Alexander From Young Hearts Novels & Stories

Alexander was talking to the young man, but only himself could hear. Alexander abhorred people who had the habit of smoking, whether it was a man or a woman. He didn’t want to smell their breaths, but Dylan’s? The mixture of his natural scent with cigarettes was pleasant, and that confused him. He quickly looked away from the young man’s slightly parted lips. He wasn’t drunk to be attracted to a man. But if it was Dylan? “Ah, f*ck! I really need to get you fired from your job before I become crazy over you!” Alexander muttered. He quickly turned his back on the still sleeping young man.

‎ ‎Now she understood, behind the cold Alexander was someone so passionate, affectionate, was actually the most loving. ‎To be Continued..... ‎ ‎

“You never had me in the first place.” He stepped closer. “That’s where you’re wrong.” Evelyn’s breath caught as he stopped just in front of her. The fire painted him in gold and shadow, his eyes dark with everything unspoken between them. “You may not be her,” he said softly, “but you carry her heart. And whether you believe it or not, it beats for me.” She swallowed hard, anger and something dangerously tender rising inside her. “That’s not love, Alexander. That’s obsession.”

I touched his chest again, right over his heart. "Your hands may be stained with blood, Alex. But your heart... your heart is pure when it comes to love. You are not a monster. You are a man who had to become strong to survive. And I love you. I love every part of you. I love the scars. I love the pain. I love the power. I love everything." Tears welled up in Alexander's eyes. This cold, hard, terrifying Mafia Boss... was crying. Because of my words.

Jack walked over to the bed and she followed slowly. Up close, she could see the younger version of Jack. Alexander was drop dead gorgeous, he was beautiful in fact. Long eyelashes caressed the lids, a long, pointed nose and small, full lips. No doubt he would be the center of attention of women. " Uh... Alex is... a bit sick, just so you know " He said quietly, looking uneasy. " Sick? How do you mean? " She probed. " Uh... He was involved in a big, terrible accident 3 years back and had not been himself since then ".

Her chest started heaving up and down heavily as the monitor indicated disturbances in her heartbeat followed by slow beeping sounds simultaneously coming and going. Alexander shot to his feet as he yelled for doctors. His beard was glistened in tears as the man felt fear. Before he could leave to yell for the doctors the girl grasped his hand. He tried to put the oxygen mask back. The girl smiled angelic as a single precious tear fell from her eye and disappeared into her hairline. Squeezing his hand one last time the girl croaked. "H-app-y m-marriage a-aniversary A-lexan-der...."

She finally said it, her voice cracking as tears slipped down her cheeks. Seeing her like this stirred something deep inside him. A sharp ache tightened in his chest. Alexander slowly released her hands and stepped back as she continued speaking through quiet sobs. Memories suddenly flooded back into his mind. A young girl, about five years old, sitting on the roadside. Crying uncontrollably beside an injured boy who looked no older than eight. Alexander suddenly clenched his chest. His breathing became uneven. What was happening to him? Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as the pain became unbearable.

“I know. But I’ll be honest with you. I think that this whole mess between you and Alexander was bound to reach its peak at some point.” I stepped back to wipe the corners of my eyes. “Really?” “Oh, yes. There was too much that had gone unsaid between the two of you and it needed to come out,” she explained. “Alexander, as you’ve well uncovered, is an insanely difficult man at times. But underneath that stoney mask is someone with a very big heart.” “I don’t know what to make of him,” I said. “Every time I think we’re making progress, there’s something that happens which immediately causes us to take several steps back...I saw him last night. We spoke.”

I pressed my palm to my chest, as if my heart were trying to escape. “She cried,” I said frantically. “I heard her cry and then they took her and then they said—” “They said what Damian paid them to say,” Alex replied quietly. I shook my head violently. “No. No, no, no—” “Elena,” he said firmly, gripping my wrist. “Look at me.” I did. His eyes were wet. Alexander Hart did not cry. “She’s alive,” he said. “She’s healthy. She’s three years old.”

Felix commented, his tone disapproving. “I will change her with my love,” Alexander said, sipping his drink thoughtfully. “With your love? Have you fallen for her? But it’s surprising to see the great Alexander, who has all the girls at his beck and call, in love,” Felix mocked. “I’m not interested in those girls anymore. I’ve found the one my heart yearns for,” Alexander confessed, his eyes reflecting his sincerity. “ I heard that you guys fought, I believe she won’t accept you” Felix giggled.