“What is wrong Alex?” He asked on seeing the look of irritation on my face.
“Please leave!” I said standing up from the bed. “What! Why? Did I do something wrong?” He asked, while getting up now, looking worried or rather confused at my change of attitude toward him. “Argh! Same fucking questions, all the time! I said, rolling my eyes while putting on my decaded clothes. “What do you mean?” He sat on the edge of the bed, and I could see his toned chest, and the clear line of his chiseled jawline. “Look, we felt attraction for each other, and then we fucking had mind blowing sex! What else were you thinking of?". "What else? Wait a minute!” His eyes slowly widen in realization of what is happening. “Are you breaking up with me, Alexandria?" . “We were dating?" “No, but…!”. “Enough of the talks already! Just get out, I mean, now!” I said, opening the door wide for him. Slowly he puts on his clothes, walks closer to me, looks intensely at my eyes, and then walks out. Releasing my breath, I walk behind him, and close the front door behind him as well. Turning around, I was shocked to see my dad looking at me from the wooden stairs. “What was that noise about?” he asked. “What noise, sir?” I asked him with my eyebrows slightly raised up. “You know what I am talking about, young lady! Don't act smart with me!”. "Act smart? Honestly, I don't get your words, sir!”. I said with my hands inside my trousers pockets. "Can you quit with the sirs? For goodness sake Alexandria, I am your father!” He yells, with his eyes almost popping out. "You think so?" With that, I walked back to my room, wondering why he was looking shocked at my words. With only the thought of sleeping in my mind, I fell on the bed, looking exhausted. It was exactly seven-thirty pm, when my alarm went off… “Oh my god! Shit! I am late!” Quickly, I rushed into the bathroom for a quick shower, came out and put on a white color shirt over denim jeans and black sneakers. Throwing some money into my black color backpack, I rushed out of the house without taking a second look at my father, who was just walking out of his room. I know he is already tired of trying to patch up things with me. Well, I certainly do not need that now, he should have done that years ago when he still fucking had the chance!. Getting on the sub bus heading to my night shift job, some seconds later, I had a feeling of someone staring at me. Turning to the left side, a black haired man with gray eyes quickly turned his face to the other direction, looking shy, and I smiled within myself. He seems shy. I don't like fucking shy guys! It's like fucking a wannabe virgin! They are kinda hard to get rid off, but right now… sighing softly, I thought of how to get listed in my school's scholarship fund about to kick off next summer, shit! I need that scholarship badly if I am to survive schooling on my own. The two jobs, despites the stress, are currently helping with paying off some bills. Soon, I got closer to work and then got off the bus. Passing through the backdoor created for staff only, I entered the nightclub mentally prepared for tonight's money making business. ****** Going To Night Shift “Alexandria! You are a bit late today! What happened?" Sande, a slim dark haired girl of the same age as me, and sharing the same dressing room with me, asked with a raised voice because of the loud music playing. Only she knows my real name. I walked closer to her in order not to yell my reply. “So sorry, sande, I woke up late!” I said. “Oh! Well, go get dressed, Alex, You are up next” She said, smiled softly and then walked away to the platform where the loud music and screams of excitement was coming from. Quickly I entered the dressing room, and put on my neon colored lace leotard with a garter belt and garters, with my 6 inch heel made with a plastic 1-piece soles. Putting on my neon colored mask, I walk out looking hot and ready to be called out for my performance tonight.The sun dipped low behind the Washington's skyline, painting the sky in warm shades of gold and crimson. Alex stood on the balcony of Chester’s villa, the same place where once, her heart had known nothing but confusion and hurt — and now, calmness. In her arms, their son giggled softly, his tiny fingers reaching for the wind. Chester, fully healed but changed in ways deeper than scars could ever show, stepped onto the balcony, watching the two people he had almost lost — the only two people who mattered. He cleared his throat, nervous for the first time in a long while. “Alex…” His voice was soft, nearly swept away by the evening breeze. “I once asked you to marry me out of pride and selfishness. I pushed you into a contract that made you feel like you didn’t matter. But this time… I’m asking because I want to spend the rest of my life making sure you know just how much you do.” She turned slowly, her heart tightening, tears threatening to escape. He pulled a small velvet box
Months of healing, quiet laughter, and shared memories had finally woven the broken pieces of Chester's and Alex’s hearts back together. The house that once echoed with cold silence was now filled with soft footsteps, the sound of their son’s giggles, and the tender exchanges between two people who had faced the brink of heartbreak — and survived. He had finally healed, both in body and soul. The scar from the bullet wound was a permanent reminder of how close he’d come to losing everything, but the real wound — the one he had inflicted on her — had taken even longer to mend. And now, as he looked at her, holding their son in the early morning light, he knew deep in his bones that he couldn’t let another moment pass without making things right. But this time, he wouldn’t offer her a cold, emotionless contract. No, this time, he wanted it all. The real vows. The real ring. A real future. --- Chester had kept his plans tightly under wraps, involving only a few trusted people — Dani
Weeks had passed since the life-altering events, and the heavy weight of it all slowly began to lift as the days moved forward. Alex had barely left Chester's side since the day of the shooting. Her hands had trembled with fear each time she helped him with his recovery, but her love for him—and her determination to rebuild what they had—kept her focused. The villa, once a symbol of everything they had lost, now felt like the place where they would reclaim their future. Chester was finally home from the hospital, and though he was still physically weak, his spirits had lifted as Alex devoted herself to caring for him. The weeks of sleepless nights had taken their toll, but now there was a quiet sense of hope.Chester’s mother had taken grandson into her care, ensuring that the baby was well looked after while his parents focused on healing. Despite everything that had happened, Alex was thankful for her support. Her son was safe and happy, his innocent giggles filling the house, a re
