Pondering Over a Lesbian Couple And Overlooking Mere Cents

Chapter Ten: Pondering Over a Lesbian Couple And Overlooking Mere Cents

Alexander's POV

The second I got home, I tore off my shirt angrily, throwing it with disgust onto the floor. I stomped up the four stairs to my room— not bothering with the elevator, and fling myself across my bed.

I felt repulsed and offended. One thing I hated the most was cheating. Don't get into a relationship if you can not resist temptations or simply say no to relationships.

Alexandria had allowed me to go further than a kiss, making me to want her more only for me to find out she had a girlfriend. She had not even mentioned her sexuality to me. I should have known and stopped myself when I noticed her dress, but I was too busy savouring her with my eyed to realise she was all dressed up until my secretary had interrupted us.

How cunning was she? How many times had she been disloyal?

At the restaurant, I observed that the marks I made on her skin had disappeared without a trace. I wondered when she had the time to conceal them with make up. It was also infuriating that her girlfriend had looked down on me and called me a stalker.

Agreed, I did follow her— only because I was curious to know if it was a blind date and also to be sure if the man in question was a respectable fellow. Now that seemed like an irony— a man.

I could almost feel love her girlfriend possessed for her. Her soft smiles and blushes, the sound of her laughter, the manner in which her hands gripped Alexandria's waist, the way her eyes appeared lost whenever she looked at Alexandria— she never seemed to take her eyes off even. How quick she was to be rude to me for Alexandria's sake— all of it was suffocating me.

Yet, Alexandria seemed perfectly content and at ease pretending to her girlfriends face.

I thought about firing her but it would be a petty act taking into consideration that she had not necessarily done any thing wrong on her job. I had already pardoned her for the photo frame under the guise of it being personal property and I was not going to go back on my word just because she infuriated me. Knowing her, she would talk about the internet and what they say about people being false— just like the last time.

My phone beeped against my thigh in my pocket — signalling a message notification and I threw it across the room when I saw the screen. I was too quick to use the photograph of shattered glass as my wallpaper. It was a painful thing to behold as it served as a reminder. Unfortunately, the phone landed softly onto the plush rug.

I stood up lazily, taking off the rest of my clothing and walked naked to the bathroom. I walked to the prepared bathtub meant for relaxing— filled with water, herbs and had scented candles all around, sinking to its floor dejectedly. I closed my eyes wondering how I became a quicker fool just because of a woman. I had abandoned a task that was urgent just to stalk her only to find out she was taken.

It was so unlike me.

Women were always chasing me, yet I found myself with a runners shoe for this conniving lady. It was more infuriating that now that I knew she was in a relationship, I wanted her even more than before and this time that I wanted a woman, it was not just as a stress or tension reliever.

I sighed in dismay, silently agreeing with myself that love at first sight was real because this obsession with her was definitely not lust.

Suddenly, I felt a small smile forming upon my lips. I had it figured out — it was not love. It was just an obsession. I just wanted to conquer my quest— she was a new challenge— a difficult one.

*+*+*+*+*

Monday morning came and I found myself prepared with a game at mind. I got to my office without any aid around fine o'clock and sat down to do my job but the moment she stepped in and acknowledged me in greeting, I forgot myself completely.

She offered a small smile and strode to the toilet/bathroom. I tried my possible best to resist everything in me that wanted me to follow her and quiz her or maybe just see her face over again. I stared at printed documents, shuffling every single one about on my table, not being able to concentrate on a single letter. When I started at my computer, things became worse. I started to see her face on the screen which was supposed to show details of the company's account. I refreshed the page trying to ensure that the accounting department had not forwarded something else other than transaction records.

Frustrated, I slammed my head on the table repeatedly.

"Sir are you okay?" Her peculiar and soft voice called out. I looked up from my table as she came out, wiping her hands on a towel. She walked over, behind my chair and started at my computer screen. "I'm pretty good at analyzing these stuffs, if you need help, I'm willing," she said.

I swiveled around to face her, perplexed at how innocent and beautiful she looked and sounded when deep inside of her, was a monster. A monster that tortured me just by standing there. She cocked her head at me, waiting for a response.

"If you're willing," I finally replied. "Go through them and tell me these things in words."

I stood up and adjusted the chair for her so she could sit. I sat opposite her, watching how her beady eyes drove relentlessly over numbers, her mouth moving slightly.

"How's your girlfriend?" I asked, getting bored of the silence.

"I am trying to figure out something, please don't distract me," she muttered. "Can I have a calculator? I don't want to minimise "

I sighed and unlocked my phone, opening the calculator app so she didn't see the wallpaper. She murmured her thanks and began punching away.

"How is your girlfriend?" I repeated after a few minutes.

"Which of them?" She replied. Her eyes still darting across the computer— once in a while looking at the screen of my phone and punching on new digits.

My mouth hung open, she was unabashed. How could a person ask such a question?

"Did I say something wrong?" She asked looking up briefly.

"Are you in an open relationship?" I inquired because that was the only plausible explanation. No one bragged openly that they cheated— except we men, amongst ourselves. Maybe women did that too, but the fact that she asked ' which of them ' so openly to me— her boss signified something was amiss.

She shrugged, "Why are you interested in my relationship life?"

"I just don't like cheaters in a relationship," I scoffed at her. "If I knew that you were dating someone I wouldn't have ever gotten involved with you that way."

"You would have," she retorted confidently. "You always struggle to take your eyes off me."

"I wouldn't have looked at you that way either," I growled. "Why are you such a narcissist?"

"You're one to talk," she sneered. "You are the narcissist here. Maybe you can not tolerate cheaters in a relationship but due to the society, I have learnt the hard way to tolerate perverts and stalkers from the opposite sex."

"Are you trying to say I am one of those?" I said, clenching my fists.

"Your conscience shall speak for you," she said with a tight smile.

"You realize I can have you fired for being rude severally," I told her with a glare.

"Go ahead," she challenged. "Remember I can have you arrested for stalking."

She paused, taking a deep breath. "Oh wait, you're wealthy. A show of money will keep everyone at your side," she said tauntingly.

She took a deep breath again when I said nothing after a bit ten minutes. "Now is not the time for this. Save up whatever insults you're cooking up your sleeve for later. There are more important matters that needs your attention."

I rolled my eyes. "Like?"

"Like how you have been losing a lot of money— over a million dollars to some person in your account department."

"What do you mean?" I felt the blood rush to my face, a renewed surge of anger washing over me. I rushed to her side immediately. "You mean I am being frauded?"

"Yep," she said popping the 'p'.

Suddenly I laughed, who was she kidding. What could she possibly know about accounting or— I suddenly remembered the worked at Dialle motors. Still, I struggled to believe she was being serious. Maybe she just wanted a diversion. "No one can steal from me without me noticing. Even if I am not competent, my secretary definitely is."

"Hear hear," she muttered with an eye roll. "Is it because this is coming from a woman? You think as a man you're automatically made to detect such things unlike women who should be..."

"Don't play the sexism card here," I warned, cutting her off. "All I'm saying is, I would notice if anyone attempted to take a million dollars from me."

"But you won't notice it when mere cents are being targeted and tampered with. Remember that little drops of water make a mighty ocean."

A new and painful realization sunk in and I sighed. I had been too foolish to ignore cents— the biggest mistake a billionaire could make.

However, the observation she just made, made me to find her sexy.

I loved women who were extremely clever and this revelation made me to forget her sins. "Explain in details," I told her, leaning over her shoulder to get a good view of the computer screen.