Mr. CEO's Mistress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

ALICE'S POV “ I didn't know you could do this too Kitten. You never fail to grab my attention. ” His voice was the same velvety harsh whisper that managed to send shivers down my spine and his touch still burned my skin with a type of fire that I unconsciously wanted to possess. This time...All my strength was truly gone. My knees were weak and my heart was beating in my throat. What was he doing here? I was suddenly conscious of everything. His hot breaths hitting my ear. His surprisingly warm thumb slowly making imaginary shapes on my elbow. His warmth that was seeping through my back. “ Wh-What are you doing here? ” I whispered doubting that my broken voice even reached his ears. “ I came to see. ” His reply came shortly making my breath hitch. Sweat started coating my body. If I stayed like this, I was surely going to faint. Stepping forth, I felt his hands slipping away from my arms leaving my skin prone to coldne

ALDER'S POV I saw as Alice fell down hitting her head hard on the floor. She mumbled something inaudible when her eyes lost their focus on me and rolled back. Still standing on my spot, my eyes moved to the man standing in front of me just a few steps away. He rushed to get to Alice who was lying unconscious on the floor. What a tragic sight! They both were fools. I still watched silently as that Archer sat down on his knees beside her unconscious figure and patted her face a little. Expressions of worry could be seen clearly on his face. Shaking my head, I finally stepped forth and Archer's eyes shot up to meet mine. “ Step back. I will take her with me. ” I hissed and Archer stared at me for a moment before standing up. He glared at me hard with his observing green eyes which made me realize something. He was assuming that I was the one who was with Alice these days. What a shitty thought! Sneering in my mind

ALICE'S POV He did not pick up. I was not really expecting for him to pick up my call and talk to me. So when he did not pick up, I called Alder whose number was also saved in the phone conveniently. I asked him if I could go. He told me that I could go wherever I wanted and I did not need to ask for permission. His boss, Damien would call me whenever he wanted and I had to come then. I had hanged up on him after hearing this. I had to go whenever he wanted, wherever he wanted me to come. This made me feel like I was really a Prostitute now. With these thoughts, I knew I would never be able to breathe so I pushed them at the back of my mind once again. Just until my father was alive. I had to do all of this just until my father was alive. I kept reminding myself the same thing. So now, I was all ready. I dressed up in the first red party gown I saw. It was a mermaid long dress which hugged my curves perfectly. In the n

ALICE'S POV Damien. He was gazing in my eyes. His face was unreadable yet I could notice the underlying hardness in his expressions. He was pissed off. More than usual. I gulped, my eyes denying to leave his. I tried to push Archer away and go to him. To explain that it was not what it might have seen like but Archer did not even budge. Gritting my teeth, I detached my eyes from Damien's steely grey orbs and glared at Archer instead. “ Leave me. ” I hissed coldly but he looked unphased. In my whole life, I would never see someone as self absorbed as Archer. My heart was beating so fast that I was sure it would explode and the thought that Damien was watching us made me nauseous. When he did not move, I glanced in Damien's direction again but the spot was empty. He was not there anymore. He was gone. My breath hitched as my eyes looked around to see if he was still there s

ALICE'S POV When I woke up in the morning, he was gone. I was relieved or I would have felt more suffocated than I already did. Forcing myself, I set out for the hospital. I had to check up on my father to see how he was doing. And then there was my mother... She must be waiting for me with insults after insults piled up in her mind that she would throw at me, the moment I was going to face her. Sometimes, I wanted to scream at her that she had to no right of ever insulting me. She did not own the right to shame me when she was no better herself but something stopped me every time. It was Responsibility. Responsibility of being a daughter to not break her mother's heart. I really did not want to hurt her because in the end Claudia Anderson was my mother. Nothing could change that fact. It was not hard to find my father's room when I asked about him on the reception desk. Finally, he had a room.