Breaking The Wall

08| Mother

LILA'S POV

The ride to the restaurant was shrouded in an uncomfortable silence. 

I sat beside him, my heart still racing from our earlier encounter, while he focused intently on his tablet.

His legs were crossed, and he was scribbling notes with a stylus pen, completely absorbed in whatever business matters occupied his mind.

I couldn't help but steal glances at him, noting the way his brow furrowed in concentration.

 The lines of his suit hugged his frame perfectly, exuding an air of power and authority.

But the tension from our kiss lingered, weaving an invisible thread between us, making it hard to breathe.

I turned my gaze outside the car window, watching the cityscape blur by, my mind swirling with thoughts. 

What had just happened between us? Was it just a moment of weakness for him, or something more?

I clenched my hands around my purse, feeling the smooth leather beneath my fingers as I tried to steady my racing thoughts.

The car slowed to a stop, jolting me from my reverie. 

"We're here, sir," the driver announced, breaking the silence.

"Thank you, Louise," he replied, his voice steady and authoritative.

"Let's go," he said, glancing at me before stepping out of the car. 

I followed suit, adjusting my skirt as I climbed out and trying to regain my composure.

Alexander walked ahead, exuding confidence with every step. 

I struggled to keep up, my mind still racing from what had just happened in the elevator. 

The weight of his gaze from earlier lingered, igniting a warmth that rushed to my cheeks.

As we approached the entrance, I couldn't help but steal a glance at him. He looked effortlessly elegant, his tailored suit emphasizing his strong shoulders. 

My heart raced again, and I silently scolded myself for the way he affected me.

Inside, the ambiance was upscale, with soft music playing in the background and dim lighting creating an intimate atmosphere. 

We were led to a private booth, and I slid in opposite him, feeling the tension shift as we settled into our seats.

The waiter approached, presenting us with menus. 

Alexander ordered for both of us without even looking at me, his confidence unwavering. 

I couldn't help but admire the way he commanded the room.

Once the waiter left, I finally gathered the courage to break the silence.

"So, uh...how do you want to approach the meeting with Mr. Porter?"