Theodore
I was fucking exhausted. My blood boiled thinking I was still not the sole owner of the company I had invested my blood and sweat in. Just thinking that it would take three more fucking months was enough to send me over the edge all over again. I took deep breaths after firing a few orders to the gate staff. I really need to calm myself down before I kill someone.
"Mr, Maxwell," one of the guards bowed down before me as I slumped on the couch in the living room. "I just wanted to inform you that Mr. Roosevelt visited earlier." What the fucking was that lousy rat doing here? Did I not make it clear that I didn't want his presence in my place? Was it not enough that I already had one of his offspring strolling in my house like she is the fucking queen here?
"Why?" My mood was already sour, I didn't need that fucker to make it worse. But curious is what my mind is. And the urge to keep my eyes open and know everything happening in my vicinity was hard to ignore.
"He came to visit Miss Alina," ah! So the father and daughter are up to something. I wonder what. I smirked knowing how much fun I will have destroying them both.
"You can go," he nodded before leaving. They actually thought I would not get to know about their little meetup? My guards are fucking loyal, that's one thing I made sure before assigning them their duties.
I went to my room to hit a quick shower before coming back down for dinner. I was starving. The workload today was on another level. And I didn't have time to eat anything the whole day, apart from the little breakfast I had in the morning before leaving.
I made my way to the dining hall, which was quiet, like every other day. I prefer having my meal alone. Having people around is a big nuisance. Martha came in quietly, before placing everything on the table, and leaving after a bow.
Tarragon steak and fries? How lovely, I scoffed. I don't hate steaks, but I'm not fond of it either. I was more on the Italian side of cuisine. Do my chefs not know? I rolled my eyes before cutting through the meat anyway. I was too hungry to complain anyway. I had the first bite, and for some weird reason, it felt oddly nice. Did we hire a new chef? Well, whoever that was, he or she had a great sense of flavor to make me like a steak.
Maybe it was the hunger or the delightful taste of the sauce, but I finished the plate in seconds. This was the best steak I've had so far.
Martha came in after a few minutes to check up if I needed anything, only to be left shocked, witnessing the empty plate before me. She eyed me curiously before moving to clean up the table.
I sat there observing her moves, drinking from my wine glass at intervals. "Who's the new chef?" My curiosity got the better of me. She looked up to meet my eyes, confusion marking her face.
"Huh?"
"Who made dinner?" I asked, clearing her confusion.
"Oh," she pondered over something. "Did you not like it, Mr. Maxwell? Would you like me to ask the chefs to prepare something else for you?"
"Why can't you guys just answer a simple question? Did I say I didn't like it?" She immediately nodded her head negatively. I just want to know if Anders has hired new staff. Because I have to do a background check myself to see if those people are trustworthy. For all I know, the chef could be working for my enemies and poison my food.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Maxwell. Actually, Miss Alina made dinner today. She wanted to eat steak today and insisted on making it herself. I can ask her not to, from next time if you don't like it." Alina? Why does she like to be in the kitchen all the time? Honestly, who cares? As long as she stays far from me, and doesn't give me any trouble.
"No, you don't need to do that. It's fine." I couldn't deny, she was good with her flavors. So who am I to say no to some good food for whatever time she is here for. Gotta make most of it, right? Martha nodded, before leaving quietly.
I sat there for a while, enjoying my wine, my mind listing up all the tasks I have to get completed before midnight. I was finally done and started heading to my office, when some giggling and chattering caught my attention. Chattering in this house? That too, coming from the kitchen? Just what exactly was going on?
I took light steps towards the kitchen, making sure of not being heard. Upon reaching my destination, I stood outside, observing the scene before me. Martha, two of my chef's, one of my guards and Alina were sitting comfortably on the table, enjoying dinner over some conversation that had them laughing. I observed as all of my staff looked carefree with Alina, a sight that I have never seen before, or even imagined to see. What the hell is this girl? Sitting with my staff? Seriously? Doesn't she have friends? What a loser. I sighed in annoyance, shaking my head. This girl really is weird.
I decided to leave them alone but stopped in my tracks when something reached my ears.
A melodic giggle.
I whipped my head to see it belonged to none other than Alina. She had her mouth covered as she tried to control the laugh that was threatening to bubble out of her, and eventually couldn't, when controlled giggles escaped her lips on something Martha said. I saw one of the chefs glaring at Martha, maybe for letting out an embarrassing secret of his.In that moment, she looked carefree. Like an innocent child who was told the best joke of her life. I stared at her curiously. She went on commenting about something in reply to what Martha said, but my ears didn't catch onto it. It was because my eyes were fixed on observing her movements.
I shook my head, snapping out of the spell casted by that bewitching she-devil. She is wrapping her claws around all of my people slowly. She has something planned. She definitely does! She wants to get to me, I know it. This facade of kindness she is putting up will not trap me! I will beat her and that sick excuse of her father I'm their own game.
