He placed his lips on the stain

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Isabella looked at him strangely, as if she had heard something unusual and could not be justified. Not that Alexander was a ghost who could disappear whenever he wanted. She was busy evaluating Alexander and forgot to answer him, who was looking at her with displeasing eyes. 

"Fuck," Alexander anathematized at the slowpoke, who became mute and still can't get the sound back.

"You are late. Don't you know punctuality? Second, don't do anything beyond your ability. You have entered this college on your scholarship. You know what I mean. I hate disobedient people," said Alexander slowly, straightening his posture which was leaned against the wall earlier. His gait was swift and royal.

One harsh word after another ran into her ears, and Isabella's balance was shaken, her eyes full of hostility and her mouth forgetting to humble, "I am not a pet, which can be obedient by training. I was in the restroom. If it makes you impatient, why didn't you come there? Second, I got the scholarship because I deserved it. I have topped with the highest marks."

Isabella is a polite girl who has infinite patience to face any kind of problem, but right now she became a fireball. All she wanted to do was to roll on that president's face and ash his glib mouth. 

"Well, your lies are so profound no one will suspect the way you delivered them, gosh! It's remarkable," Alexander remarked while he let out a chuckle and dusted off Isabella's words with mocking. 

Alexander crossed her and sat on the presider. His body wafted the same smell that Isabella got when she entered. Her stomach churned with fear, hoping that what her mind was thinking would not come true.

"The man was really in the room. It was just she didn't notice." This thought made her heart thump as well as dried her throat. She turned and gulped, looking at the man who was typing something on the laptop. 

"Sit down," ordered Alexander, not lifting his eyes. Isabella didn't want him to do that. She just sat down and looked at the glass of water next to the laptop.

"You can drink it," Alexander said with a stern voice, which Isabella didn't care about. But getting approval from the devil she thanked him and grabbed the glass of water and gulped it down at once. Her throat cracked after those thoughts struck her head and with this water, it smoothed again. 

"I don't care how careless you were before, but be careful before me. I can't be gentle and what you did in the canteen almost touched my nerves. Don't do it again," warned Alexander and closed the laptop. His purple eyes fell on the woman, then on the glass from where she drank water. A shiny stain was shining, which made him more distracted.

"I think college doing unreasonable. Rachel's canteen is famous for its ambiance and its food. The college has other two canteens where money talks. Why doesn't the college think of shutting one of them?" Isabella's voice wasn't meager, as if she was in debate and presenting the case on behalf of her client.

 

"Those canteens' owners are the recognizable individuals in this town. They spent quite a large amount on college. That's why the college continued those canteens, but the total sum of Rachel's canteen is very low. So some authorities have problems with this because this is not a government college," Alexander said with a smirk while his fingers started tapping the table, his eyes didn't miss the scowl on Isabella's face which was unpleasant but to him, it looked satisfactory.  

"What if I collect the majority letter? Will you approve it?" Isabella questioned, though she didn't want to talk to this man or either didn't want any kind of exchange with him, yet if she wants to save Rachel's canteen she needs to plead with this man. 

"Why? is Rachel my aunt? Or are you my girlfriend?" Alexander's adam apple bobbed as he finished. He also didn't think he would say something like this. Since when has Devil's tongue started slipping?

"Did you hear the news of Jenny? Believe me, I just saw her last night begging in the bar, holding someone's leg, and today she took her life," Isabella asked with an indignant smile after he mentioned the word girlfriend. Her hand cupped her thigh in anger. Although Jenny was not related to her, still, she was human and had a heart that had been crushed by this man. 

"I don't think it's necessary to talk about someone else's matter when you are in a dire situation when you are proposing something to me. Or you can leave from here. I will send your father a compensation letter about that floor you scraped," Alexander spurred back angrily, his purple eyes narrowed in the audacity that this woman dared to show again. 

"What? There was not even a scratch on the floor. Why would my father be given a compensation letter? That's unfair," replied Isabella, and at last, Alexander lost his patience; in a fit of rage, he slapped the table and stood up.

His ferocity was dripping from his face, Isabella shrieked in her seat as she grasped her armrest tightly. She felt sweat building again on her back, her lips quivering. She went far off the board she understood, but she lost control of her mouth, which was totally in bitterness because she sympathized with Jenny a lot. 

