6| HIS OFFER

ALEXANDER

Her eyes were dilated as she stared up at me, insisting for the umpteenth time that we had nothing to talk about.

Her elite facial features made it hard to concentrate on her words, coupled with the softness of her body against mine. My cock strained against my tailored pants, itching to be inside her wet heat again.

Nothing prepared me for her tonight. How could I have guessed that my son’s bride-to-be was the same woman who’d taken my cock so well, I’d gotten the most intense orgasm I’d ever gotten in a while?

“I need to get back to the party.” She told me with an unconscious pout and fire in her bluish green eyes.

I opened my mouth to answer when the knocking on the door started again.

“Mr Thorne.” She grated. I finally took a step back. Her eyes flickered to the door with uncertainty. I knew she was thinking about how to leave, with people out there now.

Heaving a breath, I turned and stepped out first, shutting the door behind me.

I gazed down on two little boys and their mother standing in front of me, their faces marred with a frown. Their mother’s frown quickly dissipated on seeing me, and she smiled widely instead,

“Mr Thorne! Congratulations on your son’s engagement. His fiancée is truly a sight. I almost got lost in her eyes, and I’m a woman.” She chuckled after the last part. I flashed her a practiced smile back.

“Mrs…”

“Miss Frankie.”

I gave a slow nod. “Right. Miss Frankie. Thank you so much for attending, and for your well wishes. Unfortunately, my friend in there is having a really bad episode and would not be out for a while. There are other stalls that you can use in the mean time. Sorry for any inconvenience.”

“Mama, I need to pee!” Her kid tugged at her gown, and she quickly started moving, even whilst looking a tad confused.

“Oh, um okay.” She replied, then turned to her boys, “I’m sorry, let’s go over here.”

I stood there and waited for them to finish their business and leave, then I walked back in. Elara looked up at me with inquisitive eyes.

“Coast is clear.” I told her. She didn’t waste any more time, hitting me with her shoulders on her way out.

I couldn’t help it. Like the pervert that I’d turned out to be because of her, I brought her fingers to my nose and took her scent in.

**

“Get all her details. Every single information, I want nothing left out, Mike.”

Mike nodded beside me, “Sure sir. I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

I was about to climb into my Range after the door was pulled open for me, but stopped in my tracks when I heard familiar voices just a few feet ahead.

I turned to Mike, who was already checking ahead with his hand on his gun holster. He walked backwards seconds later, turned to me,

“It’s your son, Sir. And his woman.”

I clenched my teeth, listened even more carefully. The pitch of their voices told me this was more than a harmless conversation, so I finally stepped away from my car and started towards the direction of their voices with Mike trailing behind me.

Their voices gradually became clearer.

“… I’m not fucking drunk, babe. I know what I’m doing. I just need you to get in the car and come with me.”

“And I’m saying no to that. I’m sorry, but the only way I can go with you tonight is if you call back your driver, or an Uber to get us out of here. I’m not entering a death trap with you. You’re the reckless one, not me.” She retorted, looking around as if checking for some kind of help. It was dark out here and they stood between two cars, so it was hard to see Mike and I standing by the manicured lawn, watching them.

“You always have to sound like my fucking mom. The bitch died sometime ago, but you’ll never let me miss out on that motherly affection, would you?” He snapped, suddenly closing up on her. I took a step forward, but instead of looking as cared as I’d expected, Elara looked disgusted, ready to strike.

I bit down a smile.

“Never, David. She tried her best, I’m sure, but you still need a little more help.” She patted his cheek in mocking comfort and he snatched her hand off his face at once, raising his other hand.

“You will put that fucking hand down this minute.” I stepped closer to them, finally revealing myself. Elara’s eyes snapped at my direction at once, but David stayed facing her. His hand was still raised in the air, and it made me more murderous by the second.

“Mike, shoot.” I ordered, and he dropped the hand at once, jumping away from her as Mike pulled the trigger.

Elara’s eyes squeezed shut at the sound of the gunshot, her whole body trembling. The bullet had pierced through David’s car. I kept my eyes on her,

“Are you okay?”

She continued to keep her eyes closed, only snapping them open when David’s car which she’d been resting against came alive. She leaned off it and stepped forward just as he revved backwards and drove out like a madman, out of the parking lot.

That idiot was going to get himself killed.

I turned to Mike.

“Get someone to follow. Make sure he gets home in one piece.”

Mike nods at the order and steps away, bringing his phone to his ear. When I face Elara again, her lips are set in a thin line as she types away into her phone.

“Let me take you home, pixie.” I said, and her head snapped up at once. She looked around briefly, then back at me.

“I’ve asked you not to call me that. I’m Elara.”

I nodded. “Fine. Come with me.” I glanced at my watch, confirming the time. “It’s almost midnight. You should not be here on your own.”

“Okay so please, do me a favor and wait here until I find a ride. Thank you.”

Shaking my head, I moved forward and plucked the phone off her hand when she had gone back to typing.

“What?!”

“There’s no need being stubborn right now. I will take you home, and that’s the end of it. Now come.”

I turned around and started towards my car. Not long after I’d started moving, I heard her footsteps trail behind me. My lips crooked into a smile. That’s more like it.

I allowed her to get into the passenger seat first, and I followed after. She outstretched her hand for her iPhone, which I assessed briefly before handing it back to her.

I caught Mike’s nod from the rearview mirror, confirming that he’d followed my orders. I gave him a nod back and pulled out a cigar stick, just as the car's engine roared to life and we started moving.

After taking the first drag and ravishing the little euphoria from the cancer stick, I turned to Elara. I had expected a look of disgust on her face, or something close enough. But there was nothing like it. In fact, it seemed like she was staring at the smoke from the stick almost lovingly.

“You cannot marry my son.” I deadpanned, after she didn’t speak and just kept stealing glances at me… or the cigar, I couldn’t exactly tell.

Scoffing, she retorted, “Unfortunately, I can.” Then she slipped her phone to the driver, ignoring me, "Here's my apartment's location. Take a look at it."

I stared out the window, clenching my jaw. This woman and always countering my orders. Even I could tell she didn’t really care for the marriage, like my son.

David was marrying her for one thing. It was to unlock his inheritance from Sergio—my father’s will, which stated that every male that got married was liable to some stocks and millions of dollars to start a family.

He could fool everybody with that love shit, but definitely not me. The thing here was that David has never been capable of handling funds like that. I would not stand by and watch him squander any more millions from the business.

“You will not. And I can make sure of it.” I turned back to assess her, and before I could stop myself, I added, “Marry me instead.”