Four

~~Alex~~

Chapter 4

Alex pov

Watching him leave made me smile.

No grin was the right word.

The blazer. The sway of those hips. That panic in his eyes. Adorable chaos wrapped in a suit and running for dear life.

God, he was cute, I wish I could staring at him longer.

And the best part? He didn’t even know just how into him I was.

Or that I was about 97% sure I took his virginity that night. I doubt if he knows he’s gay, he looks like a man still in denial of is preference.

The way he clung to me like I was both the danger and the drug? The stammering, the heat, the whispered “I’ve never done this before but I want to” right before I kissed him so hard he forgot his name?

Yeah. That boy was mine. Even if he didn’t know it yet. I looked for him everywhere after that night and found him right in my father sitting room, with his picture right on the table being showed to my sister.

Even if he was now allegedly my sister’s fiancé. I will still make him mine.

I sipped my drink and raised a brow as I caught Dahlia glaring at me from across the room.

Sister dearest marched over, glittering heels clicking like gunshots on the marble floor, and elbowed me in the ribs.

“Stop looking at my man like you want to eat him.”

I blinked, pure innocence. “Your man?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Yes. Jayden. My fiancé. The one you’ve been visually undressing since he walked in.”

I tilted my head. “I’ve been visually admiring his suit, Dahlia. I’m a fan of fine tailoring. That’s all.”

“Bullshit.”

“Language, princess.”

She scowled and leaned in closer. “Whatever history you think you have with him, it ends now. I don’t care if you shared a locker in boarding school or a bottle of tequila in Ibiza he’s mine.”

Oh, honey.

If only you knew how many positions ago that “history” started.

I took another sip, keeping my smirk calm and my thoughts thoroughly filthy.

“Relax, sis,” I said smoothly. “I’m just here to celebrate your big day. The golden engagement. The union of two media-hungry dynasties. It’s very romantic.”

She gave me the kind of look usually reserved for people who accidentally insult your shoes and your mother in the same breath.

“I mean it, Alex.”

I smiled wider. “Of course you do.”

She rolled her eyes, muttered something under her breath that definitely sounded like “incestuous jackass,” and walked away.

I let her go. My sister had always been bossy. Spoiled. Brilliant. Dangerous. And the perfect cover for our father’s ambitions.

She didn’t love Jay. That much was obvious.

She didn’t even like him, really.

To her, he was a means to an end. And to be fair he was a pretty damn gorgeous means.

But me?

I wasn’t planning on letting Jayden J. Hale go that easily.

There was something in his eyes tonight something more than fear. Something aching. Something wild, just under the surface.

And I knew what that looked like.

Because I’d seen it in the mirror once.

I watched him disappear down the hall with that assistant glued to his side, clearly looking like he wanted to throw himself out the nearest window.

And it hit me again.

That night wasn’t just a one time thing, I still want to fuck him. If he still claims to be straight I will just stick to making him my bed mate then, it wasn’t like we could be anything more than sec buddy’s.

I just had to figure out what and how to convince him.

And maybe, just maybe… I’d find out before someone else did.

Because I wasn’t here just to smile, toast champagne, and play nice with my sister’s fake romance.

I was here for him.

Even if he didn’t know it yet.