Breaking The Wall

01| The Beginning

"The fitted dress hugged her curves, igniting a desire to savor the moment, as if it were a tempting wrapping I wanted to remove."

~Alexander

ALEXANDER'S POV

"Out." My voice was cold as I spared a glance at the woman sprawled across the couch, her presence already exhausting me. I grabbed my shirt from the chair and slipped it on, methodically fixing the collar.

"Don't be like that, Alexander," she purred, standing and sashaying toward me, her eyes full of mischief as she tried to close the distance, her fingertips trailing along my chest.

I didn't flinch. My patience was already thin. "Out of my office, Veronica," I repeated, my tone sharper this time, making it clear her seduction would gain her nothing here.

Her eyes suddenly flickered with anger, her seductive mask slipping.

Great, here we go again.

I could already sense the storm brewing behind that calculated smile, a familiar cycle I had no interest in repeating.

"You're really throwing me out like this?" she hissed, her sweet tone gone, replaced with a sharp edge.

I buttoned my cuff, barely sparing her a glance. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be, Veronica." My voice was calm, controlled—everything she wasn't.

"You're a fucking asshole!" she spat, her voice trembling with fury as she snatched her dress off the floor, hurriedly slipping it on, her movements sharp and aggressive.

"You're still a heartless bastard!" she threw over her shoulder, venom lacing her words.

I watched her, unfazed, as I adjusted my watch. I'd heard it all before. "I never promised you a heart," I replied coldly, my gaze distant as I leaned against the desk.

She shot me a withering glare, her eyes burning with resentment, before snatching up the Dior purse—the one I had given her—with a sharp, deliberate motion. 

Without another word, she stormed out of my office, the sound of her heels echoing in her wake.

I exhaled, the quiet finally settling in as the door slammed shut behind her.

Good riddance.

I moved toward my desk, sinking into the chair with a heavy sigh, before flipping open my laptop. 

As I scrolled through my emails, irritation bubbled up when I saw a string of rejections from my business partners.

What the hell? Rejected—because the files hadn't been sent?

"What the fuck?" I muttered under my breath. "Gabriel!" I barked, my patience already worn thin.

A few moments later, my secretary appeared at the door, looking nervous. "Yes, sir?"

"Why weren't the files sent to Mr. Porter?" I snapped, my voice dangerously low.

"Uh... I—" He stammered, panic creeping into his expression.

I felt my temper snap. "I just lost the damn deal, Gabriel!" My voice echoed through the office, my fury unrestrained.

He flinched, eyes wide, stuttering, "Sorry, sir—I—"

"You're fired!" I cut him off, my tone final, leaving no room for argument.

I huffed as I sank back into my chair, my hand pressing against my forehead in a futile attempt to stave off the headache creeping in.