Chapter 12
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**First Kiss**
**Alex’s POV**
One week had passed since we returned from Maldives, and every day of it had been a storm. I had been buried in work, chasing every thread to uncover the person behind the d**g operations. Our private investigators finally traced the entire chain, and the name that surfaced was Stephen Johnson—my rival.
Stephen had always tried to pull me down, hoping to take my position. Everyone thought I only operated companies in this country, but only my parents and a handful of trusted people knew the truth. King’s Company was my grandfather’s legacy. I inherited it from my father, but everything I built outside—across the UK, Africa, India, everywhere—was mine alone. No one knew I was the boss behind those branches. It gave me the upper hand.
Stephen made one mistake: he took help from outsiders without knowing that the man he partnered with, Albert Lin, managed one of *my* companies in the UK. The fool walked straight into my palm.
When I learned about the reason behind the d**g operation, fury filled me. If he wanted to challenge me, he should have come face to face. But instead, he dragged innocent people into this. If his plan had succeeded, it would’ve destroyed lives.
I might tolerate attacks on me—but harming innocents?
Never.
I will make sure Stephen rots behind bars.
My PA reminded me of today’s schedule. For the first time in a week, I finally had something to look forward to—meeting Ana.
After returning from the Maldives, she had discussed the outline of the designs with me and left. She said she would work from her company and only come to present the final designs.
I didn’t understand her.
That night at the Maldives she spoke freely.
Since then, she treated me like a stranger.
After the trip, she became distant again. Polite. Professional. Cold.
A sharp contrast to the woman who laughed under the Maldives sun.
I thought her staying away would help me forget.
But the opposite happened.
Every night when I closed my eyes, I saw her—
the way water clung to her skin,
the way her eyes sparkled in moonlight,
the way her lips parted when she was breathless…
To get rid of her from my head, I drowned myself in work. I wasn’t busy—I *made* myself busy.
Four to five hours of sleep.
Every time I closed my eyes, she appeared.
And the worst part?
I didn’t see her once in these seven days.
At first, I thought it was good.
If she stayed away, maybe I could think straight.
I was wrong.
Painfully wrong.
The more she stayed away, the more frustrated I became. I wanted to see her… touch her… pull her into my arms… into my bed.
I was completely, unbearably sexually frustrated.
Then today—finally—her voice reached my ears.
I saw her talking with one of the male employees. She was laughing—open, free, glowing.
With me, she had that strict professional mask.
But with him?
She looked… happy.
Something snapped inside me.
I got up, moved behind the door, and when she knocked, I said, “Come in.”
She entered. Her fragrance filled the whole cabin—the same fragrance that haunted my nights. She looked around for me, confused.
Before she could turn, I caught her wrist, pulled her, and pinned her between the wall and me. Her eyes widened, her breath hitched. I held both her hands beside her head, caging her in.
Her eyes… those black eyes…
My worst addiction.
She swallowed hard. “Mr. King… what are you doing?”
I didn’t answer. My eyes drifted to her lips—soft, trembling, torturing me for days.
I spoke, voice low and hard.
“Why were you talking to him?”
She blinked, confused at first, then realized what I meant.
“It’s none of your business whom I speak to, Mr. King. I can talk to anyone I—”
I didn’t let her finish.
I slammed my lips on hers.
Her body jerked in shock, but I didn’t let her move.
For the first two seconds she froze—so innocent, so untouched—that it made my own breath stop.
Then she began to struggle, her hands trying to push me away.
But I caught her wrists and pinned them above her head, deepening the kiss, pouring an entire week of frustration, desire, anger, into her mouth.
And God…
the moment she parted her lips, even slightly—
something inside me exploded.
I wrapped one hand around her waist, pulling her flush against me. Her hands fell on my chest for balance, but the moment she touched me, she gasped softly—like she felt it too.
Her heart pounded so loudly I could feel it against my body.
I wanted more.
More of her warmth, her taste, her softness—
But suddenly, she pushed me with unexpected strength.
Her breath is shaky, eyes wide, cheeks burning.
Before I could speak, she ran out.
And the moment she left, I knew…
I wanted her again.
I wanted her more
**Ana’s POV**
He kissed me.
Alex King—who was furious just minutes ago—kissed me.
My brain froze. My body froze. Everything stopped.
He tried to part my lips, but I didn’t give in. Not at first. But then his right hand slid to my waist, pulling me closer until my palms landed on his chest for balance. My breath broke. My heartbeat roared, so loud he could probably hear it. His other hand tilted my neck, deepening the kiss.
There was no space between us except my trembling hands.
My mind screamed to move, to push him away, to slap him—but my body…
My body melted into his warmth.
His touch made me shiver.
His lips made something strange ripple inside me.
After a few seconds, reality struck me like lightning.
I pushed him away with all my strength.
Without looking back, I ran out.
I rushed into the washroom. Thank God no one was there.
I stared at my reflection—my face was completely red, my lips swollen. My fingers traced my mouth, and I felt the ghost of his kiss again.
“What happened to you, Ana?”
My mind scolded me.
“If any man touches you without consent, you break them. But with him… you froze?”
It was true.
No man had ever come that close to me.
I hated unnecessary touch. It disgusted me.
But him?
He didn’t just touch—he stole my first kiss.
And I…
I didn’t stop him.
Not immediately.
My heart was still racing, my breath uneven, and the warmth of his hands burned on my waist.
“This is wrong,” my mind warned.
“He is a playboy. He changes women like tissues. He’ll use you and throw you once he’s done. Stay away. Stay in your limits.”
I splashed my face with water, trying to wash away the heat, the confusion, the… yearning.
I didn’t return to the office.
I couldn’t.
I drove straight home.
The apartment was empty; Jen was still at work. I made lunch just to distract myself. I wanted to sleep, but every time I closed my eyes, his kiss replayed.
Jen returned in the evening.
“Why are you home so early? You usually return at nine.”
“Meeting ended quickly,” I lied.
She accepted it and asked, “What do you want to eat?”
“Coffee… something strong.”
We sat together, sipping coffee and chatting casually. She asked about the Maldives project and Alex, but I changed the topic quickly.
Later, when I lay on my bed, sleep refused to come.
His hands.
His breath.
His kiss.
Everything replayed endlessly.
“God, please give me strength. Please control me when I’m near him…”
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**Third Person POV**
After Ana ran out, Alex leaned against the wall, letting out a breath he had held for too long. He touched his lips, smirking.
That kiss…
It wasn’t like any he ever had.
Women always fell into his arms willingly.
But Ana?
She wasn’t a trophy.
She wasn’t a fling.
She was… something else.
Something dangerous.
He spent the whole day replaying the kiss, feeling her struggle, her warmth, the moment she finally opened her lips for him.
He wanted more.
Much more.
That night, he slept peacefully for the first time in days—with her face in his mind, her taste on his lips.
But he didn’t recognize the feeling blooming inside him.
The same feeling that defeated even the coldest of men.
Jealousy.
Possessiveness.
Desire.
Alexander King was falling.
And he had no idea.
But soon…
He will.
Very soon.
Alex, you’re in trouble. 💖😉
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