CHAPTER TWO
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ALEXANDER STONE
~LEXA WYETH~
The morning had barely begun, yet the surprise I encountered lingered, refusing to drive off.
It was far too early for any surprises to surface, particularly coming from the man who had captured both my body and heart.
I lingered behind him, observing from a distance as he paced back and forth, engrossed in a conversation with someone on the other end of the line.
Our eyes briefly locked, sending a jolt of recognition through me. Hastily, I diverted my gaze downward, praying he hadn't detected my lingering stare.
"I'll speak with you later," he dismissed the person on the phone.
As he assessed me with his piercing gaze, he turned to the maid, inquiring about his son's whereabouts.
"He's playing in the backyard, sir," the maid promptly replied. I stood there feeling like a bewildered prey, awaiting its inevitable fate at the hands of its predators.
Eventually, Alexander redirected his focus towards me. Up close, his looks were indeed striking; not necessarily in a conventional manner, but possessing an allure that set him apart from the ordinary crowd.
Tall and exuding an air of sophistication, his smooth Caucasian skin provided a stark contrast to his deep, expressionless blue eyes.
Gazing into those eyes felt like peering into an abyss, where one could easily lose oneself if not careful.
"Miss Wyeth," his voice broke through my reverie, drawing me back to reality. I managed a fleeting smile, noticing the hint of a furrow forming on his brow.
"Follow me," he commanded.
As I trailed behind him, a burning desire welled up inside me, urging me to gather the courage to confront him about that fateful night.
Why did he abandon me, despite the countless promises that had been made? Why did I find myself left alone, longing for his return?
Yet, despite the yearning in my heart, I couldn't muster the courage to question him. This man had turned my world upside down in just one night. Was I foolish to have believed the words of a stranger?
"Miss Wyeth, please take a seat," he spoke again, his tone now composed.
Surveying the tranquility of his office, I couldn't help but acknowledge the hard work and dedication that must have gone into building his empire.
How fortunate he was. And there I stood, pondering the mysterious figure that was Alexander Stone.
The youngest business tycoon in the industry, Alexander Stone held vast riches in gold mining, hotels, and hospitals, ranking among the top ten wealthiest individuals.
Alexander Stone was a heartless man who shattered my innocence and broke my heart.
"Five part-time jobs," he exclaimed in disbelief. "And you've already been fired within 72 hours. You should be in the Guinness Book of Records."
I shot him a piercing glare. Was he mocking me, perhaps?
"Have you ever babysat before?" he inquired, curiosity evident in his posture as he sat with his legs crossed on the leather couch. His fingers grazed his lips as he observed me intently.
Unsettled by the piercing gaze, my stomach churned, as I clutched my bag tightly. What was he doing to me? It felt like my breath was escaping me.
"Could you please stop staring at me?" I finally managed to say.
"And why would I do that?" he countered.
"Because... because it's making me uncomfortable," I stammered. Raising my eyes to stare at him, I bit my lower lips before I spoke.
"Sir, do you remember me?" I mustered the courage to inquire.
Alexander remained motionless, showing no sign of acknowledgment. A wave of self-consciousness washed over me for even posing the question, causing me to nervously fidget with my fingers.
"Am I expected to remember you?" he eventually responded, lifting my chin with his hand. I locked eyes with his icy gaze, devoid of any emotion.
"But...how could you forget that night?" Alexander swiftly interrupted.
"Are you here to work or do you want my candid opinion to silence you?" he snapped, clearly irritated.
"I was intoxicated that night and my memory is fuzzy. Can we refocus on the matter at hand, why you're here."
I fell silent at his response, allowing Alexander to dominate the conversation by outlining the guidelines and sharing details about his son.
As he spoke, I found myself smiling. "Is something amusing, Miss Wyeth?" Alexander inquired.
I shook my head, silently appreciating the man standing before me. Despite the pang of hurt from his acknowledgment that he didn't recognize me or recall our shared past.
"I will instruct the maid to lead you to your room," he announced sternly. "And Miss Wyeth, remember this — I won't tolerate tardiness, and while you're in this house, your sole duty is to watch over my son."
"Understood, sir. I'll go home to fetch my belongings," I replied.
"No need for that. I've arranged for someone to fetch them for you," he informed me as I turned to face him.
"You entered my room?" I inquired, noticing the chaos I had created and left behind.
"How untidy can you be?" he questioned, his gaze penetrating.
"What do you mean?" I asked bashfully, attempting to conceal my feelings about his scrutiny.
He simply shook his head in disapproval before dismissing me.
As I followed the maid to my temporary quarters, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered in my heart.
Pacing back and forth, I emerged from my room, feeling disoriented. I requested the maid to guide me to Alexander's room, and the maid obliged.
"Thank you," she greeted the maid before redirecting her focus to the door. Feeling my palm sweaty, I knocked, waiting a minute with no response, I grabbed the doorknob stepping in.
Standing in the doorway, a blush crept up my cheeks as I surveyed the room.
I had knocked many times, desperately trying to get his attention, and now here I was, faced with a sight that made her heart race.
Alexander emerged from the bathroom, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, his muscles glistening with water droplets.
His eyes locked onto mine, a mischievous glint dancing in them as he took in my admiring gaze.
"It's just one day Miss Wyeth and you are already snooping in my room, One might think your intention isn't pure" Alexander teased.
Swallowing nervously, I mumbled an apology, my eyes darting away shyly.
"You should consider locking your door next time," I added, attempting to justify my actions.
but Alexander reached out and gently caught my arm, pulling me closer. His touch sent shivers down my spine and I couldn't tear my gaze from his bared sculptured six pact.
"I-I just came here to discuss my fee," she said, as Alexander maintained eye contact with me.
I felt a surge of heat pooling in my stomach, my breath catching in my throat as our eyes met once more.
he leaned in, his voice a husky whisper in my ear. "Don't go," he murmured, his lips brushing against my skin.
"What?"
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