Filed to story: Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia & Ethan)
“Nothing! I just said something about my mobility” I waved vaguely. “You know, just some issues with certain movements…. That’s all. Haha.”
“Hmm, I think you can manage well,” he narrowed his eyes. “If that’s what you actually said.”
“Surely!” I said while looking down.
But I noticed Alexader from the corner of my eyes. He didn’t laugh. But he also didn’t deny the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
I didn’t wait any further and pulled the papers closer.
For the next twenty minutes, we worked. Sometimes I would look at Alexander partially. He sat five feet away from me typing away on his laptop, legs crossed, expression composed like always.
Even casually dressed, and barefoot, he seemed too attractive to not look at. But I kept continuing my work.
Then, suddenly, I felt the chair being pulled back gently.
“Enough for now,” Alexander said. “Dinner must be ready. Let’s go.”
And then he wheeled me out of the study and into the dining area, where warm lights lit up the elegant yet comfortable space. Before I could even process anything, Mike came out of the kitchen like a storm with oven mitts in hand.
“Olivia! You’re right on time! Dinner’s ready, piping hot, and smelling like heaven-if I may say so myself, he beamed.
I chuckled, trying to keep a straight face. “Do you hype up your cooking before every meal, or is this special performance just today?”
Mike placed a hand over his heart dramatically. “I’m offended.
This isn’t hype. It’s confidence. Wait till you taste my chicken & spinach soup with fresh pesto. Alpha nearly licked the plate last time.”
“I did not,” Alexander said flatly from behind me.
Mike gave him a look. “Oh, right. Sorry. You ‘composedly wiped it clean with a fork and no expression. Much better.”
I smothered a laugh with my hand.
Alexander remained calm, his face unreadable as he pushed me to the table. “Sit. Eat before he starts narrating the chicken’s life story.”
Mike pulled out a chair and set the dishes like he was hosting a royal dinner. There were grilled vegetables, seasoned rice, some chicken glazed with something mouth-watering, and the special soup for me that made me salivate just from the aroma.
“Careful, Miss Olivia,” Mike warned. “Everything’s got flavor today. Your taste buds might throw a party.”
“Amazing,” I murmured after the first bite. “Mike… this is amazing.”
His eyes lit up. “Right?! I told you! Alpha, did you hear that? She said it’s amazing!”
“I heard,” Alexander said mildly, sipping his soup.
“Eat more, Olivia,” Mike encouraged. “You look like you’ve barely had a meal all week. That hospital food is practically punishment.”
“I will.” I said while scooping another spoon of the soup.
It just took me a moment to realize that I had already ate a lot. I didn’t think I overate like this in a long time.
“I am so happy, Olivia, that you finished all the soup,” Mike laughed.
I blinked. “Wait… what? All of it?”
Like it wasn’t embarrassing enough, Alexander suddenly pushed his bowl towards me. “Eat well. This is going to heal you soon!”‘”
“No, Alpha. I have already ate more than I should have,.”
“This is what will heal your injuries sooner,” he replied simply.
Mike grinned like a kid who just saw his favorite couple finally admit they liked each other. “You know, sharing food is a love language in some cultures.”
I nearly choked on my bite.
Alexander didn’t respond to that. Just poured himself some more tea like Mike hadn’t said anything. His silence somehow made it worse.
I cleared my throat. “Anyway… the food really is good. You could open a restaurant!’
Mike clutched his heart again. “Flattery and compliments?
You’re welcome here anytime.”
“She needs to eat here more often,” Mike added. “What do you think Alpha Alexander?”
I looked at Alexander from the corner of my eyes, waiting for his reply. But he didn’t reply anything. As stoic as ever.
“Congrats Olivia,” Mike jumped in suddenly, “You have got a yes from Alpha. That silence serves a yes!”
I nodded but didn’t show any emotions. But, inside, I felt warmth.
After the meal, I thought of going back to my house downstairs but then I suddenly remembered the unfinished work given by
Alpha just moments ago. So, I shuffled back into the study like a good little secretary.
A few hours later, I closed the last folder and stood up groggily.
My knee throbbed again, and I bumped into the coffee table with a wince.
The next thing I knew, Alexander was beside me, eyes fixed on my leg. “You hit it again?”
“It’s fine-“
“Clearly not.”
He bent down, checking my knee with a firm but gentle touch.
His fingers lingered for a second too long before he stood, brushing imaginary dust from his sleeves.
“Come on,” he said. “I’ll take you down.”
The elevator ride was quiet. Tension hung in the air, but neither of us addressed it. He wheeled me out and helped me to the door, and that’s when the silence shattered.
“Olivia!”
It was Ethan. His voice was unmistakable-slurred, loud, and angry.
He staggered out from the stairwell, shirt untucked, reeking of whiskey. His eyes landed on Alexander, and something primal flared in them.
“You’re here?” Ethan snarled, staggering forward. “Why the hell are you here?”
I felt Alexander’s hand tighten on the wheelchair handle.
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