Filed to story: Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia & Ethan)
Olivia sat perfectly straight in the front seat, her hands folded in her lap, eyes on the road.
Jess mumbled something incoherent and slumped sideways.
Then, as we drove past the bridge, she went completely limp and dropped into my lap.
Her hair spilled across my trousers. Her arm dangled uselessly off the seat edge.
I didn’t move.
Olivia didn’t say a word.
But I could feel her watching, staring straight into the mirror.
Her gaze pinned to us the entire time.
Olivia’s POV
I peeked into the rearview mirror again. Jess had just “lost her balance,” slumping against Alexander like she had no control over her limbs.
But Alexander didn’t even flinch. He caught her with one hand, as effortlessly as if swatting away a leaf. His jaw was tight, the muscle twitching under his skin.
“Stop it,” he said sharply. “You’re not drunk.”
His voice was like ice cracking.
Jess froze for a moment before lifting her head, her lips trembling. “Why are you being so cruel to me?”
Alexander didn’t blink. “I told you already-either sit down and behave or get out.”
There wasn’t a hint of warmth in his tone. It sounded like he was one breath away from throwing her out of the moving car.
I didn’t dare say anything. I just sat there in the passenger seat, quiet, my fingers curled tightly in my lap. But I kept watching through the mirror, Jess’s eyes were shining. Not from the alcohol-there wasn’t a drop of it in her. Those were tears. And she was trying hard not to let them fall.
She pressed her palm against the window suddenly. “I want to get out. Stop the car!”
The driver tensed. His eyes darted to me, clearly unsure whether to follow her command or wait for Alexander’s.
Alexander didn’t say a word. He just stared straight ahead like she hadn’t spoken.
I leaned forward slightly. “Lock the door,” I whispered to the driver.
A soft click followed.
And just in time. Jess’s hand had already reached for the handle.
When it didn’t budge, she shook it, then slumped back with a choked noise.
“Why do you hate me so much?” she whispered, curling into herself. “I’ve known you my whole life…”
She hugged her knees and began crying quietly.
I sighed internally. I didn’t like Jess-no woman would, under the circumstances-but watching her crumble like that still tugged at something inside me.
I opened the center console and pulled out a packet of tissues, stretching one out toward her.
But before Jess could take it, Alexander reached out and pushed my hand back without saying a word.
That small gesture… I don’t know why, but it ticked me off. Not because he stopped me. But because just like Ethan-he could be so cold when he decided someone was no longer worth his time.
Cheating, lying, stone-hearted. Men, I swear.
The rest of the ride passed in silence. Tense, heavy silence.
When we arrived at the hotel, Alexander opened the door on his side, got out without a glance back, and walked straight into the lobby like Jess didn’t exist.
I was left alone with her.
I turned toward her and forced a small smile. “Should I book you a room? There’s a guest desk just inside.”
Jess wiped under her eyes and shook her head. “No need. I’ll just sleep in your room.””
My brows lifted slightly. “Oh… okay!” There was a spare bed in the suite. I wasn’t about to start a fight over it.
We got out together and walked through the hotel’s rotating doors. As we entered the lobby, I noticed something that made me pause.
Jess was walking just fine.
No staggering, no tripping, no leaning on walls for support. Her back was straight. Her heels clicked with confidence. She even glanced at her reflection in a glass panel and fixed a stray hair.
She wasn’t drunk. Not even a little.
She’d been pretending the entire time.
As soon as we entered the room, Jess said she wanted to take a shower.
I glanced at her warily. “You’ve been drinking,” I said, keeping my tone polite. “Showering might not be a good idea right now.
Let me get you some honey water instead.”
She didn’t even look at me. “I’m fine.”
She turned toward the bathroom like I hadn’t said anything at all.
I stepped forward, blocking her path. “Seriously. I can’t answer to Alpha Alexander if something happens to you. Please don’t be difficult.”‘
That made her stop. Her eyes darkened and then went glassy, reddening again like she might cry.
But this time, I wasn’t buying it.
I gently guided her toward the couch instead. “Sit. Just rest a bit, alright?”
She did, wordlessly.
I called the front desk and asked them to send up some warm honey water. As soon as I hung up, my phone buzzed again. I glanced at the screen. Only two contacts existed in my phone-
Alexander and Gai. This one was Alexander.
I hesitated for a second, then answered. His voice was cool and simple: “Come to my suite.”
No explanation. No greeting.
Just an order.
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