CHAPTER 7
Alex's POV After warning her about the suspicious-looking delivery man, I exited the building but stood outside, waiting for him to come out. I couldn't just leave without making sure she was safe. But as the minutes dragged on, worry began to settle in my chest. Five minutes had passed, and there was still no sign of him. Without thinking, I darted back into the building, charging up the stairs two at a time. Taking the elevator would waste precious time—it would be forever before it reached the thirteenth floor as it seemed someone was already inside. Finally reaching her floor, I caught sight of her, struggling as he tried to push her against the wall. His hand moved toward his pocket, and I saw the glint of a knife. The bastard was going to stab her. Instinct took over. I lunged between them, taking the blow meant for her. Pain seared through my hand, but I barely felt it. Rage surged instead. How dare he even think of hurting her. Grabbing him by the collar, I swung, landing a fist square on his jaw, feeling the satisfying crunch of bone under my knuckles as a tooth flew across the hallway. I wanted to keep going until he was nothing but a bloody mess—but then I felt her small hand on mine, halting my fist mid-swing. "Stop, you'll kill him," she said, her voice firm yet calm. She didn't look the least bit shaken. Her bravery astonished me, and I released the man's collar, letting him slump to the floor, unconscious. Turning to her, my eyes scanned her for any sign of injury. My breath was heavy as worry etched my face. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" I asked, holding her arms gently, turning her to check for any bruises or cuts. "I'm fine… but you're the one bleeding," she replied, lifting my injured hand, now streaked with red. Only then did I notice the blood dripping from my palm—and that I'd stained her clothes when I grabbed her. "This? It's nothing," I said, pulling my hand back awkwardly. I'd had worse injuries before; this barely stung. She raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "I have a first aid kit inside. Let me patch you up. It's the least I can do after you saved me," she insisted, pulling me toward her apartment. But she paused, glancing back at the unconscious man lying in the hallway. "I need to call the police." "Who is he anyway, and why was he trying to hurt you?" I asked, frowning as anger simmered beneath my skin. "My ex-secretary and… my stalker," she said, her tone tight. I clenched my jaw, trying to keep my anger in check. "I won't ask what happened between you, but you should get a restraining order. If I didn't stop him just now…" My fists balled at the thought of what could have happened. I'd never cared much about others' well-being, but the thought of her in danger was like a thousand needles piercing through me. "I already did," she sighed. "But he found his way around it somehow. The bastard is obsessed and keeps claiming he's 'in love' with me. And that If he can't have me, then no one can." Her face twisted with frustration and disgust, and yet, she still held onto my hand, her touch soft and grounding. "Alright, give me a few minutes to call the police," I said, pulling out my phone. She let go of my hand then, and an unexpected emptiness settled over me at the loss of her touch...i almost pulled her into my arms but was able to stop myself as i reminded myself that what i was feeling was one_sided After the call, I joined her in the living room, where she sat with the first aid kit on her lap, waiting. I took a seat beside her, leaving a bit of space between us, trying to keep my thoughts in check. Her lips, those full, tempting lips—I didn't trust myself not to close the distance between us and kiss her She began unpacking the supplies she'd need to treat my wound, laying each piece carefully on the coffee table. "Hand them over; I can manage," I said, reaching to take the items from her. But she wouldn't hear of it, insisting so firmly that I finally relented. She had a determined glint in her eye, and something about her persistence made a strange warmth spread through me. As she shifted closer, closing the small distance between us, her soft scent filled the air. I felt my heartbeat quicken, pounding harder with each passing second. She was so close now, focused intently on my hand as she cleaned and treated the cut with gentle care. When she finished, she wrapped the bandage around my hand—though her work was a little on the clumsy side. I couldn't help it; a low chuckle escaped my lips. She raised an eyebrow, grinning knowingly. "What's funny?" "It's just a small knife cut," I said, unable to hold back my laughter. "You've got it wrapped up like I broke a few fingers." She looked down at her handiwork, letting out a laugh of her own. "It's not that bad," she protested, glancing at the bandage as if she might change it. But her laughter was contagious, and I couldn't look away. Her smile was so beautiful, i was captivated. My gaze lingered, and she must have noticed, because her cheeks flushed a delicate pink. Was she… blushing? My pulse raced at the thought. I couldn't help but wonder if she felt the same pull, the same undeniable tension I did, as we sat close together, her warmth radiating against my sides i couldn't remain here any longer, i could feel my cock hardening beneath my pants and i couldn't risk her seeing me like that... I cleared my throat, trying to break the tension building between us. She seemed to realize then that we'd been staring at each other, her eyes widening slightly as she glanced away. "Thank you, for… um, for treating my wound," I stammered, feeling an unusual heat rise in my face. Did I just stammer? That had never happened to me before. "It was nothing, really," she said with a soft smile. "And thank you, for saving me back there." She nodded over her shoulder, gesturing toward the hallway where it had all gone down. "Don't mention it." I paused, trying to focus. "Tomorrow, right? I mean… so we can finalize the contract terms?" My voice came out more hesitant than I intended. "Yeah," she replied, her eyes lingering on mine a moment longer. "Alright then. See you tomorrow." I forced myself to stand and head toward the door, but each step felt like an effort. Every fiber of me wanted to turn back, to stay