bottle the entire time, he didn't appear inebriated, and even from a distance, I could smell the alcohol on him. There was something very...scary about him. And as

ay," she said, stepping closer to him and sliding her hand around his arm while sensually dragging her nails up towards his bicep. To conduct my routine pedicure and other things, you know, so..." Alexander interrupted Celine before she could finish her statement and threw the pocket-alcohol bottle against the closest wall mirror. "Enough!" I shook my hands violently, breathing trembled, and closed my eyes in terror as his booming voice reverberated across the room. "I have not spent two million dollars on her just for some of your fucking pedicure and stupid stuff that you can do on your own," he said. Because you are aware of the potential implications, stay in your lane. Celine's expression was hidden by shock, and she recoiled a few paces. "She is mine to use; I purchased her. I own her." With a death gaze on her face, he said, "Go to your fucking room now. In the present moment!" He gave an order. She sped up the stairs without even waiting a second, and before she could leave our sight, she gave me an odd glance that betrayed a deeper, more profound, unfathomable hatred. Alexander let out a deep breath, the anger still visible on his face, and the blue veins next to his neck stood up like one more piece of evidence. His quietness unnerved me. And the maid appeared to realise that it was not the best idea to watch him get angry while standing there. "Let's go," She helped me head up the stairs and out of the hall while whispering to me. However, the pair of eyes behind my head that belonged to my partner remained visible and unblinking. ***** While the maid scrubbed and cleansed my body, I sat there in the hot tub, unmoving and lost in a jumble of thoughts. I realised that this new mood would not continue, even though it was somewhat serene after spending so many days in that inferno. Tears welled up in my eyes again at the memory of Alexander 's hateful eyes for me. "How is Celine related to the Alpha?" The only thing I had spoken up to that point was the question, therefore I found myself asking it. "Oh...she's his mistress." She responded. He's got a mistress. A sharp ache shot through my chest, knotting in the middle and made breathing difficult. It hurt to think that he was seeing someone else. After only a few hours of meeting my partner, he had already demonstrated that he was not even interested in seeing my face, therefore I didn't