The magnificent Alexander Mansion slowly ca to view. The colossal iron gates rattled and swung open, allowing the car to pass inside before closing again.
Alexandria was still asleep, her head still leaning on Lucas' shoulders. He sighed and gently eased her head and slowly shook her shoulders.
"Wake up." Lucas Nicholas said.
Roused from a peaceful slumber, her eyes finally opened. A hazy pair of soft amber eyes stared back at him. For a mont, he was shocked by the sudden unexplainable thud in his chest.
He pushed the feeling as fast as it arrived. Furious that he even felt that way, a frown instantly scrunched his eyebrows. "We arrived." He said the words more harshly than he ever intended.
Alexandria must have noticed his darkening expression that she stiffened, then stood upright. The last remnant of sleep fled from her system.
Her large amber eyes stared back at him intently before it lowered on her lap where her fingers were clasped. "I-I'm so-sorry. I was tired and fell fast asleep." She stuttered, her eyes avoiding looking at him.
He said nothing.
The car skidded to a stop in front of the mansion he now owned. It was one of the inheritance he instantly received after his father's untily death almost five years ago.
Lucas gathered his wandering thoughts and pushed the door open. He got out of the car. He felt Alexandria move and followed behind him, but she didn't get out of the car because of her heel injury.
With a resigned sigh, he went back to her and lifted her up from the car. She wasn't expecting him to do it because a gasp of surprise tore from her lips.
Embarrassed, she turned her face away from him so he wouldn't see her expression.
She was surprisingly light in his arms and he carried her with ease until he reached her room and lowered her to the canopied bed.
He quickly retreated out of her bedroom without even a backward glance. He traversed the long, dark way leading to his office. Once he was inside, he slumped onto the long, Victorian sofa.
It wasn't long when he heard the door swing open. He did not need to turn his head to discover who it was. He knew it was his mother.
Elena rarely leaves her room. She beca reclusive after her husband's unexpected death almost five years ago. His father was a healthy and fit man at the pri age of fifty-five. That is why it shook their normal life when he found him dead on his bed.
"Lucas?" His mother called him. Obligated, he raised his head to her. He waited until she reached his side and sat beside him on the sofa.
"Did you remind her about the divorce?" She asked.
"There was no ti." He replied as he sucked in a deep, exasperated breath.
"Knowing Alexandria, she would undoubtedly make a scene if she knew about your plans."
"That's putting it mildly. If Alexandria knew about my plans of divorcing her, she would raise hell and wreak havoc in my life again."
He heard as his mother expelled a sigh. "How about Scarlet? Do you have plans to marry her once you get divorced?"
Lucas was so shocked that he imdiately straightened on the sofa. He had no idea his mother knew about his latest fling.
"I didn't know you knew about her." He told her. A frown scrunching his forehead.
"I'm not blind Lucas… I'm not deaf either. There's no mber of the social circles unwilling to gossip about your latest escapades."
Just what he thought, he told himself inwardly. This ti it was he who expelled a sigh.
"I'm not in the mood to discuss my relationship with you mother." He vacated the sofa and reached for the whiskey decanter and poured his glass.
How he wished her mother would just leave. He drank the contents of the glass in his mouth. The warm liquid slithering his throat eased his stress a bit.
Finally as if the heavens heard his prayers, his mother vacated the sofa. But before she even went to the door, she turned towards him to voice out her concerns. "It was Alexandria who cheated first, Lucas. Those years she played you for a fool you still remained faithful to her. I won't judge you now if you found soone and fell in love with her.
I would turn a blind eye to your romantic affairs but make sure you do not choose a woman with the sa colors as Alexandria again."
After saying what she had to say, she walked to the door in silence and closed it behind her.
He poured himself another glass of whiskey and slumped back on the sofa. His thoughts drifted to the topic of their conversation, Alexandria.
Sooner or later he would have to tell her that he wanted divorce and he shall have one whether she liked it or not.
He would use power and money to gain custody of their son. He will die first before he would even allow Alexandria to take Niall with her. She's a woman undeserving to be a mother, he would only put his son's life in peril if she takes him with her.
The soft knock on the door woke him up from his deep thoughts. Before he could respond , Thompson, got inside the room in a hurry.
The panic-stricken face of the Security Head slash his right hand didn't escape his prying eyes.
"Welco ho, Sir," Thompson greeted him.
"What is Thompson?" He asked in a calm manner. Ignoring his palpable restlessness.
"Err, you have a visitor."
"I'm not in the mood to entertain a visitor, Thompson." He said tightly. Lips pressed in a thin line. "Whoever that is, send him ho."
"It was a she, Mr. Alexander. Scarlet er—your lover was on the door."
Lucas rose abruptly, slamming the glass he was holding on the nearby table. "Holy Shit!" He mumbled one last ti before marching to the door. Leaving his startled right hand behind him.
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