All Chapters of BURNING FOR MY EX'S CEO COUSIN: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Alani LaneI heaved a sigh, looking at my wristwatch, then at the incomplete weekly report on the computer screen. It was exactly two and a half hours past the usual work office time. I rolled my shoulders, the muscles stiff and tight from hours of sitting behind a computer. Even my fingers were protesting from typing page after page and filling multiple tables. Two empty cups of coffee lay on the table behind the computer, but at the rate I was going, I needed an additional one, maybe something stronger to help me keep up the pace."What are you still doing here?" Julian, the head of the Global Markets Expansion and my director, asked, leaning on the door frame. "It's way past the working hours."I let out a sigh, rubbing the back of my neck to release the tension. "I have to finish the monthly report before I leave," I responded, resuming typing even though what I wanted was to switch off the computer or lie on the desk."You can finish it after the wedding," he pointed out. "Plus,

Alani LaneI swallowed hard, forcing puffs of air into my lungs as my heartbeat thundered in my ears. "I'm not drunk," I mumbled under my breath, the words coming slower than I intended. The hallway tilted just slightly, and for a second or two, I stumbled forward before I regained my footing."Right," Alexander Voss said flatly. "You can't even stand straight without swaying." He indicated with his hand, his eyes sweeping over me.I straightened, or at least tried to. "I'm just... a littl-e tipsy," I argued, letting out a hiccup. With a shake of his head, he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the club space, where the bass made the floor vibrate and the neon lights threatened to blind me."Ma'am!" The bartender called, waving his hands in the air. "Your bill," he reminded, over the booming bass, placing a receipt on the counter. Voss sighed, let go of my hand and pulled out his wallet. As he walked over to pay my bill, another image of Shane gripping my mother's hips as he slammed

Alexander Voss POV The moment the jet touched down in Miami, back home, exactly at 7.40 P.M., my phone rang, my father's name flashing on the screen. "Come to my place now," my father said without even a greeting. "It's urgent," he added and hung up without giving me a chance to respond. My father never called unless it was about one thing...the Voss Empire. I stared at the screen for a moment, my jaw tight, then turned toward Alani. She was gathering her things quietly across the cabin, her whole body tense. I had stolen a few glances at her during the flight, and each time she would be either wiping a tear or two or staring into space, deep in thought. I had not brought up the sudden kiss after the meeting or her behaviour the previous night. Even though, for some reason, I could still feel the softness of her lips on mine and the feeling of her boobs against my body. "You're off for the remaining days of the week," I told her, stopping my thoughts about her from wandering. She