ANMELDENNo fucking? Oh okay!
ALEXANDER“You live alone.” She stated instead of asking. I nodded once, watching her stare at me wide-eyed, obviously impressed.She looked around again, then back at me. “Are you… you’re definitely in the mafia, aren’t you?”I laughed, striding towards her. “The mafia? Why? And what do you think?”“I think you are.” Her eyes did a sweep of the living room again. When she looked back at me again, she spoke with an accusatory tone, “I mean, I knew you were dangerous, I didn’t know you were a hardened criminal.” She stood her ground, not moving an inch backward even when I came to stand in front of her.Once again, my cock hardened at the sight of her bravery and composure. I was so used to people—women, especially—cowering when I came close, refusing to look me in the eye.I was learning that she was different. Elara stared at me defiantly, like she had all the right in the world to do so. Like she was my equal.And maybe she was. She was wearing my ring, after all.“A hardened crimina
ELARA“Waited for my wedding for almost two years, and it’s here now. It’s here, and I’m not marrying my fiancé.” I turned to Vivian with tears in my eyes. She grabbed my arms, her eyes filling with tears too. “I’m marrying his dad, Viv…”“Elara…” she choked.“I thought I’d finally be happy getting married, I thought this is just what I needed. I thought… oh my God, how did my life get to this.” I sobbed and she finally wrapped her arms around me. The dam broke out now, I cried until I couldn’t breathe. Until I was sure that the makeup artist would have break her back trying to fix this.Vivian cried with me, rubbing my back as she did. After what seemed like hours, we finally pulled apart and Vivian pushed me towards the makeup seat.“You’ve ruined your makeup, you sad bitch.” She scolded me, even if hers was ruined too. I laughed sadly, climbing on the seat while the makeup artist got to work immediately.Everybody in this room, everyone in charge of my styling were professionals Ale
ELARAThe plan’s never going to work, I thought to myself as I tried to maintain eye contact with the man who just threatened to kill me.Exhaling a sharp breath, I proceeded to look away to mutter under my breath, “What have I gotten myself into?”“Elara.”I didn’t respond to him. But after a moment, I turned back to him just to ask, “But the ten million part… it’s true?”Alexander nodded solemnly. Well, damn.I watched the smoke escape his lips and my mouth watered just like the night in his car. He leaned off the chair, advancing closer to me. He was so close, I forgot how to breathe for a second. And then his breath fanned my face, like he was lending me his own oxygen—even if it reeked of intoxicating smoke.He took the cigar out of his mouth, then calmly placed it between my lips. Even David didn’t know about my little smoking addiction. I cleaned up well whenever I was around him, afraid to get judged.With my fiancé’s father, however, it was easy. There was absolutely no judge
ALEXANDERI glanced at my watch for the umpteenth time. She was late.The beautiful Elara sent a text last night, telling me she was willing to meet me at my hotel. I’d shut down my remaining meetings for the day to make it here on time.As the head of an empire—my syndicate—I believed in proper time keeping and management, because you see, time is money. And I’d lost a good amount of money choosing to be here right now, only for her to keep me waiting for an hour.I rose to my feet, deciding to just set the wedding date whenever I liked—because it had to happen anyway. Just then, a knock resounded on the door. Mike stepped forward, unlocking the door. I heard him ask for her bag for a quick search.Seconds later, he parted the door open properly to reveal her standing in the frame, poised and nothing like the half-naked girl that seduced me that night. I stood, leaning on my cane, a cigar between my lips. I watched her, as openly as she watched me.Her outfit was business-like—a penc
ELARA“What do you mean I have to marry your father?” My heart leaped out of my chest and I dropped the spoon I ate with on the dining table.David shrugged across me, his expression tight as hell.“He’ll never let me marry you. And I have a plan.” He said, like it was just that simple.I kept staring at him like the lunatic I thought he’d become. Vivian beat me to whatever I had to say.“God, this is bullshit.” She said, hitting the table in front of us. I sighed, taking another spoon of cereal but it tasted like sand in my mouth.“Take a look at her head. Look! You did that to her because she told you that your dad proposed marriage to her. How the fuck do you turn around all of a sudden and say she can get married to him now… you have a plan?!”He glared at Vivian. “I’d appreciate if you shut the fuck up. I was talking to my girlfriend.”“Well get off your seat and make me. You’re forgetting unlike my friend here, I don’t have an image to protect. I’ll ruin your face and get away wi
ALEXANDER"The numbers are bleeding, Sir," Elias muttered, tapping the glass tabletop. "Sterling Plaza is a ghost town."I didn't blink. "It’s a landmark. Landmarks don't die, they evolve.""Landmarks don't pay the mortgage," Sarah countered, leaning forward. "The industrial bid is on the table. We exit Sterling, we buy the port-side warehouses, and we're back in the black by Q3.""Unfortunately Sarah, I have no interest in warehouses.""With all due respect, Sir," she pushed, "the yield is double what we—"The heavy oak doors slammed open, the brass handles rebounding against the wall with a sharp crack. David stood in the frame, chest heaving, dressed in a casual T-shirt and jeans. Of course, he wasn’t here for the meeting."We need to talk, old man." He breathed, glaring daggers at me like a man ready for war. He picked the wrong man to fight with.Maintaining my cool, I responded, "I'm sure you can wait at my office until this meeting is done. Or you can as well join us in this mee