just a little longer, maybe even pull her into a hug. But I clenched my fists, knowing that would only make things awkward—especially given the throbbing pressure building in my pants. She gave me one last wave, a small smile on her face, before closing the door behind me. As I stood in the hallway, the emptiness hit me immediately. Damn, I miss her already.Chapter 25Alice's pov"Yeah, I've heard different stories about him and the evil he has committed...and i even heard he was finally convicted for his crime in year 1996 before i was even born" i replied as the name and all I'd heard about him jogged my memories, i already had goosebumps on my whole body."Well, he got out of prison in year 2004 after spending 7 years in prison in prison, as soon as he got out, he adopted me, I don't know how he knew about me or why he was so adamant on adopting me in particular, but yeah, that's how i ended up being his son...he trained me for years as his weapon...i had no free will, i had to obey every orders he gave me without questions, and over the years, i lost my humanity, i killed people without feeling an ounce of sympathy, although all the people i killed were as trashy as he was, to secure his hold in the underworld, he had me get rid of little fry mafia bosses who tried to go against him or were a threat to him..." 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Chapter 24Alice's POV"No, Alex," I said, exasperated but trying not to laugh. "The video says stir-fry with oil, not water."Alex shrugged, looking completely unfazed. "Couldn't find any oil, so I thought water would do the trick."I groaned and almost facepalmed as I surveyed the bubbling mess in front of us. It had been a good thirty minutes since we'd started cooking, but somehow, we'd only managed to create a disaster. I'd looked up a simple recipe for jollof pasta online, and we were at the part where you're supposed to fry the tomatoes with spices to bring out the flavor. But Alex, as charming as he was, had thrown in water instead, effectively sabotaging the whole thing."You might actually be worse at this than I am," I teased, half-laughing."Oh? And here I thought I was good at everything," he shot back with a grin.I planted my hands on my hips, staring at the pan and wondering how I was going to fix this. "Maybe if we just… add oil now?" I said, mostly to myself.Alex pe
Chapter 23Alex's POVSaturday. No work, no meetings—just a rare day to relax and finally have her all to myself. I woke up, stretching my arm across the empty bed beside me. A pang of disappointment hit me when I realized she wasn't there. Where could she have gone so early?After a quick wash, I headed out, hoping to find her somewhere in the house. I'd given all the staff the day off, so we were completely alone—i wanted to have her all to myself for the whole day.Just as I stepped out of our bedroom, I saw her bounding up the stairs, her eyes bright and energized. She wore a fitted T-shirt and tights, looking effortlessly beautiful and, judging by her attire, ready for a workout.I walked toward her, reaching out to pull her into my arms. She laughed, letting herself melt into my embrace, her warmth easing the remnants of sleep from my body."How was your night?" I asked, enjoying the feeling of her so close."Never been better," she replied with a grin that made my heart skip.I
Chapter 23{Warning: This chapter contains mature content not meant for Young readers}Alice's pov my pussy clenched with anticipation from his words...why was I so turned on from just a simple kiss, yeah..he was a good kisser, but that wasn't all.I felt an incomprehensible strong attraction to this man, his touches made me weak to the knees, like they were igniting an unquenchable and unbearable thirst for something more.I could feel my pants were already soaked from my arousal, common girl, you just had sex for the first time today and you're already acting like it's something you've done your whole life."Can't wait love" I replied in a whisper, my breath hitched...I actually just called him 'love', i really was desperate."Fuck, that sounded so sexy coming from you" he said before kissing me again, this time, rough and filled with lust.His kisses were deep, I kissed him back with equal intensity...all I wanted right now was to feel his cock inside my pussy.My clit was swolle
Chapter 22Alex's POV"Alice, we need to talk," I said, keeping my voice steady, though inside, my heart was pounding hard. Nerves tightened every muscle, every thought in my head felt scrambled. I didn't understand why I felt this way, why she alone had the power to unravel me so completely. Me, Alex, who had lived through fire and blood, felt stripped bare in front of this one woman.Since the moment I met her, she had a hold on me, one I wasn't sure I even wanted to break free from."Alex, let me… I… I want to say something to you too," she replied, her voice soft, almost hesitant."Okay, you go first," I said, my heart thundering in my chest as a thousand scenarios flooded my mind. Was she about to end this, draw a line between us? Had she already begun to regret this tangled, uncertain path we'd chosen?"I'm sorry for what I said earlier," she began, her voice barely a whisper. I froze, the words hanging heavy between us. She was apologizing, but why? My heart pounded so loudly I
Chapter 21Alice's POVAfter taking a shower in his bathroom, I slipped into his bathrobe, letting the warmth linger on my skin as I inhaled his scent, It felt like i was still in his arm, I then hurried out of his room back to my room. I didn't say a word to him. I knew my earlier words must have upset him, and honestly, they felt out of line. Why couldn't I just admit I liked him? Was it because I still had doubts about Greta, or was it because the sex we just had was so mind blowing that I suddenly thought of all the women he had slept with and how he made them scream his name in bed Sophia's words kept playing in my head, yeah I admit, I am a jealous freak...I can't stand the thoughts of other women laying their filthy hands on my man or having his dick stuck in their filthy pussies.I was also mad at myself for being an overthinker and I was sure I would have to eventually give him a clear explanation...my words earlier made me sound like a whore, but I don't mind becoming a who