Guilty のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

. Zayn* Alec rushed into the office, panting which indicated he was running and I hoped the news he was bringing were good. We had been searching for Alexis for almost an hour and the men still had not found any trace of her. Only the cab driver that was in the taxi she took to get to the hospital. He swore he hadn't seen her after and we released him unharmed as we checked the city roads cameras confirming his confession. And as the time passed my agony was growing and my sanity was fading away. Where was she? "Boss..." Alec catching his breath said. I looked at him, my glare craving for an answer he could not give me. "Nothing. She is not at her house nor her office" My heart pounded against my chest. The anger was building up in me fueling my reaction. My hands resting at the edge of the desk, I yanked everything off the table as I punched the table. "Keep searching, Alec" I lowered my head, eyeing the ground. My mind was only on Alexis and the fact that she was nowhere to be

*Alexis* Warmth. Comfort. And his arms around me. That's was what I woke up to. He held me close and tightly next to him as if I would vanish into thin air. But I did the same hoping that I would never have to face anything like that without him by my side. "Good morning, Princess." He whispered in my ear and planted a soft kiss behind my ear. I sank into his hug pulling him even closer if that was possible. He planted another kiss on my neck and lowered to my collarbone. "Good morning to you too, Mr. Valentine." I chuckled as he turned me around to look at him. I smiled tracing the tip of his lips with my fingers. I ran a hand through his hair and cupped his cheek with my other. He wrapped his hands around my waist and crushed his lips against mine. Our kiss was hungry like we were for each other. Watered with all the fear of not seeing each other again, our passion grew by the minute. His hands roaming through my body, tracing my curves and returning back to my waist. As he p

*Alexis*Walking down my house's main corridor, I checked the things that were done for the funeral off the list. The casqued, the flowers, the cemetery and the grave had been already prepared. It had been two days since the receival of the sad news and I had been on edge trying to joggle with my company and the funeral. Also, with all these needing to be done, me and Zayn hadn't had the time to meet and maybe it was a good thing because if I was being honest I do not think I would have anything to say to him at the moment. And the last thing I wanted was his pity. I felt more than secure knowing that he was one call away. Even though, this was a tough period about me, it didn't mean that he was all rainbows and roses with his businesses. He had work to get done and with us being constantly together that would be unhelpful. In the office on the east wing of the mansion, I was sitting answering some emails about some upcoming cases while talking to the phone with some relatives which

*Alexis* Arriving to my house didn't take long after the funeral. The sun was starting to set already. We left last from the cemetery, Zayn and I. He sat on a bench just outside the cemetery for almost two hours, waiting for me. Giving me the space and time to grieve. He didn't bother me once and when I found him and told him I was ready to go, he simple nodded and smiled saying 'After you, Princess.' Most would think that after those two hours, my mood would be heavily impacted more than earlier and that my pain would have gotten worse. But quite the opposite, I took the first step closer to adapting to this fundamental change in my life. I knew he wouldn't be alive in the flesh, my father, but no matter what he would always be there. He would always be in those nights I choose to stay home and cook his pasta, in the long early walks at the beach and in my love for boxing. I entered the house with a lighter burden than I left. My aura more calm and refreshed. I wasn't great or ev

*Zayn* I trusted Alexis with my life but the think was that I didn't trust that other guy Jonathan around her. I couldn't trust any guy around her. I mean...take a look at her. Who wouldn't want to have that woman in his bed even for once? It was the first time I was experiencing this jealousy, this green fever that made my heart pound like crazy and make my mind build up scenarios that only made me more anxious than I already was. I was driving to her office. The sun had almost set and the sky was dressed in colors of orange and pink. The cigarette rolling on my lips offered me some mere relaxation and took slightly my mind off things. Parking before her building, I searched for any sign of Jonathan's presence but fortunately I came across nothing. Getting out of the car, I walked towards the entrance. The two security guards questioning every passenger with their glares seemed to have been informed about my arrival as their expression softened at my presence. They opened the doors