Chapter 27
I lift my head and meet Alexander’s dark eyes. He’s pleased to have caught me red-handed.
“You entered my office without my permission!” he says with a nervous laugh. “I could kill you just for that.”
“I prefer asking forgiveness rather than permission.”
I give a slight smirk.
“You dropped the formal speech.”
“You let your hair down.”
No connection whatsoever.
He locks the office door and walks toward me with determination, stopping just inches from me. He towers over me, but I don’t back down. He speaks in a low voice:
“I didn’t want to reveal in front of the others that we know each other.”
“We don’t know each other, you and I. Don’t talk nonsense.”
“You were locked in a freezer with me. I also saved you from a rape attempt.”
“You’re in no position to call me a thief.”
“Why?”
He looks at me with a smug smile, pretending he doesn’t know what I’m talking about, even though I know he’s the one who did it.
“You broke into my place yesterday to steal my weapons!”
He fakes surprise.
“I was released this morning. It wasn’t me.”
“We both know you have good little dogs to do your dirty work.”
“You have no proof.”
“The note you left me proves it was you!”
“Was it signed ‘Alexander Graves? I don’t think so.”
His look shows how much he’s enjoying this. He wants to drive me crazy.
“You’re the only one who calls me ‘doll.’ Don’t take me for a fool.”
“That’s your proof? A nickname.”
I want to beat him up—or for him to get hit by a truck.
1 calm myself to avoid losing control. My hands are already damaged; no need to add more.
“Give me back my weapons, Alexander.”
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“Even if I had them, give me a good reason to return them.”
“They’re mine! That’s reason enough, isn’t it?”
“You just broke into my office to snoop through my stuff, and you think you can raise your voice at me?”
“I don’t give a damn about your stuff! All I want are the weapons!”
“Yet you infiltrated the same prison I was in to spy on me, didn’t you?”
“All I want are my weapons! Then I’ll leave and you can enjoy your shitty party with your shitty guests!”
He walks over to a shelf and grabs a pack of cigarettes. He puts one in his mouth and starts toying with it while watching me.
He takes a drag as I boil with anger and contempt for him.
“I don’t give a fuck about this party or any of these people.”
“In that case, you shouldn’t have organized it.”
“What you just said proves you’re nothing but an underling, not a leader.”
I frown. I admit my ego just took a serious hit.
He places his barely smoked cigarette in the ashtray, then blows the smoke to the side.
“Stop pretending like you can interpret the slightest of my words.”
“Is it so hard to admit that I’m much smarter than you?”
“What makes you think that?”
“I discovered your double game in prison. I stole your weapons.”
“At least you admit you have my weapons. Give them back.”
He gives a sly smile.
“I don’t feel like it.”
“You’re a millionaire. I don’t see what those weapons bring you!”
“You’re right. I’m extremely rich. But I want your weapons, which means I’m keeping them.”
I was about to pull the knife from my cleavage to threaten him, but he drew first and pointed a gun right at the middle of my chest.
I sigh in frustration, then lower my hands to my hips, shooting him a deadly glare.
“Keep your hands where I can see them. It’ll stop you from doing anything stupid.”
I raise my hands in the air. With a big, arrogant smile, he points his gun lower and lower until it’s aimed at my reproductive
organs.
“If anything happens to me, you’ll have my father to deal with.”
Another lie spilling from my mouth. Khalid would never risk becoming Alexander’s enemy to protect or avenge me.
“If I shoot there, it’d be a gift to the world. Who would want to have kids with you?”
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I hold back from insulting him.
“You’re making a big mistake threatening me.”
“Let me explain something, I seriously advise you to engrave in that little skull of yours.”
He waves his gun like it’s a toy, even though it’s loaded.
“If I ever feel the need or desire to blow your head off, I won’t hesitate for even a second. Anyone who’s not happy about it can lay their balls in front of me.”
I feel powerless. I’d barely have time to reach for one of my weapons before he’d pull the trigger.
“All I want are my weapons. Give them back without making a scene, and you’ll never hear from me again.”
He’s despicable. I’m lowering myself to begging for what’s mine when he’s the one who stole it.
“Why don’t you go cry to daddy so he can come get them back?”
He pisses me off with his sarcastic smile, talking to me like I’m a ten-year-old who needs her dad to handle her problems.
“Admitting you got your weapons stolen would mean admitting you were careless, right?”
My blood boils-his remark is painfully accurate.
I’d never tell Khalid that Alexander stole the weapons I was responsible for. I’d rather give all my savings to Mark to make up for it than let my father find out the truth.
I look at Alexander’s weapon, now pointed at my mouth, the metal touching my lips. The cold contact sparks a wave of fear in my body.
“If I shoot here, it’ll finally shut your damn mouth. It’s probably the only way to silence you for good.”
“Shoot.”
I’m far from stupid enough to underestimate him, but all I have left is my pride.
“You reek of fear, doll. I can read you like an open book.”
His words unsettle me. My heart rate spikes, even though it shouldn’t. I haven’t looked away from him since the start of our conversation, but now I’m forced to-his words are too destabilizing, and so is his stare.
“An Indian girl blushing for me? That’s a first, but I like it.”
“I’m Saudi, not Indian. And it’s because of how hot it is in this room, don’t think I’m blushing for you!”
“You always have an answer for everything, don’t you? A Saudi woman, very interesting.”
“I don’t know why I’m wasting my time with you. I just want what belongs to me.”
He lowers his gun and tucks it into the back of his suit. I eye him suspiciously. He picks up the glass on his desk and stares at me. He unlocks the door and motions for me to leave.
“I’m allowing you to leave the room.”
“Who do you think you are, seriously?”
“Consider yourself lucky I’m not carving my initials into your forehead with your blood. Now get out!”
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“I’ll get your head one day!”
I glare at him. I grab my bag, which I had placed on the desk, and my heels from the corner. Before leaving. I turn back one
last time:
“I’ll get my weapons back with or without your permission. If I have to spill your blood, I won’t hesitate.”
“Did I tell you your dress is stunning? I’m saying it now-and I’ll even add that I’d love to take it off you.”
I grab the door handle, biting my lip to stop myself from insulting him. I leave his office, slamming the door hard.
That guy is an unbelievably arrogant jerk and a complete asshole.
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