Alexander sat in his study, unable to stop thinking about the elders' words and the events of that night after he saved Emma.
What was the New Vision?
"There's definitely someone or something after me," he muttered.
He let out a deep sigh, his fingers brushing against his lips as his mind drifted back to the soft, sweet taste of Emma's kiss.
Another sigh escaped him as he leaned his head back, her scent overwhelming his senses.
Emma was driving him insane, and he had no idea why.
"Fuck, Emma," he whispered. His hand moved lower, slipping into his pants, and a low groan rumbled from his throat
A haze of heat washed over him as memories of Emma flooded his mind. His body ached with longing, every thought of her igniting a fire deep within him. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as his hand moved slowly, teasing himself with every stroke. His breaths came in soft, uneven pants.
The tension coiled tighter inside him. He quickened his pace, his grip firm, his body strung taut with desire. His teeth sank into his lower lip, stifling a moan as the pressure built to an unbearable peak.
Faster.
Harder.
His breath hitched. His muscles tensed. And then.
"Emma," he whispered as pleasure crashed over him like a storm, fireworks exploding behind his closed eyes.
What just happened?
He had never lost control like this over a woman he had barely even touched. Why did she have such a powerful hold on him?
Frustrated, he rose from his seat and headed to the bathroom, letting the cold water wash over him in an attempt to regain control.
He convinced himself that it was just sex he really desired and nothing more. It wasn't because Emma was driving him insane.
As he stepped out of the bathroom, a towel loosely wrapped around his waist, one of the mansion's maids entered to clean the room. Water trickled down his toned chest, tracing the defined lines of his muscles before disappearing beneath the towel.
The maid froze, her breath hitching as she took in the sight before her. It was as if a god had stepped into her presence, and she couldn't tear her eyes away.
Alexander's gaze settled on the maid, dark and unreadable. A thought crossed his mind perhaps he could test his desires, prove to himself that this restless craving had nothing to do with Emma. His eyes locked onto the woman before him, sharp and predatory, like a hunter assessing his prey.
He had never been the gentle type, and he could see the desire in her eyes. She wanted him.
Noticing his intense stare, the maid smiled and arched her back, positioning herself in a way that accentuated her curves an invitation she hoped he would accept.
Alexander walked toward her with steady steps, his eyes locked on hers. In one quick move, he lifted her and pushed her down on his chair. He never took women to his bed none had ever been special enough.
The maid gasped, her eyes filled with desire as she looked up at him. Her lips parted slightly, her breath unsteady.
Still holding her gaze, Alexander loosened his towel, letting it drop. A smirk crossed his lips as he watched her reaction, knowing the effect he had on her. She was stunned at the mighty rod that appeared before her.
Alexander grabbed the maid's uniform and tore it apart before thrusting into her without hesitation. His movements were rough, his grip firm, and her soft moans filled the room, showing her pleasure.
He turned her around, pressing her against the chair as he continued, his fingers tightening around the strands of her hair. He wanted to feel something—anything.
But no matter how hard he tried, there was nothing. No satisfaction, no relief. Just emptiness.
Frustration burned through him. With a sharp breath, he shoved the maid away. "Get out," he ordered coldly.
Humiliated, she gathered what was left of her clothes and hurried out, tears streaming down her face.
Alexander stepped into the shower again, letting the cold water run over his skin, hoping to wash away the frustration. But the moment his thoughts drifted to Emma, his body reacted instantly—hard and aching all over again.
He stepped out, standing before the mirror, his jaw clenched as conflicting thoughts swirled in his mind. No woman had ever had this effect on him.
Staring at his reflection, he finally muttered, "I'll make you mine, Emma."
The next day at work, Emma stood outside the office, unsure of how to step inside. She clutched her cleaning tools tightly, her nerves getting the best of her.
Alexander was always in the office before her, always watching her clean, he was always careful with the things in his office.
What had happened between them was still fresh in her mind. She felt something for him, a pull she couldn't ignore, but she also knew he wasn't someone she should be near.
What do I do? she thought, her heart racing as doubt filled her mind. "Oh God, what do I do?"
"Shouldn't you be cleaning already, Emma?"
The voice snapped her back to reality. She looked up to see Alexander standing before her, his expression unreadable. He looked every bit the powerful man he was, his blue tailored suit fitting him perfectly as he stood tall.
He hadn't been in the office on time because he wasn't sure how he would react when he saw her again.
"Good morning, sir," Emma said, her voice trembling slightly as she watched him approach. She instinctively stepped back when he opened the door to his office.
As Alexander entered, he let out a quiet sigh of relief, pleased with how he was managing to keep his emotions in check.
Alexander sat down at his desk, his focus shifting to his work without sparing a glance at Emma. It was the first time he didn't acknowledge her presence, and Emma couldn't help but feel a wave of confusion.
Why did he kiss me yesterday, and now it's like I don't even exist?
She felt a knot form in her stomach. She had given in to his desires so easily, and the shame of it gnawed at her. She hated herself for it.
Determined not to let him see her vulnerability, Emma made a choice. She wouldn't ask him anything. She would just do her job, no matter how much it hurt.
In that moment, her feelings toward him shifted. I hate him, she thought.