Chapter 38 ~ Vanilla scent
ATHENA
"I really don't want to be here." I protest.
Alex doesn't even glance at me as he adjusts his cufflinks, his green eyes scanning the racetrack. "It's just for two hours. We'll go home soon. I couldn't reschedule this."
I cross my arms, shifting uncomfortably in the wooden seat. The air is thick with the scent of freshly cut grass, leather, and expensive cologne. The cheers of the crowd rise and fall as another race begins, hooves pounding against the dirt track like a drumbeat.
I couldn't care less.
The only thing I want is to go home.
Alex, however, sits perfectly composed beside me, looking every bit the powerful billionaire he is. I must say I did wonder how an orphan girl like me landed auch a man, but I've been too scared to ask.
We have a dinner coming up where I'm supposed to meet his grandmother, and I'm a nerve wreck.
It's been a week since that incident, and even though I've been wanting to get some sun, this wasn't how I envisioned it.
"You could've left me at home," I mutter, my fingers tightening around the glass of water in my lap.
Alex finally looks at me, his expression unreadable. "No."
One word. No explanation.
Another thing I've come to learn about Alex is that he's extremely hot but also very annoying.
I exhale sharply, turning my gaze to the track. Another race is starting, the announcer's voice booming through the speakers.
A group of thoroughbreds burst out of the gates, their jockeys leaning forward, urging them faster.
The crowd roars.
I don't react.
Because the only thing I can focus on is Alex.
Or rather, how he's been acting these past few days.
He hasn't left the house.
He's been working from home, his laptop always within reach, but his eyes constantly flicking toward me like he's expecting me to collapse at any moment.
Every ten minutes, without fail, he finds a reason to check on me.
Do you need anything?
Are you hungry?
Are you tired?
Are you cold?
But then I realized
if he
in the VIP section
his fingers brushing against
It's subtle. Barely noticeable.
But I know better.
the senses out the window, and I hold my breath, every
him from the corner of my eye. Trying
babysit me, you know."
slightly, but his voice
huff, turning back to the
on my thigh. A casual touch.
suit, too. Otherwise, his hand on my bare skin would throw me
feels even a slight shiver when we are so close to
I swallow hard.
man approaches, dressed in a crisp navy
he greets with a firm handshake, his gaze
with that smile that
splits
seem to have some medical issues
He is testing him.
his
this man looks at
than
eyes are dancing with flames and daring him
we are close friends Alex.
stay on Alex, hard with challenge, waiting to
he's in his late forties with too much gel in his
whiskey in
my thigh. It's the only sign that Arnold has managed to push a button. But his
be confusing me with someone else,” Alex says
but the amusement doesn't reach his
blood running in my
presses his lips into a thin line. Like that sentence
It's a reminder, and
it being more
talking about. He never gives out empty
It's suffocating, thick
quite understand.
Alex doesn't blink.
Arnold doesn't blink.
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