Millie's POV " Are you serious?" I asked Dave while looking at the blueprint in front of me. " How on earth is this project worth five million?" Dave, my right hand from when I worked for my family, shrugged his arms. " You can check it yourself." I checked, not once or twice, but three times already, and something was not adding up. I was looking at the project of two warehouses, and there was no way anyone would pay five million for this job. Three million would be more than enough, even if I decide to add some gold to it. " It looks more than strange. Why are they willing to pay so much for it," I said more to myself than Dave, but he answered me anyway. " Should we really worry about that?" He gave me a confused glance. " I think we should be jumping in joy." Well, in normal circumstances, I probably would, but it looked too good to be true here. I shook my head slowly. Dave was right; I had to accept the reality, at least for now. " We have to make sure
Alexander's POV Filled with amazement, I listened to Millie explain every step of the project. With her cheeks flushed, she showed me materials that were supposed to be used in construction. I have never seen anyone so demoted to its work. This girl could talk about it for hours, and I listened to her with pleasure. It was pretty hard to pretend I was utterly ignorant, asking many questions about some particular parts of the project, but she was more than happy to answer every aspect. Thanks to that, I figured out that this woman had incredible knowledge. " I made a list of materials needed for this project. My coworker will order them tomorrow. I made sure to choose the best quality. Our customer agreed to a ridiculously high price for this project, and I am going to ensure they will receive the best product. " I almost chuckled upon hearing this comment, but I bit my tongue. Millie had no idea why this project was so expensive, and I was not going to tell her the truth. S
Millie's POV The next day was hectic. Alex convinced me to let his mother arrange everything as she would be thrilled to do it, and I agreed happily. I could not imagine planning anything on such short notice, and honestly, such events were not my cup of tea. The only thing I had to do was choose my wedding dress. Since our ceremony was private and really small, I did not look for anything fancy. Besides, again, that was also not my cup of tea. I know some women had planned their weddings since they were toddlers, but I was not one of them. Now, I was standing in the middle of the dress shop, watching myself in the mirror. I chose a knee-length dress with short sleeves and tiny pearls on the skirt. It was simple yet elegant, perfect for the occasion. It did not need alterations, as it looked like it was made for me. And what was important was that the price was tempting. " I think this is the one," I said, looking at Alex's mother, who was accompanying me today. I had no
Alexander's POV My mother was like a fairy godmother; what she did for my wedding with Millie could be only described as magic. She turned the garden at the back of our summer home into a natural paradise. The whole place was covered with white roses, and here and there, candles were lit, adding to the magical atmosphere. The ceremony would be small, just me, Millie, John, my parents and the official who would wed us. Millie mentioned her friend, but she was nowhere to be seen. Standing at the altar, I could only think that it was how it was supposed to be. I could never understand the fascination of those fancy, overpaid celebrations, where you are mostly surrounded by strangers who do not care about you at all at the end of the day. " Nervous?" John whispered into my ear while we both stood looking in the direction where Millie was supposed to show up any minute now. " A little," I told him with all honesty. I was nervous and excited at the same time. Not every day do
Warning *** sex scene*** Millie's POV I could not believe what I had just said. I couldn't believe Alex's response even more. Did he agree to my ridiculous request? And where did this question come from in the first place? What the hell was happening to me? Our marriage was not even the traditional one. Why would I want to have a conventional wedding night, then? I looked at Alex, too embarrassed to say anything more. To my surprise, he was glaring at me with excitement and a bit of... lust. That was new. Before I could gasp at his reaction, Alex grabbed my hand and pulled me from the sofa. The next moment, I was carried the bridal style. " Put me down," I said, but my voice was weak. " Isn't that a part of tradition?" He asked, and I had to admit that his tone turned me on slightly. It was deep and husky, so different from his usual voice. I looked around, wondering where we were going. Apparently, Alex was taking me to his bedroom. I have never been there before
Alexander's POV *** Warning*** sex scene*** Oh, my lord, what was this woman doing to me? I was completely unprepared for what was happening right now. When Millie flipped over me and sat on me, I could barely breathe. I had s*x before, more times than I could count, but right now, this woman was making me crazy. I had to do something quickly, or I would face the biggest embarrassment in my life. It wasn't good already when she grabbed my di*k and stroked it gently. I was ready to explode, so without warning, I flipped her again, making sure I would be controlling the situation. I pulled out her panties and spread her legs wider. Now, her pus*y was on full display, and I had to admit it was perfect. I had tasted it already, and I was ready for more. Without a warning, I lowered my head between her legs. I kissed her tights, leaving the best part for the end. Millie arched her back, grabbing the sheets as if it could help her suppress the moans that were now escaping her l