Alexander's eyes saw that Isabella's lip was trembling like a child, who was scolded and was about to cry somehow which lessened his anger. There were no tears in her beautiful hazel eyes, so the fear could be clearly seen. He thought until she shed tears he would try to increase his aura to intimidate her further, but he could not. His devil softened, and that was not a good sign.

"I can do any of your jobs if you just approve our majority letter," Isabella's voice turned feeble, her feisty face turned sweet and winsome. Alexander's whole body was tied with something invisible, and with her every word, it tightened further. 

Her baby lips were hard for him to ignore, as well as her face. He didn't want this woman to be feared of him, and why, the answer he didn't have. He sighed as he ruffled his hair, giving Isabella the vibe that he was thinking, but actually, he was calculating the situation he was in. 

"I have a script about marketing my company. That will be fifty pages long. Also, there is a need for some corrections and some transformation," Alexander said gently, looking down at the table. His tone softened as he ordered her. He didn't raise his eyes, as they were bothered by her soft baby lips. The devil was in a mess. 

"I can do that," Isabella answered biting her lower lip, which has been tempting Alexander till, although she was unaware of the thing Alexander was troubled with her lips, because they are was no expression on his face that can give her any knowledge about him. But one thing she felt was that if this man got angry, then he became the devil of hell. 

"Give me your mail ID. One of my assistants will send you the paper." Alexander pushed a pen and paper and his gaze fell on Isabella's neck, where a drop of sweat ran down her neck to her crevice. Zoomed in further so that he could get a clearer vision, which he found fascinating for some unknown reason. It had never happened before, and it was a strange fixation.

As a drop of sweat was about to enter the aperture, Alexander pulled out a tissue from the tissue box and brought it to Isabella. Isabella jumped because what he did was sudden. Why was he offering her a tissue? Isabella didn't ask, but she let her eyes question him.

"You are sweating," Alexander answered without a single expression on his face. He didn't think it can annoy a woman, especially since they are unfamiliar with themselves. Isabella didn't know if Alexander did this intentionally, but she felt awkward.

"No, I am not." Isabella quickly shrugged off his words. Not that her sweat is black that he could see from afar. Maybe he was guessing and trying to make her embarrassed. 

"Okay, if you think you are not sweating, fine. But you have sweat beads on your neck," Alexander said and took the paper where Isabella wrote her email. 

Isabella's hand touched her neck at his words and in shame, Isabella's face turned crooked shrimp because he was telling the truth. She wanted to hide, but she can't leave without his permission. There was no notebook or anything in which she could hide her face. She feared, after the sweat, what kind of comment this Devil will toss. 

"Why is your face so red? Are you feeling so hot? First sweat, now you turned red," Alexander asked curiously. Also, there was a certain part inside him that worried if the girl was ill. 

"This happened many times. This has been my illness since childhood," said Isabella softly, holding her red face confidently.

"I didn't know." Hearing Isabella's response, Alexander said blankly, as if the sentence had come to his tongue voluntarily.

"What do you mean?" Isabella asked, not that she didn't hear. She asked him again to clarify the meaning. 

"Nothing. Now get out and never pull a stunt in front of me, and glued it on your head," Alexander alerted her again in a rough tone that was hiding for a few seconds. Now it was raining again. 

"Thank you," Isabella replied and stood up. She wasn't interested in talking to him. She hoped one day she could trample this man under her pressure.

In the future, if she will get a chance she will make him obedient. She will suck all of his domination that he used unnecessarily on the weak ones if she gets a chance. She strode out and slammed the door behind her. The only thing she did smugly without caring.

With the doors slamming, Alexander rose from his seat and narrowed his gaze on the daring woman. She did this again. He was about to vent his anger when his eyes fell on the glass and the stain.

His anger was subdued, like sorcery. Someone's soft child's lips lit up in his head and inadvertently he brought the glass to his face and his purple eyes gazed at it intently. 

Then, without pause a second, he placed his lips over the glossy stain, and his eyes turned red and he went into a daze, but as his eyes returned to purple again he exuberantly threw the glass on the wall, shattering it completely. 

"Fuck, fuck.." He cursed and punched the table in front of him, breaking it in two.