Six

Alfred's POV

“How dare she hit me?” I muttered as I slammed my hands on the desk furiously.

In my 25 years of living, no one has ever raised their hands to me… not even my parents. Where did this deranged woman come from?

Oh no! I cannot take this lying down whatsoever. I am going to teach her a very good lesson that she would not forget in a hurry.

But first of all, who was she?

First she was at my house and now she was at my work? If she was a stalker then she should be worshipping the ground I walk on… her violent attitude confused me.

I huffed and shook my head before returning to my seat. I am a popular business tycoon that most people would kill to be in the same room with. She was too insignificant to get me all worked up like this. I will leave the investigation to Mark instead, he should be able to find out who she was with her details that must have been taken during her interview.

I sent a quick text to Mark and went back to face my laptop screen. There was so much work to do in this branch and I have to get them up to speed before the annual business conference.

The door suddenly opened, cutting me off from thoughts. The manager stepped in looking a little flustered and confused. “Erm… Sir, I just saw the new secretary storm out without a word… is everything al..alright?”

I looked at her briefly and responded in a curt tone. “You tell me! So any crazy person can just walk in here and get a job? Is this how bad this branch has fallen?”

I could see her shake in fear from the corner of my eyes but I didn't care. Most people find me strict and intimidating but to me, that was the only way to get people to listen and command respect.

“I..I’m sorry sir, I…’’ she stammered but I interrupted with a gesture of my hand.

“No need for pointless excuses. She is fired so get me another secretary… a good one this time” I instructed.

She hesitated before bowing slightly, “Okay sir. Sorry for the inconveniences once again”

She left soon after and I returned back to work. But the more I tried to concentrate, the thought of that wretch wouldn't leave my mind. She infuriated me to bits but somehow I couldn't forget the taste of her which infuriated me even more.

“Fuck!” I cussed and got up from my seat. Perhaps it was this office making me restless, I needed some fresh air or maybe a drink or too. It would be my first time skipping work like this.

I got up and left the office to a five star restaurant I usually frequented. It was not too far from the office so I arrived in less than 30 minutes and I was ushered in specially as a VIP.

“My usual please” I said as the waitress came to my table and she nodded in understanding.

I was scrolling through my phone as I waited and that was when a pair of heels came into my line of sight.

“Mr Alfred, you are here… it's so nice to see you” a familiar pitchy voice greeted me as I raised my head to see who it was.

Shit! Camila Alves

Her makeup filled face brightened and she squealed, bouncing on her feet like a child. “Fancy meeting you here, luck must be on my side today” she added before I could even say anything.

Too desperate, as usual.

“Hello Camila. It has been a while, hasn't it?” I greeted her, forcing myself to be a little more polite.

“Indeed. It's been almost a year since we parted ways after our date and you never called. I sent you tons of messages and you didn't respond, what happened?” she asked, her mouth in a whiny pout.

What happened was that I was too disgusted to call and I ignored your message on purpose to avoid you.

Of course I didn't say that, I lied instead, “Oh, I lost my phone and contacts. And with business, I have been too occupied”

She eyed me for a few seconds before grinning and taking a seat at my table uninvited.

“Well, better late than never, let's exchange contacts and maybe continue from where we left off” she smirked and passed me her phone.

I resisted the urge to say “I'd rather not” instead I nodded reluctantly and took her phone to put in one of my phone numbers.

She was lucky that she was the only daughter of the Alves conglomerate that I partnered with, else I wouldn't care to be polite.

Once we had exchanged numbers, the waitress had returned with my meal; it was steak and a glass of wine.

“Since I am here, how about I eat with you, we could catch up” Camila chipped in and turned to the waitress, “Get me what he's having” she ordered.

To think I was coming out for fresh air and now this. Didn't she have anywhere to be?

I smiled forcefully and focused on my food instead, the faster I finished this the faster I got to leave.

Her order was brought to the table and she dived in while trying to make small talk with me to which I was greatly displeased.

“I heard of your contract marriage from my father. It will be over soon right?” she asked.

I frowned, only both families involved knew about it so how did she know?

“How did he know that?” I asked.

“You know our fathers are friends, yours told him when my father proposed we get married” she answered, pushing her blonde hair behind her ear and blushing sheepishly. If she was going for a cute look then that was definitely not it.

My frown deepened. My father wasn't supposed to do that and another marriage proposal? You've got to be kidding me!

I was thinking of speaking with my Dad when my phone pinged. It wasn't my business phone, it was from a burner one that I usually use for personal pleasures.

A message had come in, one that had me pleasantly surprised. I might have just gotten the perfect solution to ease my mind. A sinful one at that…