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Alexander
Everything was fine until Derrick burst into my office with Mom right behind him. That was never a good sign.
“We’ve got a serious problem,” Derrick snapped, slamming a report on my desk.
I skimmed it quickly—efficiency down, losses rising. A slow bleed that could kill us fast.
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
“I wish,” he muttered, pacing. “I’ve been trying to contain the fallout for hours. It’s spreading.”
My stomach clenched. If this leaked, the media would feast. Investors would flee. We could lose everything our father built in a split second.
I couldn’t even say what I thought, not when the spoiled brother is here with mother.
“We need a merger,” Katherine Weillman said, speaking for the first time. Her voice was tight, laced with action. “If we don’t act now, we’re finished.”
She slid a business card across the table. I picked it up—and froze.
Soph Kel.
“Are you kidding me?” I chuckled. I turned to look at Derrick who had the most nonchalant grin.
“What?”
It couldn’t be.
There’s only one Soph Kel I know. Sophie Kellerman. My brother’s ex-fiancée. The woman he left standing at the altar while he fucked the lady who designed his wedding suit.
“We have two days to contact them,” Mom added. “That’s our window.”
“And you’ll do it,” Derrick added. “You know I don’t stand a chance.”
“I agree. You always claim to be smarter, Alex,” she said but it wasn’t just about being smart.
Derrick knew what he did.
All Katherine Weillman cares about is to keep the company going and she doesn’t care how it’s done. All she does is to give the orders and you’re to move.
“…get her to agree.” I barely heard her. My focus was locked on the card.
“You okay?” Derrick asked.
“Okay?” I asked him. “I have absolutely no idea what to say to you right now.”
Mom kept ranting about Dad’s failure to plan for this but it wasn’t really his fault. He had a whole lot to fix before he kicked the bucket.
Derrick’s non-chalant whispers filled the air—he was trying to calm her down. But I was gone. My mind had latched onto the one impossible detail in front of me.
It wasn’t just about the grudge she holds against my family because of Derrick. It’s because of that one night we shared where I had taken advantage of the fact that she needed an escape.
“Where are you going?” Derrick called after me.
But I was already headed to the elevator. I didn’t answer. I couldn’t…not until I knew exactly what I needed to know.
Ten floors up, I pushed into Malik’s office. The frosted glass bore weeks of dust. He looked up, unimpressed.
“Ever heard of knocking?”
I didn’t answer. He knew me better than anyone since we were kids. He could tell this wasn’t a social visit.
“I need your help,” I said, not caring to beat around the bush.
“Clearly,” he muttered.
He shot to his feet, crossing the room to the liquor cabinet, pouring vodka into two tumblers. “You have five seconds.”
I handed him the card. “I need you to find out everything you can about her.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Her?”
A furrow appeared on his forehead. "I'm here as the company's IT specialist, not some guy who should be digging into a woman's history."
The room went silent and then he fell back to his swivel chair, turning back to his screen. "I hate that I have to help you, man."
I let out a small sigh. "Thanks."
He reached for the card, read the name and paused. Then looked back at me.
“Soph Kel?” he asked, with an unknowing glance.
It was obvious that the name didn't ring a bell to him, yet.
I nodded. Barely.
"Let's see... Uh— what does Soph Kel have on you?"
He turned to his computer and typed. I watched, heart hammering like I was waiting on a jury verdict.
“You know you can always talk to me about anything." The unwelcoming gesture was the last thing I needed.
“Malik,” I shunned. “Now is not the time, I promise you.”
"Dude, ain't you the one who says no timing is wrong?"
Although that's my mantra, that's definitely not the way I say it.
There's no wrong timing.That’s it.
He shrugged, four fingers on the keyboard, fishing for the information I needed to know, yet he didn't keep shut. "You know, you've got to answer my question at some point."
"I will, when it's ripe to talk about it."
"Sounds…" He trailed off, staring at the screen.
“What is it?” I asked, already stepping forward. I turned the monitor towards myself.
And there she was.
Sophie. Different. Stunning. Hair up. Face sharp and radiant. That glow-up? I hadn’t seen it coming.
My heart did a fast one, making all the emotions float into forming a small smile on my face.
The smile you see when your heart recognizes its owner.
Malik let out a low whistle. “Damn. It’s her.”
I nodded. Malik knew it all— how I had the best time of my life with her.
He knows just how much it affected me to let go of her, knowing I had started developing feelings for my brother’s ex.
“She changed everything. Her name, her look. No wonder I couldn’t find her,” I murmured, voicing an emotion I could only show in front of him.
I watched the next slides of pictures without saying another word.
“Dude, I cannot believe Derrick lost Sophie. She's just so…”
“That’s enough,” I interrupted. “Derrick is a loser.”
“But he’s your brother.”
The same brother who is trying to get everything I’ve worked so hard for?
With my eyes on her pictures again, I brought the glass up to my mouth, not feeling the burn as I swallowed because there was only one fire in my body.
One that sparked an aching need to have her, to make her mine..
That's all she has ever been, and that's what she's going to be— mine.
