Iris's POV I opened my mouth to answer Xander about his inappropriate behavior, but before I could do so, we both heard the door knob turn. With the same speed he pulled me closer, he drove me away. I composed myself. " Iris, here you are and I thought will be late," saying Ethan took quick steps toward me, and out of habit gave me a tight hug and kiss on my forehead. "You ok?" he whispered asked. I know he wanted to make sure, after seeing me so tired last night. "Yeah, I am. " I said assuring him. Ethan hugged me back, but a throat clear made him pull away from me. "Mr. Russo. " Ethan greeted him in a clipped tone. Something tells me, Ethan is not pleased with his presence. There is no hatred but at the same time, I can see him being a little indifferent toward Xander. The way he so formally greeted him, without a smile and then his tone, was so... I don't know, but it was not the tone you use with your business partner. I mean he didn't even try hiding his
I fucking want to kill someone. Squeezing the pen in my hand, I glared at the man sitting across from me. If looks could kill, then this man would have been six feet under the ground. And for a change this time my anger is not directed toward Ethan. I am angry with a bald man, with one foot on earth and the other in the grave kinda old man, or I say a pervert, boggling shamelessly at Iris. He is shameless enough, to not even try to hide his dirt gaze. From the moment we entered he had his eyes fixed on her, as Iris is going around the table, placing the required papers needed for the meeting, he has his fixed on her ass. And if he soon, doesn't take his eyes off her, I am gonna poke this freaking pen in his eyes. But why Alexander Russo? My subconscious asked the 100th time and I have no fucking answer to that question. Why I feel this way toward Iris, is a mystery to me. All I know is that, for some reason, I feel this harmony with her, this need to protec
Iris's POV I stood at the door. While Xander paced around the office angrily.Before, I came with the thought to calm him down, but now I have no clue, how. Calming Xander was not something that I don know. Of anything for him, my mere presence was enough to calm him down. But there is a difference between this Xander and the Xander I knew. They are the same person, but still different for me. At last, I was enough for Xander to calm down, because I meant the world to him, he may be been chaos for the world, but he felt calm in my arms. I was his sanctuary, where he felt surrounded by serenity. But this Xander is Alexander Russo, to him, I am a challenge or a stranger, I don't know. But what I am sure of is, I am not the person who knows, how to calm him down. My once confident steps are now frozen and hesitant. I am debating if I should stay or leave until he has calmed himself. I was still debating looking between him and the door when I flinched at the so
Alexander's POV It's been fifteen minutes since they took Oris, inside, they stopped me from following, like the hell they could, it's only because Ethan held me back, that's the only reason here I am pacing outside of Iris's room. Looking continuously at her door. What the hell are they taking so much time for? "Can you stop, pacing like this is not gonna, speed things up. You are giving me a headache." Annoyed, Ethan complained. " Then stop looking at me," I answered hoarsely. Since the moment we arrived, he has his eyes fixed on me as if he is decoding something, looking at me, which is going to answer all the question swimming in his eyes. I am not blind, I am just ignoring his questioning looks. Because that's the last thing I care about. I don't know, what is stopping him from bombarding me with questions, he has all the rights, but he is not. That is making me both curious and angry. His indifference, towards another man, being this worried for his gir
" Mommy, I look good? " in his bubbly voice Xan asks as he, runs towards me. Today is a fancy dress competition in Xam's school, where they are supposed to dress like their favorite superheroes. Which was a task for me and Blair. Only we know how many shops we wandered to find their perfect costumes. But all was worth it. Because the happiness that came afterward, to our kid's face was priceless. They were never so excited about school like this as if today they are in a sugar rush. So energetic they are. Looking at my baby, I couldn't stop myself from gushing. My son is looking so cute. He is dressed as Captain America, and I want to just keep touching wood to keep all the evil eyes off my baby. " Aww... You are looking so handsome. Come here." Can't run into my arms, filling my heart with happiness that only he can give me. My baby is my world and he is the best thing that happened to me. Now I understand why mom use today, that motherhood is something, a b
Iris's POV At this point, I don't know who to blame, him for always coming to me like that or me, for always losing control of myself. I know the latter is the only one to be blamed. Xander is not even aware that, how much he affects me or how much he means to me, for him, I am some girl he is attracted to I guess. But to me, he is the air I breathe. I feel him in my being, he is the hope that helps me live every day. He and our son. His son. Xan, never says but he needs a father. I see the longing in his eyes when he sees other kids with their fathers. It's only because Ethan always makes sure, he is there whoever he needs a father figure in his life, making it easier for Xan to let go of longing. But the question is until when. No matter what someone does for you, you will always long for a father. Ethan is great, but he is not his father, and Xan knows it, the reason he longs for his father. But my baby is so cute but smart, that he never asks me abou
I don't know how, I try resisting every time but still end up in this situation. Knowing very well, once I am here then there will be no part of me that will try to back down. Xander's fingers were circling my hips in a very father-like touch, he is only applying enough pressure to let me feel every inch of his touch. This whiff of his woody cologne turned my thoughts hazy, it's like all my capability is fogged by the desire swirling in my eyes. His touch was initiating emotions, I know I can't act upon. Still, I feel no control over myself. My inner battle was still nowhere to be ended when suddenly, Xander pulled his hands away from my hips, and my eyes snapped open, looking at him with confusion, and instead of answering he smirked then with hooded eyes, he leaned closer. " The ball is in your court, Iris, either you can push me, or you will have no right to ever stop me." " This is not right. " " Then tell me what's wrong. " " I am engaged." " Yet you neve
I am doing things wrong, everything around me is wrong, and I don't know how to take control of things that I do or that seem to happen to me. Standing and looking at the scene in front of me is heart-wrenching but at the same time I am failing to emote the emotions, I am feeling inside. Other than shock I show nothing on my face, and it's not like I am hiding my emotions no it's happening on its own. Xander is looking at me, there is this sorry look on his face that I both hate and feel pity for. The girl in his arms is saying something and when she realized it, she doesn't have his attention, her eyes moved from him to where he is looking, at me, with puzzlement, she looks between me and Xander and then grabs her attention she, puts her hands on his shoulder, calling him. And as soon as his eyes are not on me, I slipped away into the office, the only safe place, right now. Entering I locked the office, my brain still processing everything I saw. I fell on my c