Meanwhile, Alex was standing on the balcony, his gaze fixed on the beautiful view before him. Had he wanted he could have used his Erotic Phermone to bed Alana and even blackmail her or destroy her life but releasing a tape, but that would be too easy... Too short and merciful.
"I will make you feel how I felt when your daughter betrayed me. You, mother-daughter pair seemed to be enjoying my money. I will take everything back with interest. And by the time you realize, you would be already licking my feet and begging for mercy. After that, it will be Alica's turn," Alex mumbled with a smirk.
"Hey," Jessica came and hugged him from behind, "You look tense. You wanna talk... Maybe get some pressure off your chest."
"Humm... Have I ever told you about my ex-girlfriend?" Alex asked with an uneasy smile.
Jessica frowned slightly at his change of topic, "No... What happened? She cheat on you?"
"Hahaha," Alex bursts out in laughter.
"What? You cheat on her? Or did she not agree to you having multiple relationships," Jessica questioned out of curiosity.
"Oh, no, nothing like that. Back then I was a scrawny kid with nasty scars. You remember that Red Hulk incident back at the square mall?" Alex asked.
"Yeah. Many people died that day," Jessica replied.
"Yeah, well, I was one of those people. Here," Alex said as he pulled out a shirtless picture of himself from the past and showed it to Jessica. There was a nasty scar on the right side of his face, running straight down to his abdomen.
As Jessica's eyes fell upon the shirtless picture of Alex, her expression shifted from curiosity to a mix of surprise and sympathy. The sight of the scar that marred his once youthful face painted a vivid picture of the pain he had endured.
"Oh my god, Alex," Jessica gasped, her voice filled with genuine concern. "I had no idea. That scar... it must have been a traumatic experience for you."
Alex nodded, his gaze distant as he recalled the fateful day. "It was more than just a scar, Jess. It was a turning point in my life. The so-called heroes, they labeled me as collateral damage and dismissed my suffering as insignificant. I spent months in a coma. When I woke up, I was left with a weak body and scars. However, that same week, I won consecutive jackpots. I had all the money I needed to support my family, but I didn't..."
Jessica noticed that Alex's grip on the metal railings of the balcony has crushed it. She grabbed Alex's hand, trying to calm him somehow.
"I feared. With such scars and a broken body, I feared that... I... I would never... It... It was like a... you see... I wanted to enjoy my life to the fullest. It was like I was... After facing death but an inch, I knew life was too short... I wanted to party, enjoy, drink, have sex, you know. I feared that I won't have enough time if death comes for me again," Alex stuttered. He took a few seconds and continued, "So, I gathered up the courage, bought a big house, and a car, and then I confessed to my crush. She agreed... I was so blinded back then that I didn't notice her fake smile. I was happy to know that there is someone who loves this broken man. I was on the high moon back then..."
Jessica listened patiently as Alex recounted his painful past, her heart breaking for him as she realized the extent of his suffering. She squeezed his hand gently, offering him the support he needed.
"But then, she betrayed me. She hypnotized me and stole everything away from me. Bitch even sold me for some money. I was devastated, Jess. I felt like I was nothing but a tool for her to use and throw away," Alex continued, his voice laced with bitterness.
Jessica hugged him tightly, trying to comfort him as best as she could. "I'm so sorry, Alex. No one deserves to go through that kind of pain."
"But then thanks to her, I met Harley. She used some weird drugs on me that changed my life. Thanks to her I am what I am today. The scars were gone, my weak body changed, and I have more than enough money to support my family. But no matter what I did or how much I earned, that mark of betrayal... It remained grafted in my heart. And now, finally, I have found that bitch's mother," Alex said with venom dripping from every word. He pulled away from Jessica slowly, a murderous glint in his eyes.
"Alex!" Jessica grabbed his shoulders, "Don't do something you'll regret!"
She tried to reason with him but he just chuckled coldly and shook her hands off his shoulder, "Ah! Don't worry, Jess. I ain't gonna kill them. I could have done so as soon as I saw her. Nope, that will be too easy. I will just repeat the same thing they did to me plus add the interest."
"What are you planning, Alex?" Jessica asked with a concerned look.
