Chapter twenty-one

Alina’s POV

 

“What did you do?”

“Good morning to you too” He replied, casually going through his stuff and ignoring my question.

“He called me…” I started but stopped immediately when I saw the look on his face.

“He did what?”  

“Nothing. Nothing happened. What did you do?”

“Less than what I should have done to him”  He shrugged it off like it was not a big deal. “Block that line” He ordered, pointing to the phone I was holding.

I was even more surprised that I did so without hesitation.

“We have an interview later on, don't panic”He told me to try to calm me down but I wasn't even aware of it until after he said it. I felt myself go cold for reasons unknown to me.

I nodded silently as he grabbed his stuff from our closet.

Did I just say ours?

“Mrs Wolfe, is it true that this marriage is all a temporary arrangement?”  The interviewer spoke up.

“No. My husband  and I  have been seeing each other in secret for a long time and we are in love.” I paused to give Logan what was supposed to be a loving stare and he did the same. We had practiced it before now.

“I see, there are rumors about you, about your past and about the pictures that can no longer be seen anywhere. What do you have to say about that?” The interviewer was trying to sabotage me. I could see it in her smirk on her face and the mischief that danced in her eyes. She knew nothing but she wanted to know everything.

Her job was to keep us under surveillance and she was succeeding beautifully. I could hear the smile on her lips while she looked at the man behind me who was staring straight ahead. It was unnerving.

“Like you said, past. Everyone has a past, that was my past and I don't owe anyone an explanation.”

“Well not everyone has a past of sleeping with different men, is that how you got to the top?”

The interviewer's tone didn't change at all. I could sense a challenge coming.

“Cut!” Sebastian yelled , making me jump in surprise.

He looked furious. “Listen to me, my wife has had enough of your nonsense. I won't sit here  listening to your bullshit. If you want me to get into this shit show of yours and you still want it to survive, then you better start being civil.” His voice was low and calm.

He put out his hand and I took it and he led me outside.

“Thank you.” I smiled but he ignored me.

“I think we've had enough of interviews.”

I didn't argue with him. I could sense the tension between us. We walked in silence for a few steps but he couldn't stand it any longer.

“Are you upset because of her?”  He asked looking directly into my eyes. His voice sounded serious and concerned. Like he actually cared what my answer was and that made me feel worse.

Was I delusional for thinking he was concerned?

“No.” I got into the passenger seat and he drove off.

“Don't pay attention to my family.  I still have a few things to take care of. Sebastian told me once we finally got home.

I gulped.

How was I supposed to deal with his family alone?

“Okay.” I nodded, stepping out of the black Lambo truck.

Once I walked in, the first person I saw was Laila. Why was she still here? I just knew it was going to be a long day.

I was going to ignore her until I heard her mumble “Slut”

“Did you say something?” I snapped annoyed. I was too tired and stressed already.

She smirked, “Isn't that what you are?”

Her remark left me completely speechless. How dare she talk about me like that!? And to my face? “Excuse me?” I growled, taking a step closer to her.

“You're a slut.” She repeated, looking smug.

“Oh yeah?” I asked her again. “Well this slut took your place, deal with that!” I screamed back, my temper rising by the second.

There was a moment where I thought she would cry.

“This is all temporary, Sebastian will always look at you like you're trash. You should know this by now.”

I clenched my fists to stop them from trembling and tried to compose myself. She may have hurt me but not physically. I turned around to leave but she grabbed me by the arm.

“Seb and I have been betrothed since I turned eighteen. I don't know what crazy phase he is currently in. I don't know where he got you from but one thing I know is that I am never leaving him. Never.” She added firmly before letting go of my arm. “So I think it would be best if you leave right now before anything happens” Her tone was full of menace.

“If there is anyone who should leave, it would be you, Laila. You can start over or something. You can stay here if you like but Sebastian isn't going to marry you. What we have is genuine.” I don't know where I was getting the balls to tell such lies effortlessly but I was proud of myself for doing so. “And if you ever make the mistake of calling me names again, I promise you that I will  do whatever I need to to prove it to you.” I warned her

I felt satisfied when I heard a small scoff come from her mouth. She must have realized how much of a threat I really was.

But at least she respected me. I hoped.

As if on cue, the door opened and Sebastian emerged. He seemed to look at us both with curiosity.

A stupid idea came to my mind, and before I could think it through my legs carried me to where Sebastian Wolfe was standing.

Somehow I hoped he would cooperate.

It seemed to work. Because he didn't move when I wrapped my arms around his neck, stood on my tippy toes and locked my lips  against his.