Winning My Ex-Crush

Laird’s POV

I entered the holding area inside the Queen’s Precinct accompanied by an old policeman. At my request to speak privately with Alan, the officer granted it by allowing Alan to sit in a small interrogation room without a glass.

I entered the room and saw Alan sitting in a chair. A pack of cigarettes and a bottle of mineral water were on the table, both empty. As I entered, Alan gave me a crooked smile.

“Welcome, Mr. Evans,” he said cheerfully.

“What have you done?” I asked through gritted teeth.

The man just chuckled lightly, a stark contrast to my disgusted expression. Ever since the last time I saw him on stage with Fenella, I felt an explosive urge to wipe that smile off his face.

Alan intentionally provoked me, and every time he took control of Fenella with his whip, he would challenge me with his gaze. Not to mention, when he licked Fenella’s ear, it made me immediately annoyed at both of them. If only I knew it would be like that, I certainly wouldn’t have helped with Fenella’s charade at the club.

And now, I felt even more annoyed having to clean up the mess created by him. In my opinion, Alan was the troublemaker, not Fenella. The girl was easily swayed, but Alan was at fault for continuously inciting and persuading Fenella. Just like a devil tempting humans to sin.

After causing chaos, he wanted to act like a hero in front of Fenella by taking all the blame. Ha! Don’t be ridiculous.

I sat in front of Alan with a fierce look in my eyes. Alan still appeared relaxed, with a slight smile on his lips.

“Aren’t you offered a drink? Shall I call the officers outside to get you one?” Alan asked.

“Don’t act up. This is a police station, not your apartment,” I snapped irritably.

“I live in a house, not an apartment. West Village has three bedrooms and a large balcony for barbecue parties at night. I rented it for two years and paid it off in advance for $690, 000. Isn’t that a good number?” Alan rambled on, still with a smug smile.

“I don’t care. You better answer my questions, as my time is limited,” I said lazily.

“I’m just offering a spare room if you want to join me,” Alan said.

“You should’ve spared some sanity in your brain,” I said, shaking my head firmly.

“Ah, what a shame. You’ll miss out.” Alan shrugged.

“Now, tell me that you’re not trying to play the martyr to be praised by Fenella.” I ignored Alan’s comment and spoke bluntly.

Alan’s mouth gaped, and he took a breath in disbelief at my words. His eyes blinked, and he stared at me intently.

“This is not about being a martyr to be praised by Fenella. It’s about protecting Gene’s main model career. Don’t you know she has been working hard for her performance at the Oscar Club?” He widens his eyes.

“After receiving many praises and new project offers, I can’t let any scandals about her spread. I’d rather take the blame than let Fenella have a criminal record,” Alan said, a hint of emotion showing.

“If you really care about her, why did you encourage her to drive when you knew she didn’t have a driver’s license?” I still didn’t sympathize with him.

“Yes, I admit I was wrong. But I did it to console her. Initially, this was not what I planned. But, because Jessy was drunk and Fenella kept crying, I had to take extreme measures to comfort her.” He swung his arms weakly.

“If we trace who’s at fault, you should look in the mirror, Laird.” Alan started to get more agitated, his tone rising.

“What do you mean?” I spoke again in a heavy tone as my jaw clenched.

Alan leaned in, his face contorting fiercely. His eyes glared at me. His index finger pressed against the table, and his emotions seemed increasingly uncontrollable.

“You’re the one who should take responsibility because you made Fenella sad and miserable. You left her alone at the club. As her boss, I had to step in to clean up the mess you caused.”

“Oh, great. Now you’re blaming me?” I started to get emotional as well.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Yes. You’re in the wrong!” Alan snapped at me.

I whispered loudly with a heavier tone and leaned towards him.

“In that case, you should be blamed for provoking my anger. How dare you touch Fenella like that with such inappropriate dancing? You disgust me.” I hissed at him.

Of course, I refused to be made a scapegoat. I still firmly believed that Alan was the troublemaker in all of this. My strained relationship with Fenella was because of Alan’s behavior, as if he wanted to tempt Fenella. Especially when he did those things to her! Suddenly, I despised that man with every drop of blood in my body.

“I told you. Girls like Fenella are willing to do anything to achieve their goals. Ask her yourself how many men she has slept with to get projects,” Alan hissed.

My eyes darkened instantly. Without much talk, I immediately stood up and grabbed Alan’s collar. I swung my fist at his cheek, causing him to fall from his chair to the floor. Upon hearing the commotion, two police officers rushed into the room.

“Hey, whoa! What’s going on here?” The older officer exclaimed.

My breath raced as one officer restrained me. But I just remained silent and stared at Alan with all the hatred I had bottled up for him. The older officer stood between us, stretching out his arms.

“Mr. Evans, if you don’t control yourself, I will have to arrest you for causing a disturbance in the precinct and hurting a suspect. You’re his lawyer, for God’s sake!” The officer scolded me.

“I’m done being his lawyer.” I growled in annoyance and slowly freed myself from the other officer holding me.

“You can’t do that because we have already filed the documents and are waiting for a Monday morning schedule. If you withdraw now, we will still have to hold Miss Baxter as a witness and wait until a replacement lawyer comes.”

My breath still racing, I finally ran my hands through my hair in frustration. I groaned irritably and swore repeatedly under my breath as I walked to the end of the room.

“Damn you, demon! Alan Schmidt, I hate you.” I cursed through my gritted teeth.