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Alina The next day, I was surprised to see Millie in my room, shaking me brutally out of my sleep. "Wake up Alina! It's 2pm!" I heard her piercing voice as I rolled on my bed. "What the heck?" I groaned quietly, before clamping a pillow on top of my ears to cover them and block her shrilling voice. "Come on, Alina! It's the first time I came to meet you after your wedding, and this is how you welcome me?" "Well you should have called and given me a warning then," I mumbled to myself in my groggy voice, before sitting up on the bed. "What did you say?" She asked, holding her waist. "Nothing," I moved the comforter to get out of my bed before heading to the bathroom to freshen up. After quickly brushing my teeth and washing my face, I headed out to see her sprawled on the couch in my room, like she owned it. "I've got to say, this is one freaking comfortable couch. I could spend the rest of my life lying on it." I rolled my eyes at her comment. "But Alina?" God, when wil
TheodoreDamn! This coffee. Why the fuck does she make it so good? It was so hard for me to contain my expression in front of her. Of course, I don't want to give her the idea that I like it. I can never give her satisfaction.I heard a knock on the door and Anders came into my office.“Why is Martha slacking off?” I fired immediately and he looked confused at me. Eyeing the coffee in my hand and then my face, he finally decided to say something.“Did she not make the coffee well?” He asked, scratching his head.“No. Actually she didn't make it at all. She is not present here in the first place.”“Oh,” oh? That's all he has to say?“Why wasn't I informed?”“I'm not sure, Mr. Maxwell. I didn't kn
Alina “How's your mother?” I started the conversation as Martha and I were having lunch. “She is doing better, Miss Alina. Thank you for asking.” I nodded. I was about to continue the conversation when I heard footsteps in the house. Who was here at this time? My question was answered when Theodore appeared in the kitchen’s doorway, followed by Anders holding a bag. What was he doing here so early? Like always, he had his hands tucked in his dresspants and the same hard, stoic expression plastered on his face. He looked at me before his eyes fell on Martha. “Why wasn't I informed of you leaving before work hours?” I heard Theodore's hard voice, making Martha tremble and look down. “I did inform before leaving, Mr Maxwell,” she said timidly, looking at her feet. This obnoxious man was scaring her for no reason when I clearly told him that it was a family emergency. “Yeah? Who exactly?” He took a step forth to intimidate her further. Was he seriously doing this? For what reaso
Alina Silence enveloped us as I got into the luxurious Limousine. I swear, this guy was just so extra. We would have reached just fine in any small car to our venue. But now that I think about it, he wouldn't have a normal Toyota standing in his garage anyway. I had an idea it would be full of BMWs, Audis, Ferraris and Lambos. Is there any brand I'm missing? If yes, then add it to the list. I heaved a sigh, looking out of the window as the driver drove in silence. I felt Theodore’s gaze pinning me at intervals, since he was sitting beside me on the same seat, just with a little gap. But did I look back at him to let him know I was aware? No. I don't want to make things more awkward than they already are. Which still reminds me of my unanswered question. Why the heck did I have to go with him anyway? Guess I'll never know. The drive ended and I had no clue of my surroundings, of where we were currently. I was about to open the door, when I felt a hand grabbing my wrist and stoppi
Alina My cheeks were hurting from all the smiling I had done for the night and decided to take a break. Gosh, this woman could hardly get tired, and unfortunately for Thoedore's sake, I had to put up with her. I had finally learned that the party was to acknowledge their 30th wedding anniversary, so I congratulated her. She introduced me to a number of her friends, including the wives of some important business men and influential people I gave no two shits about. Finally, she introduced me to her son, Nathan. So that was the person Mr.Summers had mentioned earlier. He was one fine man with an alluring personality, but by the way he was smirking all the time, and trying to flirt with me, even after knowing I was a freaking married woman, there was no doubt he was a playboy. Soft music started paying and the irritating man opened his mouth to speak. “Care to have this dance?” Fuck. I really wished Mrs. Summers had not left me alone with him! “No actually. I can't really dance. A
Theodore This freaking woman! First she had to look like an enchantress in that dress, capturing every single man's attention in the hall in no time. And then she has the fucking audacity to go to a corner with my biggest enemy? Yes she looked fucking gorgeous in the gown! So much that I momentarily forgot to even respond or remember that I was angry at her at the time of leaving. She left me breathless! But that didn't mean I would let her ruin my plans for the night. I needed this deal with Mr.Summers. It was my final step to beat Nathan in his own fucking games. And all I needed was for my wife to not mess it up. It wasn't that I was jealous of the attention other men were giving. It was for the sake of my reputation! The media loves to talk and to create scandals for no reason. I couldn't bear to find one; my wife and my biggest rival. It would be a mess. Why the hell did she have to leave the hall all alone and come to this secluded area in the first place? If not Nathan, t
Alina I knew Theodore was an angry bull. But I didn't realize he would go to this extent. It was childish, but still I couldn't just stand and stare knowing his hand was bleeding. It was freaking dripping with blood. His knuckles were completely busted. I'm surprised he didn't even flinch as I applied the antiseptic to his skin. Instead, all this while, I just felt his hot gaze, pinning holes in my head. That had my stomach churning in nervousness. Knowing that you are being watched, every move you make is being thoroughly observed would send anybody's nerves on wrack. Especially if it included standing close to a raging bull like Theodore Maxwell. This man had serious anger issues. By now, I'm pretty sure he was deprived of mother's care and attention. Not to be judgemental or anything, but that's just my way of coping with people who are walking volcanoes. Yep, mommy surely didn't love him enough to turn him into a good boy. That's why his pants are always on fire. I suppressed a g
Theodore“What the fuck is this? Do you have eyes or buttons? Who filled out these quotations? And this is how you proofread any work before handing it over to me?” Everything was a disaster! Don't know for what reason, I was more agitated than I had ever been. I was just barking orders, and my assistant was hot on his toes going back and forth with a number of documents I solved at him. “Get this shit fixed now!” “Yes Mr. Maxwell,” he said before running out of the office. Why the fuck was I feeling so hot? Taking off my coat, I tossed it on the couch before loosening my tie. Picking up the telephone, I dialed my assistant’s extension yet again. “Get me a coffee on your way back,” I didn't wait for him to respond back before harshly slamming it back. I squeezed my eyes shut, rubbing my forehead to release some tension. But did it help? Absolutely not. A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the door and told the person to come in, knowing it would be my assistant. “Here's your co