Resisting the urge to throw down the phone, I quickly stood up, untied, and tied my necktie back, before slipping both of my hands into my trouser pocket. “This lady seems to be smarter than I thought! I need to be fast about it!” I said to myself, gnashing my teeth. Suddenly I picked up my phone and headed straight for my private elevator. “Boss, where are you going?” Andrus asked on seeing me and did the same. “Stay behind, Andrus, I want to be left alone!” I said in an icing tone, and he withdrew immediately. He went back to his office as the elevator door closed. I shouldn't have told him off in that tone, after all, he wasn't the one that got me pissed off!. Soon, I arrived at my private parking spot, and paused on opening the car door. “Wait a minute! Where the hell am I going?” I questioned myself, before gazing at my reflection on the car. Suddenly I turned back absurdly and headed for the office. “Welcome back, boss!” Andrus said, shocked to see me after a minute. Wi
“Hi, Alexandria!” he said, smiling. “Hello, Drake! How are you doing? It's been a while!” I said, and he smiled again before shrugging his shoulders. “You told me off, remember? Hum, can I sit down beside you?" He asked, staring at me, and I nodded my response. “So, how are you doing?” I spoke up first. “Am doing fine, just feeling down lately!” He said after taking a sip from his red wine. “Really? What happened?” I asked, feeling a little bit concerned for him. “You broke my damned heart, remember? And ever since then, I haven't been myself” He said, and he suddenly stopped drinking. Pushing his glass of wine aside, he turned to fully look at me. “What?” I asked when he silently stared at me. “Why wouldn't you at least give me a chance? I'm hot, young, and not bad looking, and I have got money as well! So, why won't you let me spoil you with money at least since you rejected my offer of love?” He said slowly and I kept quiet at first. Seeing my silence, he stood up and tried
"Because I need you now!” "You don't need me, Alex! It's just the effects of the alcohol! Freshen up, it might help to calm down your nerves”. “I don't need some damned bath! I want you, Fred!” “Alex, we both know what will happen tomorrow morning after doing this now! Just relax, okay!” “Are you rejecting me now? I thought you loved me!". My need for sex was intense now. "Please don't, Alex! Don't try to use my weakness against me” “You liar! You never loved me!” I said, and suddenly started crying. “Please don't cry, Alex! For goodness sake, you know how much I love you! How much I want you as mine! You know too well, Alex!" He pulled me closer to himself, and held onto me, and I quickly kissed him. Slowly, he responded to my kiss and soon his tongue fought with mine for dominance. Deeply the kiss, I had a better taste of the champagne wine in his mouth. Raking his hands through my hair, his hot breath fanned my face while he held me tightly to himself. “My goodness! I fu
“Yeah, Alex! I love you! You are so fucking sweet, and I love the way you you make me dream about you every fucking seconds of the day! Ahh… Haah… Yeah…come on baby, you are my baby…” He continue moaning, with his eyes closed. Feeling my sensation soaring high, I grasp my leg tighter around his waistline, bend lower on his body, and immediately increased my bouncing speed again, i felt him shivering out of pleasure beneath me, while loud moans from both of us filled the room. “Aaah…Fucking Goodness! Am… I'm getting closer, Alex…!” He moans out. And I felt it becoming more intense. Quickly, I pull out before he will hold me back like he did before, and his seed splashes on my stomach. Standing up, I walked to the bathroom adjacent to the room, no longer feeling tipsy. By the time I came out of the bathroom, he was sound asleep. Sighing softly, I checked the wall clock. “Shit! It really late! I won't be able to get a cab back home” I murmur, turning to look at his cute face whi
Are you trying to shift the blame on me now?” I asked, looking shocked at his Words. “Why should i?” “What kind of a question is that, you ass, prickled, dude! Ain't you supposed to protect me from such a messy situation? And you claimed to love me! You worthless piece of trash!" I said, my chest swaying up and down in anger. Actually, I wasn't angry with him. I am just angry with something unknown, something I have securely locked up in my enclosed wall of self-defense or rather, self-control. “Alex! I did that! But you insisted! You insisted, and practically bullied me into it!" He said loudly, while trying to demonstrate with his hands. “I bullied you into it? Hahaha… can you listen to yourself?” I said, totally pissed off now. “Yes, you did! You questioned my love for you, and succeeded in using it against me! You are my only weakness, Alex!” He said, equally yelling now. “Are you yelling at me, now?" I said, coldly. Raking his hands through his hair, he breathes out loudly
Sighing softly, I rub my tired neck. Sipping from the glass of juice, my phone started ringing. Seeing the ID of my lawyer, I sighs out again before picking it up. “Hello!” “President Chester, she beat us too!” He said and frowned, totally confused at his words. “Beat us to what?” “She has filed some charges against you and we have been invited by her lawyer probably for negotiations” “What are the charges!" "Defamation of character, Threat To Life, and Attempting Murder!” He said and I clench fist in anger. “Hmm… I can see she is smart! Alright, set up a meeting with her attorney for tomorrow afternoon, let's hear what she has to say” I said coldly before hanging up. “Sofia! Alright, let's see how far you can go about this!” I said, before standing up from the couch, leaving the glass of juice behind. My appetite for drinking has completely been ruined. It was exactly nine am when the arrival of her plane was announced at the airport. Completely dressed up in a casual
