Love, Lies and Billionaires

Alexander raised a brow at the lady who just walked into the room and then turned back to his drink.

“Xander, baby,” she sang, beaming. She walked up to him and settled on the sofa beside him. Alexander was unmoved. “Why so quiet? Tell me you’re not excited to see me and I’ll know you’re lying.”

“What are you doing here, Kim?” Alexander asked, keeping his eyes on his phone. Uninterested with whatever was going on around him

“I’m not allowed to see my man any longer?” She leaned towards him and began caressing his body from the open part of his shirt. He didn’t stop her. She went ahead to unbutton the rest of his shirt.

She got on top of him and began kissing his now completely exposed chest. Slowly, she traced her way to his belt buckle and began unfastening it. Then she rose her head, going in for a kiss on his lips.

In a flash, she was on the ground. He had pushed her off of him. “What is wrong with you?” She screamed, getting up from the ground.

Everyone fell silent, including Mike, who had been sipping his drink, watching everything play out. And even Eddie and Trisha, whose moans were beginning to fill the room. They both sat up and turned in their direction, arranging their clothes.

“You’ve been acting all disgusting ever since you got married to that- that low life,” she stressed, her eyes burning with fury. Alexander was quiet, sipping on his drink. His shirt, still unbuttoned.

“You are nothing but a lying, cheating asshole, Alexander. And that your whore of a wife-”

In a blink of an eye, Alexander was up and in front of her face. “How dare you?” His voice was low but eerie. She took a step back with every step he took.

Every other person in the room was on edge as Alexander’s move was unexpected.

“She’s as stupid as every other woman who has had the heart to give another man a chance to fuck her after a shameful break up. Especially someone like you, Alexander.” She stressed further, with an aura which was meant to test Alexander’s patience.

Without thinking, he grabbed her throat and pinned her to the nearest wall, making sure to hit her head as he did. She struggled to get free, but she was no match for his strength.

“Hey hey, everyone calm down,” Eddie said, strolling a little closer to where they stood.

“You will not speak of or about her in that manner again.” He squeezed tighter. “You are a slut who doesn’t deserve to be loved, Kim. And it’s going to remain that way” his grip got tighter, and she was beginning to turn pale.

“Calm down now, Alexander. You do not want the blood of a whore on your hands,” Mike said. He was also on his feet, but his expression was uninterested, as he really didn’t care what happened to her.

He just didn’t want any blood on his premises.

Alexander gritted his teeth as he stared at her. Veins grew on the side of his neck and made their way to his forehead.

“Let go Alexander,” Eddie said. He was now beside him and carefully placed his hand on his friend’s. “She’s not worth all this, please.”

Alexander turned to his friend and then back to Kim, who kept hitting at his hand, trying to breathe. He then let go, making her drop to the ground, holding her neck and coughing.

“We all know you want something from her, Alexander.” Kim struggled to say while gasping for breath. “You never love anyone, not even yourself. We all know your plan Alexander, you’re selfish,” she spat. Seriousness and anger spread across her face.

Alexander turned to her with what she said, suddenly sinking into his head. He turned to Eddie, who looked away, and Mike, who just shrugged his shoulders.

“I mean, you are Alexander,” Mike finally said. They’d been talking behind him and they’d come to a conclusion about the reason he had gotten married to Maren.

He turned towards the elevator, which they had come through while buttoning his shirt. “Fuck all of you”

*****

“What did I tell you about leaving my house?”

“Staying at your house wasn’t stated in the contract. Me and Nathan’s moving to your house was totally by choice. You shouldn’t make a fuss about it,” Maren replied, avoiding his intense gaze.

He turned to face her and took her face with one hand, and turned it to him slowly. They were on the balcony outside her room upstairs and the wind blew steadily, blowing her hair behind and exposing her neck.

Alexander just stood there quiet, his hands on her chin and staring straight into her eyes. His grey eyes burned into her skin, but she couldn’t look away as his grip was firm on her face.

“Okay fine, we’ll go back” she finally said, not out of fear but uncertainty of what was running through his mind. She pulled away from his grip and turned to go into the room.

“Do you know how many people would try to hurt you if you stayed here?” He finally said, stopping her in her tracks.

“Thanks to you,” she replied, almost in a murmur.

“What did you think of me, Maren?” His voice was unusually calm.

Maren was confused at his question, but mostly at his urge to have such a conversation with her. “I don’t know. I mean, you’re my boss,” she managed to say after a brief hesitation.

He moved closer to her and held her face in his hands. “I am trying to protect you and Nathan Maren. The earlier you see that, the safer for both of you.”

She scoffed and pulled away again, almost convinced that this man was on some kind of medication. “Protect us from what? No one is after us, Alexander. And I am not making your enemy our enemy.”

Maren turned around and began to leave again.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“William is not happy. And I know he was here.”