His Secret Wife

Follow your Instincts

Alexander POV

It was raining heavily. It was as if the heavens felt my pain. Soaking wait, that's what I am.

Looking at my watch it was one in the morning. No lights illuminated the streets, the stars hidden from eye sight and the moon was not at its brightest. Sometimes I wonder if in my previous life I had done something horrible for me to experience this pain I'm feeling.

Walking up the steps in my Armani suit, my leather shoes squeaking along the pavement, every part of me drench. Yup drench.

Once again I pounded on the door, "Ally, open up please!" I begged and begged.

Three whole days, she hasn't been to work, her phone was out of reach and her apartment seemed deserted. Out of those three whole days I sat on her door step hoping she'd dry me off. Nothing. "Ally," my head leaned on her door.

How could I let this happened. I know in the past I had countless woman warm my bed but I was always careful. Thinking back to that night, that's right I don't remember seeing a condom anywhere.

"Sir!" Suddenly a bright light flash in my eyes.

"That's him" Another voice spoke. I slowly turned my head being blinded by that light when I notice an older woman come out of her house in curls, among other things. She was pointing at me. Squinting my eyes I gasped, "She looks like the swamp thing."

"I beg your pardon."

'Shit did I say that out loud.'

"Sir? Sorry but I'm going to have to ask you to leave. The neighbors are starting to complain."

The man lowered the flashlight and I took one good look at him, he was a police officer, in fact there were two of them.

"I'm not leaving." I spoke. "Ally open the god damn door or else."  I threaten.

One of the officer lightly tap my shoulders to get me to calm down but instead I flip. Facing him I punch him.

The other officer tackled me, then I punch him too. I had kicked and punch him when he was down. The first officer who I punch first tried to restrain me, voices were all mumbled. And when that didn't work he shock me with a stun gun.

'Mother fucking hell that hurt.' and I was out.

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I sat in my jail cell, almost completely dry with my arms cross and away from those criminals for who knows what they are here for.

Just great, the media will eat this up for sure.

"Reid, you made bail." An officer opened up the cell.

"Finally." Walking out I grabbed my things and met Bobby.

"After weeks of not calling me, and when I finally get a phone call from your PA I had to bail your ass out of jail."

Bobby was a good man but lately I hadn't filled him in what's happening. Hell he doesn't even know I'm married.

I shrugged my shoulders, "If you don't to tell me then fine at least let me take you to your home."

"No, take me to my penthouse."

Bobby sighed, "Come one let's go to my house."

Without further asking me any more questions we drove in silence towards his condo. He lived alone and refuses to settle down. He says he's not a one woman kind of guy. What ever suit his life style is fine by me.