Mr. and Mrs. Executive

Chapter 2

Nora James P. O. V

Sighing in frustration, I look down at my phone screen once again not wanting to miss if any message did come.

None had.

Settling further into the seat, I sigh aloud into the empty cabin.

Both Alexander and Damien hadn't returned from whatever the hell they were doing.

What could one actually do suspended in air?

Looking out the window the sun setting can be seen as the rays gently stream into the slightly cold cabin and onto my face.

I close my eyes and sigh out once more, my mind still replaying Alexander's cold behavior towards me.

Why was he acting that way towards me?

Had I done something wrong?

I snap out of my thoughts as I hear the cabin door opening.

Turning my head, I see Alexander stare at me with those same cold eyes before he sits down next to me and looks out the very same window I was once gazing out of.

"Have I done something wrong?" I question in a whisper.

For some reason my voice doesn't come out strong and steady but falters instead.

He doesn't say anything but gives a short sharp shake of his head.

"Then why?" Is all I ask.

He still doesn't respond and exhales a breath.

And that's when it hits me.

That strong sharp smell.

"Have you been drinking?"

Alexander turns his head towards me and rolls his eyes.

"It's nothing." He says curtly.

I assess Alexander's every move to see if he's telling the truth or not.

He wasn't slurring over his words or showing any other signs of being drunk.

"What's wrong Alexander? Talk to me." I demand looking into his eyes, pleading with him to reply properly and not just brush me off like dirt on his shoulder.

"You're really asking me that?" He scoffs incredulously.

"Alexander they're both fine and stable, they've probably even been shifted from the ICU. I know how you feel so why are you blocking me out for goodness sake?" I snap at him, grasping at straws for some explanation.

"No you do not know how I feel. They're in the god damn hospital and here I am wasting time on this stupid honeymoon with you when I could have been with them, with my family!"

Did he really mean that?

He couldn't have, could he?

The tears that I had been holding in for so long now once again sting my eyes and before I can stop myself, one falls down my cheek, creating a trail for more to come. Quickly raising my hand I wipe it away and just nod at him.