Chapter Eleven.

REYNA

I was speechless; that is exactly how he left me. I have never met someone as annoying as him. Veins popped on my forehead.

' Calm down, you have a board meeting to attend.' I chanted in my head over and over again.

Reyna: Stop stalking me, Alex.

Unknown: I am not stalking you all I did was send flowers to my dear wife.

With the nerves he has, I took a deep breath to relax.

Reyna: I am not your wife.

Unknown: last I checked I didn't sign any divorce documents.

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That was it; the truth was that Alex and our divorce was not finalized and what happened between Theo and I was a short-term contract, but unfortunately, he died. Why love life was fucked up? The last thing I needed was an annoying ex-husband.

Reyna: Don't you ever contact me again and stay the hell away.

He was still typing, and I knew whatever he was about to reply would definitely get on my nerves. I blocked his number immediately. My grip on my phone released and I muttered some calming words to clear my head.

I hated the fact he was still affecting me this much. After relaxing I made my way inside the conference room.

"Good morning ma'am," everyone greeted me in harmony. "Good morning everyone; sorry for arriving late," I responded, then took my seat at the head of the table.

"Can we proceed?" I asked after the documents involved in the meeting were passed to me.

The board meeting was draining, but I survived. After a successful meeting, I went back to the office, and luckily, all the flowers were gone.

Later that day, I was scheduled to have a meeting with a big international client at a nightclub. I didn't feel the location was conventional but they were big clients.

It was for a big project the company had been bidding on forever and the biggest job I was going to handle, so I was a bit nervous, trying my best to hold my composure.

Not everyone was happy with the fact that I was now the CEO of the company so this task was a test of competency.

The loud blaring music from the speakers welcomed me as I made my way inside one of the business clubs in the city. My eyes darted around the gallery area where the VIP area was to find my clients.

"Are you sure they are here?" I asked Chelsea.." yes, ma'am, the client arrived a few minutes ago." Chelsea answered me. I hated the feeling of this place as the scent of alcohol and cigarettes filled the air and not to forget the loud music.

I nodded, then made my way to the stairs; at the VIP entrance area, I was stopped, "Do you have an exclusive membership, or is there someone you want to see?" A bouncer that was over 6 feet and filled with muscles everywhere left me intimidated.

"Yes, I am looking for Mr Orlov," I answered, and the bouncer paused, his eyes trailing around me and Chelsea. "You don't look like his type." He clicked his tongue.

His gaze made me super uncomfortable. Another guy approached the bouncer, and he explained the situation before leaving. I guess he was going to inform Mr Orlov of our arrival.

He came back later and then whispered into the bouncer's ears before glancing at me. "Are you Mrs Hudson?" He asked.

"Yes, I am," I affirmed then he nodded. "Please follow me," he instructed; the bouncer made way for me to step in and naturally, Chelsea wanted to follow me but was stopped by the bouncer.

"Only Mrs Hudson is allowed," he stated, my brows furrowed, confused as to why my assistant could not follow me in for a business appointment.

"But she is my assistant," I argued back, the bouncer didn't change his mind. "The instructions were only Mrs Hudson, but if you can't come alone, the meeting will be rescheduled till when he comes back from a trip. Those are Mr Orlov's exact words." The guy leading me to the table stated.

My grip on my bag tightened; this was a top project, and if I was not able to secure it, there was a large chance it would be lost. Remembering how I had to prove my capabilities made me nervous.

"It's fine, Chelsea, you are free to wait or go home. I will see Mr Orlov myself." Chelsea was hesitant to leave, but she understood the club's silly rules. "I will wait around ma'am." She finally said.

I nodded at her then glanced at the escort. "Lead the way."

"Alright, Miss Hudson," he then led me into the VIP area; the seats here were arranged in such a way as to give a mysterious vibe, and it made it hard to recognize the people there unless you approached them.

Most of the people here were drinking, smoking or playing with strippers. It made my skin crawl as I walked past a seat where a distinct moaning sound was coming from. "More, faster.." the female voice moaned.

How could people be so shameless? My face scrunched up then I quickly walked past the seat. The escort did not bat an eye, as if he was used to things like this happening frequently.

He led me to a more seclusive area, I could already hear girls giggling from the seat. "We have arrived," the escort said, then left before even introducing me.

I walked closer to the table to get a clearer image of what was happening, seated in the middle of the couch was a handsome man with strawberry blonde hair and Hazel eyes.

He was busy drinking with a couple of strippers who seemed to be enjoying his presence. The first thing that caught my attention was his seductive face and his shirt buttons that were left undone.

"Mr Orlov," I called out. He obviously didn't look like he was here for a business meeting, but he was a big client. The man heard my voice and then glanced away from a girl who was entertaining him; his hazel eyes met my eyes.

"Mrs Hudson, it's nice to meet you. I can't believe Alex let such a jewel leave him." Mr Orlov commented, leaving me stunned. He knew Alex.