"Oh, nothing much. As I have said, I am gonna repeat what I faced. You will know when the time comes. But don't worry, just like Alica did everything legally, I too am gonna do things legally. So, don't try to do anything or get in my way. This is my revenge and I will see it to the end. And no one can stop me, they will suffer," Alex stated firmly, his eyes gleaming dangerously at Jessica before he vanished without another word.
...
As the afternoon sun bathed Alana's yacht in a golden glow, her phone buzzed with an incoming call. It was Vincent, the enigmatic figure who had sparked both curiosity and desire within her. With a mix of anticipation and eagerness, she answered the call, her voice laced with a subtle charm.
"Vincent, it's a pleasure to hear from you," Alana greeted, her tone warm and inviting. "How has your day been?"
Alex, maintaining his disguise as Vincent, reciprocated her enthusiasm. "Likewise, Alana. My day has been eventful, filled with new ventures and exciting opportunities. But I must admit, hearing your voice adds a certain charm to it all."
A soft chuckle escaped Alana's lips, her voice tinged with a hint of playfulness. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Vincent. I must say, you have piqued my curiosity since our last encounter. I find myself yearning for a more private conversation, away from prying eyes. Would you be interested in joining me on my yacht?"
There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, a moment of consideration before Vincent responded, his voice low and filled with intrigue. "Alana, your invitation intrigues me. It seems our desires align. I would be delighted to join you on your yacht. Let's make it an evening to remember."
A small smile spread across Alana's face at this prospect, a light blush tinting her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. "Tonight, then." With that, the line disconnected and left Alana with one thought in mind. She was curious to see just how far their desire for each other would run.
As the call ended, Alana's mind buzzed with anticipation. Tonight held the promise of a new chapter, a chance to explore the depths of desire with the enigmatic Vincent White. With a determined glint in her eyes, she set to work, making preparations to ensure that the evening would be nothing short of extraordinary.
The gentle breeze caressed her skin as she strolled along the deck of her yacht, her thoughts consumed by the upcoming rendezvous. The sun began its descent, casting an ethereal glow across the horizon, signaling the arrival of twilight.
Alana summoned her crew, instructing them to transform the yacht into a haven of sensuality and luxury. Soft, ambient lighting was carefully arranged, casting a seductive aura upon every corner. Exquisite floral arrangements adorned the tables, their intoxicating fragrance mingling with the salty ocean air.
As the evening approached, Alana found herself immersed in a whirlwind of preparations aboard her yacht. The crew bustled about, attending to every detail, ensuring the setting would be perfect for her rendezvous with Vincent. However, amidst the chaos of her surroundings, a moment of introspection seized her.
Lost in her thoughts, Alana's gaze wandered across the expansive deck of her yacht. A forgotten feeling stirred deep within her chest, challenging the motives that had guided her life thus far. She had pursued success relentlessly, driven by ambition and the pursuit of material wealth. But in that moment, a nagging question echoed through her mind—what had she truly done for herself?
The allure of Vincent's connections and the potential they held for her career had enticed Alana. Yet, as she reflected upon her actions, a sense of dissatisfaction clouded her thoughts. Money and deception had been her tools, but she questioned if she had truly invested in her own happiness and fulfillment.
In the privacy of her cabin, Alana stood before the mirror, meticulously selecting her attire for the evening. She chose a gown that hugged her curves in all the right places, the deep neckline and slit showcasing her confidence and allure. The fabric, adorned with intricate lace and shimmering sequins, captured the essence of elegance and seduction, "Fuck! What the hell am I doing?" She sat on the chair with a sigh, holding her head.
Alana's initial inclination was to select something seductive, designed to captivate and entice. However, a wave of introspection swept over her, causing her to pause. She wanted to present herself authentically, stripped of the superficial masks she had adorned for years.
Instead, Alana chose an outfit that exuded elegance and sophistication, emphasizing her inner strength and grace rather than relying on mere seduction. She realized that the path she had taken had brought her to this moment, but it was time to redefine her journey and prioritize her own happiness.
As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow upon the waters surrounding her yacht, Alana's heart pulsed with a newfound sense of self-awareness. Tonight would be different. Tonight, she would not only seek to secure her career but also to discover her own desires, dreams, and aspirations. With a renewed spirit and a flicker of anticipation, she embraced the path that lay ahead, ready to explore the uncharted territories of her own soul.
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