at the polo club. That was the first time they did it. The sneaky bitch fucked him so good in the men’s restroom, he was convinced that she was the one for him. Their affair continued and they met up at
Alex had never been more shocked in his entire life. He sat still, completely still, while Mrs. Andrews fiddled with her Birkin bag, her face twisted in a tight expression. “Are you serious right now?” He whispered, his brain whirling like he’d just gotten off a roller coaster ride.“I’m dead serious.” She said shortly. “I’m so serious that I have the DNA test to prove it.”Alex got to his feet once more and paced the length of the conference room. His heart burned with the feeling of betrayal. His chest felt too tight, like it might burst through the seams of his shirt any moment now.He wanted to doubt Mrs. Andrews. He wanted to preserve the tiny bit of faith he still had in Blakely, but betrayal had dug its claws too deep into his heart. There was no going back.“How did you get the DNA test?” He muttered darkly.“Knowing that little bitch’s sneaky behaviour, I wanted to confirm for myself that my husband was really the father of her baby. I asked my husband to keep paying her of
Alex was just about to rush back home and check on the state of things when his phone buzzed.He looked at the caller ID and his heart rate picked up when he saw Tariq’s name. “Alex, are you ready to leave right now?”Surprised, he asked; “For Spain? I thought we were supposed to leave tomorrow.”“Change of plans. The Guerrero family demanded that I come home with my connection immediately. I just got off the phone with Maria. We need to leave right now.”Alex paced the room, his mind reeling with shock.“Shit. Shit. Shit. And here I was thinking I’d have time to go back home and check on things there.”“Blakely is at your mansion, yes? I’m sure your house is in good hands.”Alex said nothing… because he didn’t share in that sentiment. He didn’t know anymore. “Thankfully, I brought my bags here. Where should I meet you?”“I just arrived at your company. Come downstairs immediately.”“Wait, What?!” He exclaimed. “You’re already here? You know what, I’ll be down in three minutes.”He
“You said I’ll have to disguise myself.” Alex reminded him. “What’s the plan concerning that? How will I get into Guerrero territory?”Tariq glanced at him before refocusing his attention on the road.“I’ll give you all the needed costumes and we’ll also go through the plans when we’re aboard the plane. We’ll be there soon.”Alex nodded.“Okay, then.”Just as Tariq had said, less than ten minutes later, they arrived at the hangar where a small, private plane was already waiting for them.“We’re going via a private jet?” Alex asked in surprise as they alighted the car.“Yes. We were supposed to fly out of New York tomorrow with a commercial flight but I had to cancel those plans and book a jet instead because of Maria’s call.”“That must’ve been a hassle.” Alex observed. “We could’ve used my jet to save you the stress of having to book one.”Tariq’s lips curved in a knowing smile. “I think you must’ve misunderstood me. The jet is mine, Alex. By booking, I was referring to the time it
Alex opened his mouth to snap back at the disrespectful guard hit one look from Tariq and he comported himself. He fisted his fingers and tried to remember that he was no longer Alexander Alexander Stephan. For the next few months, his name was…“This is David Wyatt.” Tariq said, hurrying to his side. “He’s the new housekeeper and cleaner that Miss Maria hired. I just flew him in from New York City.”Alex forced his lips into a smile and nodded.“Yes, that’s me. David Wyatt. Wonderful to meet you.”The guard gave him a scathing look and sneered;“You have no business talking to me like we’re on the same level. You’re a cleaner. Shut your mouth until you’re asked to speak.”Alex was on the very verge of taking just one step forward and giving that guard a piece of his mind but Tariq tugged on the back of his shirt in warning and he forced himself to remain silent. He could not remember the last time someone spoke to him in that manner. “I sincerely apologise.”“Good.” The guard snap
“Alex, is something wrong?” Tariq asked when he noticed his stiff shoulders.Alex snapped out of his trance and faced him, debating silently on whether to tell him about the gun or not. Unfortunately, before he could come to a decision, their doors flew open and two, fierce looking guards poked their heads inside the car.“What the hell are you two still doing in here?” The guard on Alex’s side snapped, his loud baritone echoing through the interior of the car. When the men saw Tariq, they stepped back and bowed respectfully — then went right back to being fierce and intimidating.“Welcome, sir.” The head guard greeted him. “Who’s your companion?”“Thank you. His name is David Wyatt. The housekeeper cum cleaner from New York whom Miss Maria requested for. Alex’s heart pounded wildly as one of the guards walked up to him and proceeded to assess him from head to toe. “I don’t know… he looks strangely familiar.”“Fuck.” Alex muttered under his breath. Did they know his grandmother? H