Chapter 32: Touche

ALEXA'S POV

“Mr. Morgan is not my type, just as I'm not his type. This was just a mistake," I said, and I saw how his face turned cold, with his eyes as dark as an abyss and emitting a deathly aura. He looked so wicked and dangerous, yet so handsome, like a dark angel. He ran his hand through his hair and looked at me intently. He took in slow and calculated breaths, clenching his fists and releasing them. I realized he must be trying to calm himself down and not flare up at my words.

“Did you not feel anything from my kiss?” He asked. His tone was calm, but his gaze was dark, and he seemed to be looking into my soul. This jerk! After abruptly leaving me the other day and also not picking up my calls, he thinks just one kiss would change everything. I know he might have been busy, but what kind of busyness made him not return my calls? For the whole day too, and he was absent from today's meeting just to avoid me. Did he think I was a naive high school girl?

“I didn't feel anything