Alex's Room
1235 Words
Becca didn't even think twice before obeying Alex's command.
There was something in his tone—firm, controlled, unquestionable—that made it clear he wasn't someone to be disobeyed. It wasn't loud or aggressive, but it carried authority. The kind that made you act before you even processed why.
She slipped into the car quickly and shut the door, her heart still racing.
Through the windshield, she watched everything unfold.
The car wasn't on yet, so the silence inside only made the chaos outside feel more distant… almost unreal. Lips were moving, hands gesturing sharply, emotions clearly running high—but she couldn't hear a single word.
Then suddenly—
The driver's door opened.
Alex got in.
No hesitation.
No explanation.
Within seconds, the engine roared to life and the car sped out of the premises.
Becca instinctively turned back.
The pretty lady—the one she had already assumed to be his former fiancée—was running after the car, tears streaming down her face as she called out, her voice lost in the distance.
Becca's chest tightened.
What just happened?
She caught glimpses in the rear view—the older woman, who had to be Alex's mother, locked in a heated argument with Mr. Wilson. The younger lady stomped her foot in frustration, shouting words Becca couldn't hear. The couple who came with her looked just as upset.
It was chaos.
And Alex had simply… left.
Why didn't he say anything to his mother?
Why didn't he introduce her?
Why did he avoid the situation entirely?
Questions flooded Becca's mind, one after another, but she swallowed them all.
She didn't have the courage to ask.
Not yet.
Slowly, she glanced at Alex from the corner of her eye.
He looked completely calm.
Focused.
As if nothing had just happened.
As if he hadn't just driven away from a storm.
Should she ask?
She hesitated.
Then cleared her throat softly.
"I… I would have loved to meet your mum."
Silence followed.
Thick. Stretching.
Becca held her breath.
"You would eventually meet her," Alex said finally, his tone steady. "Now wasn't the best time."
His eyes flickered briefly to her through the rearview mirror.
Becca noticed.
Her fingers tightened slightly on her dress.
"The lady she came with…" she began carefully, her voice lower now. "Was she your… g-girlfriend?"
"No."
One word.
Flat.
Final.
And just like that, the conversation died.
Becca got the message.
Don't ask further.
She nodded faintly, even though he wasn't looking, and turned her gaze to the window, letting silence take over for the rest of the ride.
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When they arrived at his estate, Becca couldn't hide her awe.
The gate alone spoke of wealth.
As the car rolled in, her eyes widened at the neat surroundings. The pathway was lined with well-trimmed ornamental flowers, arranged so perfectly it looked almost artificial.
Everything was… pristine.
Carefully maintained.
Controlled.
Just like him.
Then the car moved deeper into the compound.
And Becca's jaw dropped.
A duplex.
Not just any duplex.
A massive, modern structure painted in shades of grey and white, standing proudly like it belonged in a magazine. She could spot a pool glistening at the back, a garage filled with expensive cars, and right in the center—a large, elegant water fountain.
This wasn't a house.
It was a statement.
The car came to a smooth stop.
Becca didn't move.
She was still staring.
"Aren't you going to come down?" Alex's voice broke through her thoughts.
"Huh… oh—yeah," she stammered, quickly opening the door.
She stepped out slowly, still taking everything in.
"Welcome back, Alex."
A warm feminine voice greeted them.
Becca turned to see a middle-aged woman approaching them with a bright smile. She wore a simple black flared gown with an apron tied neatly around her waist.
Immediately, Becca assumed she was part of the household staff.
"Thank you, Aunt," Alex replied, smiling.
Becca blinked.
That was the first time she had seen him smile.
And for a moment—just a moment—it completely changed him.
Softer.
Warmer.
Human.
Her lips almost curved in response before she caught herself.
"Oh my God, Alex, she's so beautiful! Come here, dear," the woman said, opening her arms.
"Good day, ma," Becca greeted respectfully, bending slightly before stepping into the embrace.
"Good day, my dear. You're so beautiful. Welcome home," the woman said warmly.
Becca smiled shyly.
"And please, don't call me 'ma.' You can call me Aunty… or Margaret."
"Oh… okay, Aunty," Becca replied.
"Aunt, please take her to the room," Alex said, already turning away as he brought his phone back to his ear. "I'll have someone bring her luggage up."
Then he walked off again.
Work.
Calls.
Distance.
"Let's go, dear," Mrs. Margaret said gently, helping Becca lift her gown as they walked inside. "Alex will be up shortly."
The interior of the house was just as impressive—clean lines, minimal decor, everything arranged with intention.
"I'm so glad Alex finally decided to settle down with someone else apart from that Reese girl," Mrs. Margaret said casually.
Becca blinked.
Reese?
She didn't ask—but her expression clearly did.
Mrs. Margaret chuckled softly.
"I know… I'm sure he hasn't told you anything about himself."
Becca smiled awkwardly.
"I'm very sure you don't know he has a younger sister?" Mrs. Margaret continued.
Becca shook her head.
"Or that he has an older cousin, Tessa, who's pregnant… a younger cousin who is Tessa's sister… or his close friends—Brian, Vincent, Carrick…"
Becca's eyes widened slightly with each name.
"Did he tell you any of that?"
She shook her head again.
Mrs. Margaret smiled knowingly.
"Don't worry, dear. I'll tell you everything."
That comforted Becca more than she expected.
"How long have you known him, Aunty?" she asked.
"Since he was a child," Mrs. Margaret replied warmly. "I used to work for the Wilson family, taking care of him and his little sister. When they grew older, his mother wanted me to leave and start my own life… but Alex refused."
Becca looked surprised.
"He insisted I stay. Said he didn't want me to go. Even offered to take care of my family too," she added with a fond smile.
Becca felt something shift in her chest.
So… he wasn't as cold as he seemed.
They stopped in front of a large door.
Mrs. Margaret pushed it open.
"This is Alex's room, my dear. You'll be staying here… with him."
Becca stepped inside slowly.
And immediately, she saw it.
Black.
White.
Order.
Control.
Everything about the room mirrored Alex perfectly.
A large king-sized bed dressed in black sheets. White walls. A sleek black glass center table with a vase. A dark wardrobe. Marble floors that reflected light softly.
And a faint, clean scent that lingered in the air.
It smelled like him.
"I'll leave you to freshen up," Mrs. Margaret said gently. "If you need anything, don't hesitate."
"Thank you, Aunty," Becca replied.
The door closed behind her.
Silence.
Becca stood there for a moment, alone in a room that didn't feel like hers.
A house that wasn't hers.
A life that wasn't hers.
She looked down at the ring on her finger.
Then around the room again.
And for the first time since everything began—
It truly hit her.
She was married.
And this…
This was now her home.
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