My Mischievous Millionaire

Part 37- Gone

ALEX'S POV

Starting work today feels a lot dissimilar to how it felt three years ago. There are many momentous disparities, a few years ago I had no business experience, I sported flower-patterned dresses, I was juvenile and Christopher and I's relationship was enhanced, it was pristine, chaste.

Now, I've graduated with a degree in business, I wear proficient attire, I've matured and my correlation with Christopher is mutilated.

Think I'm energized much?

Last night was severe, I don't know how I should feel. I know Christopher loves me, he even admitted it in his office. Question is, do I love him? Repeatedly, I remember how he hurt me- not to mention the women he dated and the woman he slept with, so much for missing me.

"Where to, ma'am?" The Uber driver asked.

"Compu Tech Industries, please." I replied.

I fiddle with the strap of my bag, pondering about how this encounter will go. The minutes fly by and soon I'm in front of the Compu Tech building. My heart thrashed, pulsated and hammered as I walked into the proverbial structure.

I got into the elevator, moving up to Christopher's floor. Once there, I waver a bit before opening in the door. There's someone inside with him, I can hear her voice. She sounds lively, frisky and vivacious. I swallow my rage and gently open the door.

"Christopher, stop!" The hussy exclaims through giggles as he continues to nibble away at her neck.

I clear my throat, yet they prolong their little rendezvous. I clear my throat again, this time a little more voluble. They finally heed my attempt at awareness, the harlot turns her gaze at me. Wait, that's Mia Wellington- world famous runway model. She gets off his lap and struts toward me with her elongated, flamingo-like legs.

"I thought Christopher's personal assistant would be beautiful..." She states with a head full of air, she turns her attention to Christopher, "No wonder you didn't want to bed her." She ends with an off-key laughter.

"Isn't the irony almost palpable, Mr. Kenway? Three years ago, you called me a whore for simplistically conversing with a guy, causing me to get run over. Yet now, you're taking whores up to your office, treating them as if they were insubstantial diamonds. Guess I chose the wrong year to be a whore if they are royalty to you now. "I gallantly rejoinder, watching Mia's sneering expression burn holes in my valiant one.

This slag is irrelevant, I will not waste my energy stressing about her words or her relationship with Christopher. I can't help how I feel, though. This hurts, all of this- seeing Christopher move on hours before he was with me, it's like I'm being stabbed with coarse salt covered knives.

She stares at Christopher expectantly.

"Mia, leave now. I have work." Christopher says, so much for defending my honour.

"Fine, I'll see you tonight, babe." She coos and blows him a kiss, not forgetting to bump her shoulder against me as she strides out the door.

I return to my workspace in stillness, trying exceedingly hard to conceal the hurt I am presently feeling. I feel Christopher's covert stare on me, I grit my teeth and remove my laptop from my bag. I'm not going to cry, I refuse. He cannot win.