Sharmaine woke up with the sunshine peeking through the window. The room was at peace, looking around to find the sleeping Ivan on the ground. Previously, the both of them had agreed that one should occupy the bed, and since Sharmaine was the one who had the load, she needed to use the bed.
Raising her head up, she scanned the room, hoping to find nanny, but she was not anywhere. Plus, her headaches and nausea triggered as she stepped out of the room. She felt her gag reflex as she rushed towards the sink whilst the doorbell rang. It was nanny, she thought.
She went downstairs, opening the door with her heavy body. The door slightly creaked as a woman appeared before her. "A-Alexandra?!"
It was the iron woman, who wore ridiculously fashionable clothing, herself entering the apartment. Sharmaine's eyes opened wide as Alexandra eyed her from top to bottom. Even she questioned her sudden presence.
She smirked, "So this is your true form," she said, "and your hiding place."
Sharmaine smiled. She did not know how to respond—how to explain. She felt her body shiver, not from the cold air that lingered, but from the presence of Alexandra towering over her. "I did not mean to deceive anyone."
"Everyone says that," Alexandra scouted the place, "You're here alone?"
Sharmaine shook her head. "Ivan's in the room. Sleeping."
Alexandra turned her head, then shifted her gaze to Sharmaine, who wore jammies that were clearly too big for her.
"Unbelievable," she said.
At the same time, Ivan came out of the room. He glanced at Alexandra and then rubbed his eyes out of surprise. "What are you doing here?"
Alexandra's eyes showed hostility upon the topless Ivan in front of her. His abs looked phenomenal, but seeing him together with Sharmaine disgusted her even though there were no visible markers from the both of them.
"Denzel wanted to meet this so-called Shawn."
The room screamed silence as the tension thickened upon Alexandra's words. Sharmaine's eyes widened as she placed her hand on her chest. Her heart pounded as her vision started to spin, gradually making her unstable.
"What? D-Denzel wanted to see me?"
Alexandra smirked. "Exactly."
A brief moment had passed, but Sharmaine felt her body lighten. Why did he want to see her? Glancing to Ivan, she suddenly thought that it might be impossible.
"Prism Hotel, tomorrow. You could come right?"
Sharmaine smiled. "I think," —she gazed towards Ivan, who gave a sharp stare— "I don't think I could come."
The atmosphere loosened a bit with Sharmaine standing silent as Ivan scooted over to escort Alexandra out of his apartment, leaving Sharmaine behind. The door clicked as Ivan pinned Alexandra. "Why did he want to meet her?" Danger filled every word he said.
Alexandra looked at him with disgust. "I also did not want to let him see her. I'll send you a good driver and I'll let you spy on them if you want."
No words came out of Ivan's mouth. He did not want to let Sharmaine out of his apartment, but if he did not, Denzel would most likely be suspicious.
"Fine."