“You are welcome!” He said, while taking my luggage away from me and we all started walking towards a parked car. “So, tell me Mr Andrus…” I wanted to say more. “Sorry to interrupt you, but can you quit with Mr? Just call me Andrus!” He said, and Murphy coughs slightly again. “Are you alright? You look tired!” I said, looking concerned. This CEO is a piece of trash! Does it mean he doesn't value friendship very much? Murphy looked tired, and he still sent him to come and pick me up. Well..he definitely meets his match, because I'm not going to condone any trashy attitudes from him!. Strange enough, I haven't seen the face of the heartless CEO as described by bloggers! Going through few of his pictures online only showed his back view, and never his face! How he does it is something I was puzzled about, until more research about him online shows that he controls over eighty percent of the media sector! Damned! The man is powerful! I was still saying inwardly to myself until Andrus,
But what, pretty boy?” I said, and Andrus laughed out again. He seems to enjoy hearing me tease Murphy. “The CEO wears a half-cover mask on his face!” Murphy said, the sudden sharp screening of the car's brake, almost gave me a heart attack. “I am deeply sorry, Sir Murphy!” Andrus quickly apologized to him. “What is wrong?” Are you alright? Let me drive, if you are not feeling too well!” I said before turning to look at Murphy who was not perplexed at the sudden event. He seems to look calm for something like this. Or perhaps, he already knew about Andrus driving style? I thought inwardly. “I'm fine, miss! I am deeply sorry for that. It's just that ... .it's just that I heard something….!” “Please drive the car, Andrus!” Murphy, sharply but calmly interrupts him. “Yes, sir!” Andrus replied before starting the car. Leaning back on the seat, I watched him close his eyes before I did the same. There is something about Murphy that screams mystery! There seems to be this deep conne
Chester’s mind raced as he and Liam sat at the front of the sleek black car, the streets of New York blurred outside the windows. The tension between them was palpable, the quiet hum of the engine barely cutting through the weight of the situation. "I can't afford to alert Madeline," Chester said quietly, his gaze focused on the road ahead. "She’s playing this game too well. We have to keep everything under the radar. If she suspects we’re on to her, she might move Alex again." Liam nodded, his expression grim. "Agreed. We’ll use private investigators. They can follow the trail without raising any suspicion. No need for police, now. We need this to be clean." Chester clenched his fists. His frustration was barely contained. He didn’t care about anything else anymore. His world had become a desperate chase to find Alex, to bring her back from the nightmare she was in. Every second that passed without her made the reality of losing her even more real. --- Meanwhile, in a dark and s
The streets of New York blurred as cheater's car sped down the road. His mind raced faster than the car’s engine, his heart pounding in his chest. He was so close. Just a few more miles, and he’d finally be able to see Alex, to explain himself, to tell her how much he regretted everything. But the closer he got to Alex’s house written address, the more his unease grew. His phone buzzed in his pocket, breaking the silence that had settled over him during the long drive. He pulled over, his hands trembling slightly as he grabbed it. It was a text from Daniel: "Call me. Something’s wrong." Chester's stomach twisted. Without hesitation, he dialed Daniel’s number, the anticipation gnawing at him. “Chester,” Daniel’s voice came through the phone, urgent and clipped. “It’s Alex. She’s gone.” Chester's pulse spiked. “What do you mean, gone? Where the hell is she?” “Someone took her. We don’t know who or why, but they grabbed her and her son. No sign of a struggle, just—gone. The police a
As the evening wore on, the luxurious ballroom where Chester’s wedding was supposed to take place was now eerily quiet. The guests had scattered, and the only sound that remained was the faint rustling of fabric from Madeline’s mother and her family, who had tried to console the shattered woman in the wake of Chester's abrupt departure. Madeline, her face pale and tear-streaked, sat alone in a chair near the empty altar, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. The luxurious wedding gown that had once symbolized the beginning of a new life for her now felt like a suffocating shroud. Her mind raced with thoughts of betrayal and humiliation. She had spent so long trying to claw her way into Chester’s life, only for him to abandon her without a word. Her mother and the other family members kept trying to reach out to her, offering empty words of comfort. “He’ll come back around, darling,” her mother said gently, dabbing at Madeline’s tears with a lace handkerchief. “He has to. You’