Millie's POV I was scared that the next day after our wedding would be awkward, but Alex was nothing but sweet and charming as always. I was the one acting odd, but with time, I relaxed around him. For the next few days, we spent time talking, watching movies, and fooling around. To my surprise, Alex asked me about sharing his bedroom with him. He said that that was the only right thing to do since we were married. His proposition took me aback, as I understood we were not a regular marriage, but I agreed, and we spent a day rearranging our stuff. My bedroom became a place where we could work when necessary. The first days of this new arrangement made me uneasy, but soon, I could not wait to sleep next to Alex. His presence made me calm. We also had two other "wedding nights" since we shared the bedroom. I could not lie; Alex was a great lover, making my toes curl whenever we made love. Somewhere in my mind, I compared this new life with my previous relationship with Mark. It
Alexander's POV. When Millie entered the bathroom, I waited momentarily until I heard the water running under the shower. Then I grabbed the phone, knowing I would not have much time. For my luck, John picked up almost immediately. " I need you to check something for me," I said after exchanging greetings. There was no time for a small talk. " What is it?" John asked, sensing the seriousness of the situation. " The material delivered to the construction site is damaged and rusty." " It looks like a supplier fuc*ked up the order. It happens." John replied slowly. " After what I heard from Millie, this could not be messed up this much. Besides, I saw the list of her orders. It was top-quality stock. No one in their right mind could make such a mistake." I told him dryly. Of course, the order could be messed up, but not to this extent. " What are you going to do about that?" John asked, and I could sense he was smiling. " It depends on who is responsible for this
Third POV I could not believe my own eyes. I was standing hidden behind the tree, watching the construction site. My fists were balling; my nails left a painful mark on my skin. How was it even possible? The work was going at full speed and looked like it would be done any day now. Since I could not endure it anymore, I jumped into my car and drove off. The whole plan was falling into pieces. My entire plan that was supposed to be a masterpiece. I took all precautions to ensure Millicent would fail on this task. She was going to face an ultimate disaster. I made sure she would have no materials to start work. I have convinced her father to decline her request for workers. Millicent should be crawling back to ask, begging for help. Which we would gracefully offer her in exchange for her profit share. She would end up penniless and humiliated. And yet, there she was, handling it all perfectly. I could not imagine how she managed to get the material or the building crew. I
Alexander's POV Gabrielle left, and I was still standing outside with a goofy smile. Millie had feelings for me, at least, her friend was thinking that. She could not be wrong, could she? The warm feeling spread inside my chest, but my happiness was short-lived. My phone buzzed, and I saw a notification. It was a text message from Brian. What the hell could he want at this time of day? ' Call me.' Those two words flashed on the screen, and my stomach twisted. I dialled his number. Hopefully, he did not engage himself in another fight in some random bar. " What is it?" I almost barked when he answered his phone. It was really not a good time. Millie was waiting upstairs. We had a serious talk to make. " Sorry, Alex, I did not mean to bother you in the evening." Brian's tone was apologetic, and I felt like a pri*k. He was my friend and could need my help, and I was taking frustration out on him. " It is okay, Brian. Is everything fine?" " Yeah... Well, not exactly. One
Third-party POV I was so stunned I could barely breathe. There was no one else than Alexander Foster sitting casually before me, and my best friend was oblivious to whom she had married. " But how?" I managed to whisper, glancing at the door where Millie disappeared. " I spilt her coffee," the man replied, sipping his wine. " Spilling someone's coffee does not end at the wedding altar," I hissed, forgetting who I talked to. " Does she even know the truth?" Alex flashed me a pearly smile. " Not yet." That was not much of an explanation, but what else did I expect? Alexander Foster. How many times have I heard Michael mentioning his name? The ruthless billionaire who was ready to crush anyone who crossed their paths with him. Michael loved to talk about their businesses. I could not help but think he envied him as well. But who wouldn't? This man was basically sleeping on cash. His wealth was growing with every breath he took. No wonder he was the man every woman d