“Let me guess,” Malik said, after letting me breathe for a few seconds. “You’re about to do something reckless.”
I didn’t reply and there, he got his response.
He shook his head, like he could foresee something. "Xan, you're going to regret whatever it is you're thinking of. You're not wired to make decisions this way."
None of what he said made any sense to me. I was already forming a plan.
An audible sigh followed. "Dude, you've got to listen to me this time. We can't have you doing anything stupid. Okay? Not at this point."
I ignored him still. I was already thinking about her face when she saw me again. The look in her eyes. The storm she’d probably rain down.
I welcomed it.
Because I wasn’t walking away this time. “Get me her address, Malik.”
Sophie I didn’t even know if Alexander would be in. I’d come up with a feeble excuse—wanting to know the kind of merger he was proposing. The truth was that I wanted to see him again. Warning sirens sounded in my head. I shouldn’t be here but I’ve never been this confused in my entire life. With my stomach knotted and my heart all but in my throat, I approached the first man I saw guarding the door. He noticed me coming and offered me a polite smile. “Can I help you?”“Yes. I hope so. I’m here to see Alexander Weillman.”Any normal person would have his phone number so they could just call him to say they were here to see him but I didn’t have his number. He sent me that text with a private number and now I’m here— with a pounding beat not just in my chest but between my thighs too. “I’ll call up and see if he’s free. Can I ask who’s calling on him?”“Just say it’s Soph,” I told him, suddenly self-conscious about giving him my full name.“Just Soph?”“Just Soph,” I confirmed.He r
Sophie I didn’t breathe until I was sure Alex was gone.The second the door clicked shut, I staggered backward, hand clutching my chest. My lungs worked overtime trying to steady me.What the hell just happened?I paced my office, heart thundering. It was four years ago all over again. I’m still standing where Alexander left me, feeling my heartbeat in every part of my body, feeling the slight brush of his fingers against my skin “Jesus, Sophie.” Why am I sweating? What’s happening with my heart? Am I having some kind of medical emergency?Wiping my sweaty palms on the front of my pants, I mumbled, “Okay, he’s gone…take a deep breath.”Alexander holds my deepest secrets and desires in his hands. And now he’s here. For a merger?My phone buzzed—Celine.Of course she’d sense something was wrong. She always did. But I couldn’t talk to her now. She’d only make it worse. She’d storm into the city with a baseball bat and high heels.I hit Airplane mode, tossed the phone onto the desk, an
AlexanderI’m certain her eyesight blurred for a minute. Sophie stood frozen behind her desk, arms crossed, that signature glare locking onto me like a heat-seeking missile. The air between us tightened and the tension thickened. “I said, what the hell are you doing here?” she asked, her voice low but sharp enough to cut through glass.The emotion was right there. Not too hard to miss. I took a slow breath, careful to stay composed.“Alexander Weillman,” I said, extending my hand.“I know who the hell you are,” she spat out. “Your brother sent you?”I shrugged. Her eyes narrowed instead, realization hitting her. “You’re the company rep.”“That’s right,” I replied calmly. “Though I prefer ‘Boss’ these days.”Her expression didn’t shift, but I saw the muscle twitch at her jaw. She hated that I was here. And yet, she wasn’t looking away.“Are you going to offer me a seat?” I asked.She stared at me a second longer before finally gesturing to the chair opposite her. No words. Just a co
SophieI woke up with a headache that felt like karma. Sunlight speared through the blinds, and my skull throbbed in tempo with the hangover I had earned the night before.I sat up slowly, holding my head, the scent of old whiskey and regret clinging to my sheets.Today was the anniversary.Four years ago, I was supposed to walk down the aisle.Instead, I got a text. A single message.“I’m sorry. I have to choose my family. They don’t think you’re enough.”Not enough. Not polished. Not from the right class.That was all I got. A sendforth, maybe? It humiliated me and my family, making us the laughing stock in the city.Not his problem anymore.I staggered into the bathroom, peeled off the oversized tee I didn’t recognize, and stepped into the shower.The water was ice cold, but I let it hit me. Hard. I gasped at the first contact it had with my skin and then relaxed. The force of the water on my skin was all I wanted. Somehow, it made me feel anew, like it could scrub away his touch
Alexander Everything was fine until Derrick burst into my office with Mom right behind him. That was never a good sign.“We’ve got a serious problem,” Derrick snapped, slamming a report on my desk.I skimmed it quickly—efficiency down, losses rising. A slow bleed that could kill us fast.“You’ve got to be kidding.”“I wish,” he muttered, pacing. “I’ve been trying to contain the fallout for hours. It’s spreading.”My stomach clenched. If this leaked, the media would feast. Investors would flee. We could lose everything our father built in a split second. I couldn’t even say what I thought, not when the spoiled brother is here with mother. “We need a merger,” Katherine Weillman said, speaking for the first time. Her voice was tight, laced with action. “If we don’t act now, we’re finished.”She slid a business card across the table. I picked it up—and froze.Soph Kel.“Are you kidding me?” I chuckled. I turned to look at Derrick who had the most nonchalant grin. “What?”It couldn’t b







