Filed to story: Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia & Ethan)
“I’ll be there in a moment,” I said.
I turned to Jess. She was curled up on the couch, arms crossed, still acting like the world had betrayed her. “I’m going to check in with Alpha Alexander. You rest. Your honey water will be here soon.”
She didn’t reply. She just looked up at me with that frosty, unreadable stare-like I’d just told her I was taking her place in line for something she believed was hers.
I opened my mouth to say something, but stopped. Anything I added would only make it worse. I nodded and turned toward the door.
A short walk later, I tapped my room card at Alexander’s suite and stepped inside. The place was dark, the lights dimmed to a soft amber glow.
Alexander stood near the window, taking off his watch with slow, methodical movements. His posture was always elegant, deliberate-never a slouch or stumble to him.
He didn’t look at me when he spoke.
“I’m hungry.”
I blinked. “Sorry?”
His tone didn’t change. “I’m hungry.”
For a wild second, my brain short-circuited. Hungry as in- what kind of hungry? I hoped not ‘sexually’ hungry.
I stared at his back, completely unsure how to respond. Then he added, flatly, “To eat!””
I exhaled. Right. Of course.
“Okay” I said quickly, clearing my throat. “What would you like? I can call the kitchen.”
He shrugged. “Anything.”
That wasn’t helpful at all. But I didn’t push. I listed off a few items off the top of my head-grilled chicken, seafood pasta, mushroom soup, whatever I could remember from the menu- and relayed it to the housekeeper over the intercom.
Once I hung up, Alexander finally turned to me. He walked over slowly, stopping a few feet away.
“Gai used to handle all this,” he said.
Just that. No warmth. No thanks. Just a casual reminder that I was still in the learning curve.
I gave a short nod. “Understood.””
He didn’t ask me to stay. He just said, “You can leave.”
Dismissed. Like a server who had poured the last glass of wine.
I turned toward the door without saying anything more.
As I stepped into the hallway, I thought about the man behind me. One minute he was sharp, commanding, and graceful. The next, cold and clipped, like I barely existed.
I shook my head to myself.
What a temperamental man.
Olivia’s POV
I woke up to the quiet stillness of the room. Jess was still curled up in the extra bed, asleep like a statue-face turned to the side, lips slightly parted. I didn’t wake her.
I changed quietly and slipped out. My stomach was growling. I hadn’t eaten properly the night before on the yacht-too many awkward encounters, too many things on my mind. Yve was grunting in my head, annoyed, “How are you supposed to function on an empty stomach?”
The hotel breakfast spread was gorgeous-granola, fruit, eggs, smoked salmon, all arranged like artwork. I loaded my plate, but ate slowly, savoring the deliciousness.
After breakfast, I walked out into the hotel garden to clear my mind. The air was fresh. Birds chirped in the distance, and the faint scent of jasmine wafted on the breeze. I found a shaded bench beneath a tree and closed my eyes for a moment, just to take in the calm.
Then I felt it.
That sharp jolt of awareness. A presence behind me-warm, dominant, laced with familiarity and power. My body tensed before I even opened my eyes.
And when I did…
Alexander.
His shirt clung to his chest, damp from a run. His hair was pushed back, and every muscle looked cut and defined beneath the fabric. For a moment, I just blinked at him. The man could’ve walked out of a fitness magazine, except there was something else to him-stillness, command.
“Good morning,” I said quickly, trying not to look like I’d been staring. “The sun’s a bit harsh this morning. Made me dizzy for a second.”‘
He raised a brow. “You might go blind if you keep staring directly into it.”
I looked away, heat creeping up my neck. “Right.”
To recover, I asked, “Morning run?”
“Obviously,” he replied, wiping his temple with a towel draped around his neck. Then, without warning, he pivoted, his tone sharpening. “I saw you last night.”
My heart skipped. “Saw me?”
“On the third floor of the yacht,” he said. “You were watching!””
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice neutral. “It was just coincidence. I was going up for air and… I didn’t expect to see you two in the middle of… that. I left right away”
His eyes narrowed. “In the middle of what?”
I hesitated. “An… intimate moment.”
He tilted his head slightly. “Define intimate.””
My cheeks flushed. I hated that he could corner me like this with just a few words. “Kissing,” I said, barely above a whisper.
“You were kissing. It looked… intense.”
There was a long pause. Then he scoffed lightly. “You misunderstood.””
“Misunderstood?”
“I don’t like kissing,” he said flatly. “Especially not with women.”
My eyes widened. That threw me. Not because of what he said- but how he said it. Like it was both a confession and a dismissal. My mind scrambled. Did he mean he was gay? Or that he just didn’t enjoy that kind of intimacy? Was everything with Jess… fake?
He took one step closer, his gaze unreadable. “As a secretary, you shouldn’t be forming such personal interpretations of your boss’s behavior.”
It wasn’t angry. But there was a warning laced in every syllable.
I nodded immediately. “Understood.”
He looked at me for one more beat, then turned without another word.
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