hapter 13
Alex leaned back on the couch, a smirk tugging at his lips as Zoe his girlfriend straddled him, her hands tangling in his hair. She kissed him deeply, biting at his bottom lip just hard enough to make him groan.
“Can we end this game already?” he murmured against her lips, his hands roaming her waist.
Zoe pulled back, a teasing smile on her face. “No, babe.”
Alex let out a frustrated sigh, leaning his head back as she kissed along his neck. “I missed you,” he said softly, though his words lacked real emotion.
“I’m sure you can manage,” Zoe replied, her tone light but firm. “Just get into her pants already. Why is it taking so long?”
He sat up abruptly, his hands falling to his sides as he looked at her with irritation. “Trust me, I’m not in a hurry to get into a Turner’s pants.”
Zoe threw her head back, laughing as if he’d just told the funniest joke in the world. “At least she’s not like her sisters,” she said with a sly grin. “You don’t have to worry about catching any STDs.”
Alex frowned, the distaste clear on his face. “That’s not funny, Zoe.”
She shrugged, unbothered. “We’re not backing down from this game, honey. We’re playing it to the end. Honestly, when did you start losing your edge? Since when does Alex Blackwell back down from a bet?”
“Since a Turner got involved,” he muttered, his voice dripping with disdain.
Zoe laughed again, brushing off his mood as if it didn’t matter. She leaned forward and grabbed her makeup kit from the coffee table. “Come on, sit still. Let me fix
you up.”
Alex sighed but let her dab concealer over the bruises on his face. He had a meeting with investors in two hours, and he couldn’t afford to look anything less than perfect. Not when the stakes were this high.
If he screwed this up, it wouldn’t just be his reputation on the line-it would be his mother and brother who suffered the
most.
By the time Alex arrived at the company, the bruises were completely hidden. He walked into the building with his usual air of authority, his steps purposeful and calculated.
His father caught sight of him from across the lobby and gave him a rare nod of approval. The gesture did nothing for Alex.
He stopped caring about his father’s approval a long time ago. Dude can shove it up his ass for all he cares
He avoided any attempt at any conversation with his father and headed straight to the boardroom where the investors were already waiting.
The meeting began promptly, and Alex’s demeanor shifted into something sharp and polished. He presented the proposal with ease, his confidence filling the room. Every word, every slide of the presentation was calculated to impress.
And it worked
By the time the meeting ended, the investors were sold. They signed the partnership contract without hesitation, and Alex could see the satisfaction in his father’s expression as he watched from the sidelines.
But Alex didn’t care.
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Chapter 13
He didn’t care about the praise, the money, or the fleeting look of pride in his father’s eyes. None of it mattered to him.
He walked out of the boardroom as soon as the papers were signed, already thinking about what came next.
He needed a drink.
And maybe something more, though Zoe had decided to punish him with her little games.
Fuck! He needs a good fuck
Alex sighed as he slid into his car, the familiar roar of the engine filling the silence. He didn’t want to go home, but he didn’t have much of a choice.
He drove back to the Blackwell estate, the weight of the day pressing on his shoulders.
But the moment he pulled into the driveway, his exhaustion was replaced by a surge of rage.
Then the thought of the bet rings in his head, fuck! He really really wish Zoe could have picked anyone else, anyone but a fucking fuck ass Turner.
He knows very well he can get this over with already if he puts a little bit more effort into it, I mean maybe he really should…
Alex is not blind he knows she wanted to get kissed, he saw it throughout the date, he saw how she looked at him.
This should be easy right?
He should get this over and done with….
