Alexander's POV
Hearing her cry in her office hurt me but it was for the best. Her face when I told her she was just like every other woman that would open their legs because they got gifts from a man killed me inside, but I had to stand my ground.
When I woke up beside her on Sunday morning, I was expecting to feel neutral, just the way I'd feel with any other woman but the feelings that hit me were overwhelming.
I had the urge to trace out her beautiful cheekbones and run my hands through her hair as she slept. The fact that I woke up to her brought me peace and tremendous joy but that wasn't what I wanted.
I wanted to be freed from the feelings she elicited in me, not be wrapped in it. I was angry at myself for letting what I felt for her come this far. I should have fired her the