The opulent venue was buzzing with excitement as the guests gathered, their eager whispers filling the air. The grand chandeliers cast a golden glow over the extravagant ballroom, and outside, the elite guests sipped champagne in a garden adorned with roses, basking in the spectacle of Chester's and Madeline’s wedding. Chester stood at the altar, a mere puppet of his family’s design. His chest tightened with every passing second. The distant clink of glasses and the murmured chatter of the crowd did little to drown out the chaotic thoughts racing through his mind. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t marry Madeline. As the officiant began the ceremony, Chester’s gaze flickered to Madeline, standing beside him with her flawless smile and eyes that glittered with triumph. But all he could think about was Alex—the woman he had loved, the woman he had lost. His heart slammed against his ribs, and his breath caught in his throat as a text message vibrated in his p
The weight of the news still hung heavily in the air as Alex watched the announcement unfold on the television screen. The buzz from the media, the socialites, and the world beyond seemed to intensify as the forced engagement between Chester and Madeline Brooks was broadcasted. The lavish wedding details began circulating—grand venues, designer dresses, and the promise of a high-profile ceremony to match the family's elite status. It felt surreal to Alex, who had once been that woman—caught in the whirlwind of Chester’s world, a world filled with promises and expectations. Yet, here she was, standing at the threshold of a new chapter, away from it all. Her son stirred in his crib, pulling her out of her thoughts. She smiled softly, walking over to him, watching as his tiny fingers reached up in his sleep. Despite everything—despite the confusion, the heartache, the betrayal—he was her miracle. And for him, she would build a future free from the past, free from the shadows of Leon a
Alex sat quietly in the park, the soft hum of the city around her, but her mind was far away. She glanced down at her son, his bright eyes reflecting the sunlight as he played with a small toy in his hands. He was the center of her world, and every decision she made from here on out would be for him. But there was something else. Something growing inside her—an uncertainty, a curiosity, a question that she had tried to ignore for so long. Could she open her heart again?... Liam had been there for her in a way that no one else had. He had never asked for anything, never pushed her to be someone she wasn’t. The more time she spent with him, the more she realized how much she appreciated his quiet strength, his kindness, and the ease with which he made her laugh. It wasn’t love yet, not the passionate kind she had shared with Leon, but it was something. Something she hadn’t felt in a long time... Liam had made it clear that he wasn’t ru
The weight of the announcement still hung heavily in Alex’s chest. She had tried to stay indifferent, but the image of Chester, standing next to Madeline, his expression distant yet resigned, kept haunting her. It wasn’t that she expected him to sit around pining for her, but seeing him so publicly move on, so easily, was more painful than she anticipated. As much as she told herself that it was for the best, that she was better off without him, there was always that nagging voice in the back of her mind. What if things could have been different? What if they hadn’t fallen apart the way they had? Could they have found a way back to each other? But that was in the past. And now, all that mattered was her son. He had her heart and soul, and Alex was determined to give him the best life possible. As she sat in the quiet of her apartment, holding her son close, she felt a stirring of something unexpected. It wasn’t just a feeling of longing for a man who no
Chester could hardly believe the words Madeline had spoken to him three weeks later! I'm Pregnant? The thought made his stomach churn. He hadn’t been careful, but the idea of her carrying his child seemed far-fetched, especially given the haze of alcohol and the drug she’d so deftly slipped into his system. But the truth, as twisted as it was, couldn’t be denied. He had no choice but to go through with a test, something he dreaded more than anything. --- The Next Day... Chester sat in the sterile, cold hospital room, his hands tightly clenched around the armrest of the chair. The results from the test were about to be revealed, and with every passing second, the knot in his stomach tightened further. Madeline sat across from him, her face a mask of feigned concern. She had been playing the role of the victim perfectly, looking so innocent, but Chester could see through the charade. Still, despite everything, there was a part of him that feared what the test might confirm. A nurse
CHESTER BLACKWOOD POV I sat at my desk, surrounded by files, photos, and addresses, my eyes bloodshot but sharp. For the first time in months, i wasn’t drowning in whiskey or self-pity. i had focus now — and it all pointed to one city. New York.... My private investigator had finally unearthed a clue, subtle but undeniable: a hospital record flagged under a different surname, but the birthdate and the emergency contact screamed Alex. It was the only real lead he’d had since she disappeared. Daniel walked in unannounced, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. “You look like hell, but for once you look alive.” I smirked slightly, the first real smile in ages. “I’m going to find her.” Daniel stepped closer, glancing at the spread of documents. “And when you do?” “I’m not letting her go,” I said flatly. “Not again.” But deep down, anxiety twisted in my chest. If Alex had hidden herself this well, it meant she didn’t want to be found. --- Meanwhile, across in another city..