Theodore
Damn! This coffee. Why the fuck does she make it so good? It was so hard for me to contain my expression in front of her. Of course, I don't want to give her the idea that I like it. I can never give her satisfaction.
I heard a knock on the door and Anders came into my office.
“Why is Martha slacking off?” I fired immediately and he looked confused at me. Eyeing the coffee in my hand and then my face, he finally decided to say something.
“Did she not make the coffee well?” He asked, scratching his head.
“No. Actually she didn't make it at all. She is not present here in the first place.”
“Oh,” oh? That's all he has to say?
“Why wasn't I informed?”
“I'm not sure, Mr. Maxwell. I didn't know either. How did you get to know anyways? Who made you the coffee then?”
“Alina,” I gritted out.
“Oh. But I thought she made good coffee. The last time you had it, you liked it, didn't you?” That's the fucking problem! I don't want to like it. And if I have it more, then I'll grow addicted to this. “Did she not make it good this time?”
“Just-” I didn't know what to say. I actually wanted him to shut up. Because she made it perfect. That's why I hated it. God, I'm a twisted man. “Why did you come here?” I changed the topic.
“Mr and Mrs. Summers are throwing a formal party for their wedding anniversary. They sent an invitation. I thought I'd inform you since this could be a good opportunity to talk to them about the business collaboration you wanted to do with them.” I smirked, knowing this was the perfect opportunity for me to strengthen my relations with him. If he says yes to my proposal, it would give me a boost and definitely bring in more money. Nathan Summers, their son, was actually my competitor. But let's just say I have my ways of charming people and had his parents immediately on my side. This helped me become not only a shareholder of his company, but I also love the agitation and frustration on his face when his parents treat me more like a son than him. It's absolutely worth it. Plus, it's not my fault he is infamous for his high ranking on the scandal list. It's like he's way too immature to handle business. Mr and Mrs. Summers always compares his skills to me, obviously degrading him, and boy does it bring more satisfaction to me!
“Very well then,” this was the perfect time to throw my cards and gain even a better percentage of his company. Just some sweet words to his father and charming smiles to his mother, and I've got it.
“But-” Anders looked down at his hands suddenly, not meeting my eyes.
“But what?”
“The news traveled fast that you got married. And they have especially invited you and your wife, to, of course, meet her. Mr. Summers sent in his word personally that Mrs. Summers is excited about meeting the woman you have married.” Fucking hell. Just why can't I have things done my way? I groaned, rolling my eyes at their special request. All of a sudden, a sour expression marked my face. I knew it wouldn't please them if I didn't take Alina with me. And that is far from what I want.
“Leave,” I ordered Anders, and he obliged immediately. I rubbed my forehead with my fingers in hopes of getting rid of the sudden headache that had struck me. Just when will I get rid of this girl?
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I was about to leave early from work the next day since we had to attend the party, which Alina still had no clue about. I had told Anders to pick out a decent formal dress for her to wear, and I immediately regretted my decision to give him the task.
“You really do have a terrible choice. No wonder your wife hates your taste,” I scoffed, looking at the tablet screen that he handed to me. I swiped left, and kept swiping because none of the dresses he had shortlisted were up to the mark. We were going to attend a formal party, not a fucking club, for heaven's sake.
“Oh goodness. Remind me to never tell you to do this again.” Anders was double in age compared to me. He had seen my worst and my best days. He was the only one I was ever comfortable with and trusted blindly, especially since he was appointed for my care when I was twelve. Of course, dad was always busy with his business, and with mom never in the picture, he tried his best to make time for me, but couldn't. That's when Anders came in. He used to address me as ‘little master’ back then, but over the years I grew close. And no matter how pissed I am, he knows exactly what to do at what time. He takes all my mood swings and anger issues, and I'm thankful that he has been nothing but the best butler I could ever ask for. We had a bond, a weird one where I could scold him and he could scold me, but none took offense to it.
“Well, how the hell am I supposed to know what women are supposed to wear? There is a reason my wife never liked the dress presents that I gave her. I thought you already knew so don't call me out for that.” He sassed, folding his arms.
“Don't worry, I got my lesson. Take me to the mall now,” because my so-called wife still needs to look decent and I can't trust her choice. She should look good with me, like she is actually my wife.
After scrutinizing a number of dresses, my eyes finally fell on the one that I knew would look good. It was simple, yet elegant. A deep, low neck black spaghetti strap dress with a slit running down from the thighs area.
“Have a good look at this one, and get it packed. The next time I tell you to get a dress for her, make sure it matches this standard,” I told Anders.
“Of course, Mr. Maxwell,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes, and I glared at him. We wasted no time in getting home because I had no idea about how long Alina would take to get ready.
