That very same day, Zander was supposed to tell her that he loves her; he was supposed to confess his feelings, but what he heard from her mouth while answering Bellas’ questions in the lift made Zander halt on his way up. He heard Elvie clearly say, "Bella, what makes you think that I'm head over heels over Zander? Surely, the man cares so much more about his ego than caring over me. Besides, we both agree to end things before it's too late and he’ll end up hurting me. I'm not the woman he used to know. I'm different now. I don't love anymore.”To say that he was disappointed, hurt, and relieved at the same time was an understatement; he almost made himself a fool by telling her what he truly felt.Okay, if this is really what she wanted, then I'll give her war! He thought to himself as he left the hallway and went to his private elevator.Going up, he thought that life with Elvie was like handling his company full of issues and anomalies. If there was one thing he’d learned from pro
Shortly after sending Danny on his way, Zander waltzed out of his office and into the newsroom. Grilling Elvie about Mathei was tempting, but he wasn’t a hypocrite, and she didn’t owe him shit.Besides, it was likely Elvie already felt extra salty after what had happened with them, and she had enough on her plate without having his dirty laundry to sort through. He was going to talk to Matheo about an item he wanted to scrap from the show tonight when Bella blocked his way to the old cow’s office, throwing her body between them like a hysterical mother in front of a speeding car.Big. Fucking. Mistake, small woman!“Can I help you?” He raised an eyebrow.“I have something you really want to see, Zander...”“Call me, Mr. Stanton. Only my friends call me Zander. Chances are, I’ll stab myself in the eye with a fork before initiating a conversation with you about non-professional issues. Start talking.”Zander followed her to her desk, and she pointed at her screen, her smile oozing stupi
Five minutes later, everyone was inside, including a solemn Bella and a defiant Elvie. Matheo was outside, on a quick phone call.“We need a new item to close up the show. At this point, I’ll take anything. A feature. A kicker. A piece about anything that’s not completely stupid. Brainstorm away.” Zander tapped his finger over the chrome conference table.Everybody looked at their digital devices, typing text messages to their sources and generally being productive. Steven, the guy who yelled at Bella, however, sat with his arms crossed and sulked like a toddler in the midst of a tantrum.“Got it! A country singer was just murdered in a strip club in China.” Matheo swung the door open and walked into the fishbowl meeting room, still staring at his phone.“Steven, I know you like good gossip. Can you follow that up?” The man was already texting her source. “But Kristal’s—” He scratched his head with the tip of his pen when he saw Zander’s intense glare at him.The silence that followed
“Of course not! I had a few, but—anyway,” Elvie quipped, feeling bold. “Does she know?”“Know what?” His lips broadened into an even wider grin, but that meant nothing. Zander was always nonchalant. A meteor could be speeding towards Earth at the speed of light, crashing and killing all of them in exactly two hours, and he still wouldn’t skip the foreplay when he took this girl to his presidential suite for their sexcapade.“Any of the following things, really. One—" Elvie jerked her thumb up. "That's your thing. You pretend to be single while your daughter is waiting for you!” She pointed her forefinger at him.“What?” he frowned.“Idiot! It’s your schedule tonight, remember? Your turn to read Thea her bedtime stories.” She scoffed and looked at the woman, then back to him. “And two, is this your thing? You take women to a hotel suite for the night; fuck her? Our divorce isn't even finalised yet, you asshole—” Then again, she gave him the middle finger, narrowing her eyes, and wonder
Sundays were Thea days.Days of echoed laughter in the mansion and the silent murmur of the staff and of course, munching on sweets and stealing glances at the main door, hoping Zander would appear and rescue her from the tower of dragons with one heated kiss. Yeah, it would never happen, but still, she hoped for something similar, so sue her.Today, Thea practically pushed her out the door. She’d made some excuse about getting some vitamin D, but it wasn’t even that sunny. Nonetheless, Elvie figured Thea wanted time alone with her new Princess Fiona and Shrek tea set. The mansion was huge. It was too big for Elvie’s liking, so she went to the garden with a cup of coffee in her hand. Besides, getting some time to think wasn’t the worst idea she’d had. She also needed to read more about her late parents' company crisis. And though she’d felt a little unequipped and uninformed this week when Joey and she discussed it in one of their online meetings, which ended up in an argument, then a
Going into his mansion again wasn’t the most constructive thing to do, Zander thought, considering the little fixation she was developing. But of course, he could just reason that he wanted to see their daughter.He could smell her skin, the undertone of her vanilla scent, and her ginger-and-jasmine shampoo on every piece of furniture in Thea’s play room. Her office, however, screamed Elvie. Her personality jumped out of every corner of the room. Zander saw her in the cider-scented candles lined up neatly on the mantel like soldiers and in the framed pictures—her hugging Thea with a huge smile on her face. She was in the curtains that were drawn open, inviting the sun to pour into the room, and in the small, organised stack of newspapers and books on the coffee table, as well as the ring stain of a mug beside them that told him her favourite pastime. And in the unlikely picture hanging above the TV, of a girl reaching up to a heart-shaped balloon and watching it drift skyward and away
The hashtag #ChildHelp stared back at Zander from the cream banner as he entered the event, celebrated on the massive rooftop terrace of the Stanton Towers Hotel. Sleek pink and peach carpets, roses spilling from sculptures like rivers, and long tables covered in velvet black tablecloths—no matter how much money Matheo was going to raise here, it wouldn’t cover half of what this evening had cost.The old man wore a tux and a scowl, his new toy trailing alongside him in her gold chiffon dress that managed to have too much fabric yet still exposed the better half of her tits. Not that Matheo cared. He knew his new wife was screwing around, too. He wasn’t a hypocrite, and he was about as possessive of her as he was of the piece of human turd he’d nearly stepped on as he walked into work yesterday morning, exiting the train. He didn’t want to bring her, but even Zander recognised that they needed to show some kind of united front. Plus, it was a good opportunity for him to check in on her
Zander took a step back and watched the colour drain from Matheo’s face. For a second, Zander thought he was going to have another heart attack. Then he tipped his head goodbye to Elvie, winked at her, and scurried away, looking like a ghost of himself. They both watched him join his wife. Zander knew that if he took his time, Kristal would approach them now that Mathias was gone.“He’s trying to hit on you,” he told Elvie, too pissed to look her in the eye without snapping further.“That’s his business, not yours,” she said evenly, placing her delicate glass of champagne on a table behind her. The spring air was crisp and chilly, and her whole body blossomed into goosebumps under that dress.“You are still my wife, Elvie, remember that. Stop playing nice with him.”“No, you stop butting into my relationships with other people, Zander. Matheo is a friend, and he wasn't doing anything wrong.”He supposed it wasn’t a good time to tell her that Patrick Thomson—who’d wandered out on the t