MadisonWith a nod to me, Leo headed for the door, leaving Alexander and me alone in the warehouse. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The silence stretched between us, filled only by the distant sound of rain on the metal roof. Alexander pocketed his phone and turned to me, his expression softening slightly. "You know, that water stunt was quite satisfying to watch." I shrugged, feeling a small smile tug at my lips. "It just... happened. I saw the bottles sitting there and thought about how she dumped water on me that day at the office." "Poetic justice," he said, the corner of his mouth lifting. "She deserved worse, but the water was a nice touch." "I'm not usually that impulsive," I admitted, wrapping my arms around myself. The warehouse suddenly felt colder, the concrete walls amplifying the chill. Alexander shrugged off his jacket and placed it around my shoulders before I could protest. The fabric was still warm from his body, carrying his distinctive scent. "Let's get ou
MadisonAlexander's eyes met mine, gleaming dangerously as I stood my ground against Vanessa. I hadn't planned on dumping water over her head, but the shocked expression on her face made it worth every drop. "You little bitch," Vanessa hissed, struggling against her restraints with renewed vigor. "You'll regret this. Do you have any idea who my father is?" "You've mentioned him about fifty times now," I replied, placing the empty bottles on the table with a satisfying clink. "And yet, here you are, tied to a chair in a warehouse while your daddy has no idea where you are." Leo stifled a laugh, and even Alexander's lips twitched upward. "Alexander!" Vanessa shrieked, her mascara running down her cheeks in inky rivers. "Are you going to let this nobody talk to me like this?" Alexander stepped forward, casually adjusting his cufflinks. "Ms. Harper makes her own decisions. And frankly, I think she showed remarkable restraint." "Restraint?" Vanessa sputtered, water dripping from her
Madison"That's assault, Ms. Caldwell," Anthony said quietly. "Sexual assault." "It wasn't like that!" she protested. "I just wanted to remind you of what we had!" "We had nothing," Alexander repeated coldly. "And now you've committed a felony based on a delusion." "You can't prove anything," she said, suddenly defiant. "It's your word against mine." Alexander's smile was chilling. "Actually, we have quite a bit of proof. Selena Johnson gave us a full confession. We have the bartender's statement, the money trail from your account to hers, and now..." He gestured around the room. "We have this conversation on video." For the first time, real fear flickered across Vanessa's face. "You're bluffing," she whispered. Leo pulled out his phone and played a video of Selena Johnson's confession from London. The color drained from Vanessa's face as she watched. "That bitch," she hissed. "She promised she'd never tell anyone." "She was quite forthcoming once we explained the potential pr
Madison"This is ridiculous," Vanessa scoffed, tossing her head. "You've completely lost it." Alexander remained calm, his composure a stark contrast to Vanessa's agitation. "Have I? Selena Johnson gave us quite a detailed account of your little plan." "I don't know what the hell you're talking about. What bullshit is this?" I watched the exchange with growing tension, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. The concrete walls of the warehouse seemed to close in around us, amplifying every word. "Really?" Alexander circled her chair slowly like a predator sizing up its prey. "That's interesting because Selena remembers your instructions quite clearly. The Plaza Hotel, ten thousand dollars, a little vial to slip into my drink." "This is insane." Vanessa jerked against her restraints. "You're holding me against my will based on the word of someone I barely know?" Leo stepped forward, his phone in hand. "We have a recording of her confession. Would you like to hear it?" "I don't ca
MadisonThe rain pounded relentlessly against the windows of Alexander's car as we navigated the dark, labyrinthine streets of New York. Each droplet seemed to hammer against the glass with a sense of urgency, mirroring the rapid, anxious beating of my heart. The city lights outside transformed into a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of colors, diffused and distorted by the rain-streaked windows. This created an almost dreamlike atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the tension coiling inside the car. "You're quiet," Alexander observed, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Just wondering what we're going to find," I replied, watching his profile in the dim light. The sharp angles of his face looked even more severe in the shadows. "You haven't exactly been forthcoming about where we're going." "Vanessa Caldwell," he said simply. My head snapped toward him. "And we're just... what? Going to have a friendly chat with the woman who tried to drug you?" Alexander's mouth curved into a cold s
MadisonMom tilted her head. "What was that?""Nothing," I said quickly. "I'm going to change and make dinner. Any requests?""Something that doesn't involve quinoa or kale," she replied, shuffling back to the couch. "I've had enough health food in the hospital to last a lifetime."I smiled despite myself. "I'll see what I can do."In my room, I changed into comfortable leggings and an oversized NYU sweatshirt, letting my hair down from its tight bun. My scalp thanked me instantly. After washing off my makeup, I headed to the kitchen to assess our dinner options.The refrigerator offered limited inspiration: some chicken breasts, vegetables, and half a block of cheese. I pulled out the chicken and started chopping onions and bell peppers, my mind drifting to Alexander. The way he'd looked at me in his office earlier, with that intensity that made my knees weak. The gentleness in his voice when he asked about Mom."Need help?" Mom appeared in the doorway, interrupting my thoughts."Abs