Isn't it confusing, what first love does to a man?
Story where Alexine is Soldier Boy's first love and rekindle after many years apart.
[UNGOING]
[Warnings; smut, angst, torture, mention of torture, trauma, physical abuse, mental abuse, verbal abuse...
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Benjamin couldn't tear his gaze away from Alexine even amidst the bustling crowd in his company's meeting room. Her presence captivated him entirely. With her hair cascading in soft waves and the top button of her blouse slightly undone, she exuded a casual allure that contrasted sharply with the formal setting. Despite being several feet away and surrounded by colleagues, Benjamin's green eyes remained locked on her, appreciating her undeniable beauty.
His mind still wandered to what they had done the night prior, and he had to admit he was mighty proud to have had her once more.
Since their intimate night together, Benjamin had become fixated on finding the perfect gift for Alexine. He had spotted a Cartier bracelet with a lock that only he could open. Pleased to see she still wore his mother's ring, Benjamin considered taking her out on a date tonight to present her with the bracelet.
Alexine, catching Benjamin's intense stare from the corner of the room, felt a faint blush rise to her cheeks. A smile played on both their lips, a shared understanding passing between them. Benjamin quickly diverted his attention back to the meeting, focusing on the presentation on the screen. However, Crimson Countess, Laurie, noticed the brief exchange and shot a seething glare at Alexine.
Determined to remain composed, Alexine ignored Laurie's hostility. She had no intention of engaging in a public confrontation. Her focus was solely on Benjamin. The thought of them parting ways was unbearable, and she was prepared to accept whatever came, as long as it meant staying close to him.
Alexine continued to admire Benjamin from afar, taking in his profile and the way his green eyes sparkled with concentration. His hair was neatly slicked back, enhancing his already striking appearance.
Her reverie was interrupted by a discreet tap on her shoulder. A secretary, her expression professional, leaned in to whisper that the CEO, Stan Edgar, was waiting for her. Curious and slightly apprehensive, Alexine followed the secretary to a sleek office.
Stan Edgar was a young black man in his twenties, exuding a polished charm. He wore a well-fitted suit and small squared glasses perched on his slightly crooked nose. His big eyes and neatly trimmed mustache added to his distinguished look. As Alexine stepped into the office, the secretary quietly exited, leaving her alone with Stan Edgar.
Alexine strode into Stan Edgar's office, her demeanor nonchalant as she casually plucked the small American flag from the pen jar on his desk. Her years with the CIA had honed her sarcasm and indifference, traits that few appreciated. She eyed the office with a discerning gaze.
Stan Edgar's office was modern and sleek, with large windows offering a panoramic view of the city. The room was decorated with minimalist furnishings: a dark mahogany desk, a high-backed leather chair, and contemporary art pieces adorning the walls. The floor was covered in a plush carpet, and the overall ambiance was one of quiet authority and understated elegance.