Alina “How's your mother?” I started the conversation as Martha and I were having lunch. “She is doing better, Miss Alina. Thank you for asking.” I nodded. I was about to continue the conversation when I heard footsteps in the house. Who was here at this time? My question was answered when Theodore appeared in the kitchen’s doorway, followed by Anders holding a bag. What was he doing here so early? Like always, he had his hands tucked in his dresspants and the same hard, stoic expression plastered on his face. He looked at me before his eyes fell on Martha. “Why wasn't I informed of you leaving before work hours?” I heard Theodore's hard voice, making Martha tremble and look down. “I did inform before leaving, Mr Maxwell,” she said timidly, looking at her feet. This obnoxious man was scaring her for no reason when I clearly told him that it was a family emergency. “Yeah? Who exactly?” He took a step forth to intimidate her further. Was he seriously doing this? For what reaso
Alina Silence enveloped us as I got into the luxurious Limousine. I swear, this guy was just so extra. We would have reached just fine in any small car to our venue. But now that I think about it, he wouldn't have a normal Toyota standing in his garage anyway. I had an idea it would be full of BMWs, Audis, Ferraris and Lambos. Is there any brand I'm missing? If yes, then add it to the list. I heaved a sigh, looking out of the window as the driver drove in silence. I felt Theodore’s gaze pinning me at intervals, since he was sitting beside me on the same seat, just with a little gap. But did I look back at him to let him know I was aware? No. I don't want to make things more awkward than they already are. Which still reminds me of my unanswered question. Why the heck did I have to go with him anyway? Guess I'll never know. The drive ended and I had no clue of my surroundings, of where we were currently. I was about to open the door, when I felt a hand grabbing my wrist and stoppi
Alina My cheeks were hurting from all the smiling I had done for the night and decided to take a break. Gosh, this woman could hardly get tired, and unfortunately for Thoedore's sake, I had to put up with her. I had finally learned that the party was to acknowledge their 30th wedding anniversary, so I congratulated her. She introduced me to a number of her friends, including the wives of some important business men and influential people I gave no two shits about. Finally, she introduced me to her son, Nathan. So that was the person Mr.Summers had mentioned earlier. He was one fine man with an alluring personality, but by the way he was smirking all the time, and trying to flirt with me, even after knowing I was a freaking married woman, there was no doubt he was a playboy. Soft music started paying and the irritating man opened his mouth to speak. “Care to have this dance?” Fuck. I really wished Mrs. Summers had not left me alone with him! “No actually. I can't really dance. A
Theodore This freaking woman! First she had to look like an enchantress in that dress, capturing every single man's attention in the hall in no time. And then she has the fucking audacity to go to a corner with my biggest enemy? Yes she looked fucking gorgeous in the gown! So much that I momentarily forgot to even respond or remember that I was angry at her at the time of leaving. She left me breathless! But that didn't mean I would let her ruin my plans for the night. I needed this deal with Mr.Summers. It was my final step to beat Nathan in his own fucking games. And all I needed was for my wife to not mess it up. It wasn't that I was jealous of the attention other men were giving. It was for the sake of my reputation! The media loves to talk and to create scandals for no reason. I couldn't bear to find one; my wife and my biggest rival. It would be a mess. Why the hell did she have to leave the hall all alone and come to this secluded area in the first place? If not Nathan, t
Alina I knew Theodore was an angry bull. But I didn't realize he would go to this extent. It was childish, but still I couldn't just stand and stare knowing his hand was bleeding. It was freaking dripping with blood. His knuckles were completely busted. I'm surprised he didn't even flinch as I applied the antiseptic to his skin. Instead, all this while, I just felt his hot gaze, pinning holes in my head. That had my stomach churning in nervousness. Knowing that you are being watched, every move you make is being thoroughly observed would send anybody's nerves on wrack. Especially if it included standing close to a raging bull like Theodore Maxwell. This man had serious anger issues. By now, I'm pretty sure he was deprived of mother's care and attention. Not to be judgemental or anything, but that's just my way of coping with people who are walking volcanoes. Yep, mommy surely didn't love him enough to turn him into a good boy. That's why his pants are always on fire. I suppressed a g
Theodore“What the fuck is this? Do you have eyes or buttons? Who filled out these quotations? And this is how you proofread any work before handing it over to me?” Everything was a disaster! Don't know for what reason, I was more agitated than I had ever been. I was just barking orders, and my assistant was hot on his toes going back and forth with a number of documents I solved at him. “Get this shit fixed now!” “Yes Mr. Maxwell,” he said before running out of the office. Why the fuck was I feeling so hot? Taking off my coat, I tossed it on the couch before loosening my tie. Picking up the telephone, I dialed my assistant’s extension yet again. “Get me a coffee on your way back,” I didn't wait for him to respond back before harshly slamming it back. I squeezed my eyes shut, rubbing my forehead to release some tension. But did it help? Absolutely not. A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door and told the person to come in, knowing it would be my assistant. “Here's your co
Alina“He's got a pretty high fever after not giving his body a rest for days. Not the first time this has happened. I suggest you kindly take care of his meals and try to get him to eat at least three times a day. He's been skipping meals a lot. Moreover, see that he takes proper rest and sleep. It would be good if Mr. Maxwell works from home for the next few days and tries not to strain himself too much,” I kept nodding at the doctor as Anders stood taking notes. “These are the medicines he should take for the next 48 hours, and he'll be better.” “Thank you Dr. Henry,” I nodded once again. “Anders, please get Dr. Henry dropped at his home safely, and get these medicines on the way back.” I handed him the prescription paper. “Of course, Miss Alina,” he nodded before moving out. Sighing, I turned to face the sleeping figure of Theodore. He looked so calm and peaceful. Exactly the opposite of what he is in real life; a hurricane. Should I wake him up now? I looked at the soup I had
Alina “Can you help me?” “With what?” This time I turned around with a frowning face?” “To change?” I was sure I turned the shade of a cherry. My eyes widened at his response. He did not just say that, did he? “What?” “I mean, can you get my clothes from the wardrobe? I really don't feel well. You know, dizzy and lethargic,” right, calm down, Alina. Get your mind out of the gutter! He was just asking for help to get his clothes. Not actually help him change. “Sure,” I nodded. “Do you want anything specific?” “Anything comfortable would do. When you walk into the wardrobe, the left side is dedicated to all the sweats and t-shirts.” “Right,” I quickly moved to the sliding wardrobe and was amazed at how organized it was. I slid the door of the first cupboard to the left, making my cheeks burn instantly at the sight of his boxers. Oops, definitely not this one. Sliding the door open to the next one, I sighed in relief when I saw some trousers and shirts. I don't know why