The air was thick with tension as Chester, Liam, and their team of private investigators, accompanied by a few trusted officers, made their way toward a secluded hideout on the outskirts of the city. The location, a decrepit warehouse in an industrial district, was a place few people knew of. It was the perfect setting for Madeline’s final, twisted plan to be carried out—one that would forever erase Alex from Chester’s life. Madeline’s stepbrother, Alfredo, had been watching her every move for months, disgusted by her manipulative nature and knowing she was capable of anything to get her way. He had despised Madeline for years but had always kept his distance, too scared to confront her. However, seeing the depths of her cruelty and how she had plotted Alex's’s death, he could no longer stand by and do nothing. Alfredo had reached out to Chester in secret, providing him with the coordinates to the hideout where Alex was being held captive. He was finally ready to help Chester end Ma
The panic spread like wildfire through the city as news of Alex’s abduction reached the public. Chester's influence had rippled across the entire country in an instant. The billionaire businessman, once seen as a distant figure in the world of luxury and power, was now a man in turmoil, his every move driven by the desperate need to save Alex. Using his connections, Chester called in every favor he could. Within hours, every seaport, every airport, and every border was locked down. The entire country was on high alert as authorities scrambled to trace Alex’s whereabouts. Interpol had been notified, and the police had begun working alongside private investigators, all racing against time to prevent Madeline’s twisted plans from coming to fruition. As Chester sat in his penthouse, eyes glued to multiple screens, tracking the progress of the search, he felt the weight of the situation pressing down on him. His mind raced—Alex was being smuggled out of the country, and there was no time
Chester’s mind raced as he and Liam sat at the front of the sleek black car, the streets of New York blurred outside the windows. The tension between them was palpable, the quiet hum of the engine barely cutting through the weight of the situation. "I can't afford to alert Madeline," Chester said quietly, his gaze focused on the road ahead. "She’s playing this game too well. We have to keep everything under the radar. If she suspects we’re on to her, she might move Alex again." Liam nodded, his expression grim. "Agreed. We’ll use private investigators. They can follow the trail without raising any suspicion. No need for police, now. We need this to be clean." Chester clenched his fists. His frustration was barely contained. He didn’t care about anything else anymore. His world had become a desperate chase to find Alex, to bring her back from the nightmare she was in. Every second that passed without her made the reality of losing her even more real. --- Meanwhile, in a dark and s
The streets of New York blurred as cheater's car sped down the road. His mind raced faster than the car’s engine, his heart pounding in his chest. He was so close. Just a few more miles, and he’d finally be able to see Alex, to explain himself, to tell her how much he regretted everything. But the closer he got to Alex’s house written address, the more his unease grew. His phone buzzed in his pocket, breaking the silence that had settled over him during the long drive. He pulled over, his hands trembling slightly as he grabbed it. It was a text from Daniel: "Call me. Something’s wrong." Chester's stomach twisted. Without hesitation, he dialed Daniel’s number, the anticipation gnawing at him. “Chester,” Daniel’s voice came through the phone, urgent and clipped. “It’s Alex. She’s gone.” Chester's pulse spiked. “What do you mean, gone? Where the hell is she?” “Someone took her. We don’t know who or why, but they grabbed her and her son. No sign of a struggle, just—gone. The police a
As the evening wore on, the luxurious ballroom where Chester’s wedding was supposed to take place was now eerily quiet. The guests had scattered, and the only sound that remained was the faint rustling of fabric from Madeline’s mother and her family, who had tried to console the shattered woman in the wake of Chester's abrupt departure. Madeline, her face pale and tear-streaked, sat alone in a chair near the empty altar, her hands clenched into fists at her sides. The luxurious wedding gown that had once symbolized the beginning of a new life for her now felt like a suffocating shroud. Her mind raced with thoughts of betrayal and humiliation. She had spent so long trying to claw her way into Chester’s life, only for him to abandon her without a word. Her mother and the other family members kept trying to reach out to her, offering empty words of comfort. “He’ll come back around, darling,” her mother said gently, dabbing at Madeline’s tears with a lace handkerchief. “He has to. You’
The opulent venue was buzzing with excitement as the guests gathered, their eager whispers filling the air. The grand chandeliers cast a golden glow over the extravagant ballroom, and outside, the elite guests sipped champagne in a garden adorned with roses, basking in the spectacle of Chester's and Madeline’s wedding. Chester stood at the altar, a mere puppet of his family’s design. His chest tightened with every passing second. The distant clink of glasses and the murmured chatter of the crowd did little to drown out the chaotic thoughts racing through his mind. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t marry Madeline. As the officiant began the ceremony, Chester’s gaze flickered to Madeline, standing beside him with her flawless smile and eyes that glittered with triumph. But all he could think about was Alex—the woman he had loved, the woman he had lost. His heart slammed against his ribs, and his breath caught in his throat as a text message vibrated in his p