Alexander's POV " Can you start making pasta?" Millie asked me without stopping stirring the sauce. She was wearing my apron and looked very professional while cooking. " Are you sure that would be enough? I could always make some salad." I offered gently to spare myself a side-eye. Millie mentioned a fancy dinner, and now she settled with spaghetti. Well, I had a different idea of a fancy meal, but who am I to judge? " Are you suggesting that my food is not enough?" Millie raised her brow, and I suddenly felt cornered in our apartment's tiny kitchen. Why did I open my mouth? I could just happily make pasta and remain silent. Millie noticed my expression and burst into laughter, but I did not want to lower my guard. " We could survive on chips with ketchup and a can of soda. Trust me, Gabi will appreciate my cooking. " I have nodded to that statement. Why was I even bothered? Millie's spaghetti was delicious, after all. When the pasta was slowly getting ready, I
Millie's POV It was painful to see Gabi like that. She looked like a complete mess. I did the only thing I could do at the moment like that. I sat next to her and hugged her tightly. " Are you sure about that? It is quite a serious suspicion," I said, stroking Gabi's hair while she was sobbing. I was never a huge fan of Michael. This man was, in my opinion, controlling and incredibly possessive. We never clicked, not that I tried too much. He seemed the complete opposite of what I would imagine Gabrielle would like dating. But as long as my friend was happy, I had no other choice but to suck it up. I moved my hand and lifted Gabi's face. " Talk to me. I can not help you if you won't tell me what is going on," I told her softly. Gabrielle took a calming breath, and I handed her a tissue. This woman was always a perfect picture of independence. I could not stand seeing her so broken because of a man. " I don't know, but he is different. Cold, distant." Gabrielle
Millie's POV The following two weeks passed in the blink of an eye. Since Brian's team started work, the whole construction site has changed. After the first week, they managed to build a complete base of the warehouse. They were professional and organised; I could say they were better than the workers from my father's company. Brian was friendly and easygoing. Working with him was a pleasure. He often joked around, but at the same time, he treated his job very seriously. I could finally relax, knowing my project was in good hands. With Brian's help, I could finish this task way before the deadline. After the first troubles, everything was going smoothly. And all of that was possible because of Alex. This man was like my guardian angel, sent by the heavens at the worst time of my life. I only doubted that any angel would be so good in bed. Every day, he asked me about my progress, and I had to remind myself not to overload him with stories, as he probably was asking out
Third POV Sandra sat on the sofa and crossed her legs. Mark sat next to her, placing his hand on her tummy. " How is the baby? How was a check-up?" Sandra lowered her gaze to hide a smirk forming on her lips. She left their apartment early under the pretext of having an appointment with a midwife. Instead of going to the hospital, she spent time with her friend, who gave her old ultrasound photos of her daughter. Maxine knew Sandra's plan and agreed to participate, as she had never liked Millicent. If there was anything that could harm Sandra's step-sister, Maxine was full on board. Now, Sandra handed the photos to Mark, watching his face lit up. " Our baby is magnificent. And so is you. The pregnancy has no impact on you. Your body is still perfect. " Sandra chuckled. " I am not one of those pregnant women who eats everything than can, pretending it is for a baby. " She said with an innocent tone. It was obvious that her body remained the same since she was not pre
Alexander's POV. It took me over an hour to discuss the final arrangements with Michael. He tried to talk me out of my idea, suggesting that my employees would try to use the new privileges. Again, I had to remind him that he worked as MY lawyer and my decision was final. We have parted both in sour moods. Nevertheless, I could not care less about his opinion. I was exhausted, but I had a few more meetings that required my presence. Luckily, the rest of the day was relatively uneventful, and I waited for the end of the day with anticipation. I was curious about Millie's day. Did the supplier keep his word and deliver the new material? If not, I was going to keep my end of the bargain. When I arrived home, Millie was already setting up the table. She did not talk much unless asked, and when we sat down to eat, I could see she was more pushing the food around her plate than actually eating. " Not the best day?" I asked, placing my plate in the dishwasher. " It was bittersweet, I
Millie's POV I woke up to the gentle sound of my phone vibrating. I looked at the screen, wishing I could ignore it, when I saw Dave's name pop out. I had enough disasters for now, and I did not need another. Whatever he had to say, it couldn't be good if he called me at this ungodly hour. " What is it?" I finally picked up since he was calling over and over again. " Sorry, boss, but I really need you here," Dave said, and I felt like deja vu. What the hell was happening right now? Did the construction site be caught on fire? Well, I would not be surprised. " Boss, the new material arrived," Dave added, and I abruptly sat straight on the bed. I cursed myself as Alex groaned in his sleep. " I will be there soon," I said and moved out of bed. After a quick shower, I was ready, but then it hit me that I should at least make some breakfast for my husband. I made an omelette and poured him juice. One last glance at the table, and I was out. I could not sit calmly in the ta