My Mischievous Millionaire

Part 25- Watching The Beauty Tame The Beast

Alex's POV

Was Christopher being a peeping Tom? Just the mere thought of him being a pervy guy causes me to chuckle a bit. For such a proud guy he sure sank to the lowest I've ever seen him.

I must admit, I wish I felt violated but, truth is, him 'walking in on me', felt natural. It's like I've known him for years. I'm seriously that comfortable around him.

'Well, enough of my ramblings.' I tediously thought.

I then got out of the tub and continued to dry myself down. I put on my bunny onesie and hopped back to my room. Get it? Hopped. You know, cause I'm a bunny.

'Hilarious.'

My subconscious sarcastically commented. I shook off the unpleasant voice in my head and began scouring the house in search of Christopher.

I walked down the long hallway and stared at the antique grandfather clock.

Six pm, it's still early.

I walked up to Chrissy's private office. I stood in front of the door for a bit. Contemplating on whether or not I should enter.

Wow, Deja vu.

I decided to open the door. 'Chrissy won't chase me out after he was the reason I was put in a coma' I jovially thought.

I opened the door and found him staring at a medium-sized photo. He immediately shoved the picture in his desk drawer after he saw me come in.

His eyes were glistening, has he been crying?

"Alex... " he shakily began, I could tell he was trying incredibly hard to sound macho but it just ended up sounding like a cry for help.

Super Alex to the rescue!

"Christopher, are you okay?" I asked, concerned.

"Yes. Why ask? " He stated.

Guess I have to say it.

"You look like you've been crying a bit. " I quickly said, those words didn't register in my brain correctly, because I instantly regretted it.

'Stupid, never point out a man's glistening eyes.' My subconscious decided to bless me with a little knowledge.

"I wasn't crying, Its allergies. " He said, I was glad he didn't snap.

"You sure? Who was on that photo? " I ask, trying to sound convincing. I knew damn well who it was.

I walked towards him and sat on his desk. "You can tell me, Chrissy. I won't bite." I said, trying to sound comforting.

He still didn't say a word. All he did was stare at me, however creepily, I still saw the need in his eyes. After a while he cleared his throat, looked away and returned his gaze to a few documents on his desk.

I couldn't take this any longer.

I moved in closer and swung my arms around him. I was practically on his lap now. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating me and soon my warm embrace of friendship turned to something... darker.

He wrapped his arms almost immediately around my tiny body. His muscular grip had a sense of possessiveness to it. The feelings he was giving me, were indescribable.